Chapter 77

"Brother Yao is handsome."

"Brother Yao, spring is coming?"

"Brother Yao, what is attached?"

"I fork, what's the situation?"

"Jingyao, have you stolen your mobile phone?"

……

A long list of comments scanned down, the metaphor color directly smiled and sprayed, "Mo Jingyao, I see you come to be serious, this suddenly sent a self-made, you post burst."

"From "Self filming?" Mo Jingyao, who was driving, glanced at the metaphor of a smile, and the whole person was not good.

Self - filming can, but he can't imagine that he sends it to the circle of friends.

However, the metaphor has not answered, the mobile phone in hand rings.

"Mo Jing Yao, is Lujiang's number, would you like to answer it?" Yu color saw the call display, holding a smile to ask.

"You take it." It is Lujiang's, since it is his own, the same is the metaphor.

The symbol code politely pressed the answer key.

Lujiang immediately said, "who are you? I know you picked up this mobile phone. Can I buy 20000 yuan? "

Yu color covers her mouth with one hand. She thinks she would laugh if she didn't cover it.

"100000?" There, Lujiang, who hasn't been waiting for news, is in a hurry.

It is mohingyao's mobile phone. It is all his personal privacy. He can't fall into the hands of others.

But I didn't expect Mo Jing Yao to have taken photos of himself, or he would not be put in the circle of friends.

Although Lu Jiang is also surprised, but now the most urgent is to return Mo Jingyao's mobile phone again.

Hearing the number of 100000, the metaphor smile suddenly choked back, but I didn't expect Mo Jingyao's mobile phone to be so valuable that Lu Jiang opened 100000 yuan. Could it be a little higher?

So she sat in danger, and pressed her voice again, and as thick as possible, "500000, pay one hand and deliver."

"This..." Lujiang hesitated for a while, but only one moment said: "deal, you don't shut down, I look for you."

"Lujiang, don't come over." Mo Jing Yao eyes, who had never opened their mouths, had to open their mouths when he saw the naughty play of simile.

Yu se spits out his tongue, which is still in a bit of a state of mind. "Mr. Lu is so interesting. Why do you speak?"

Over there, Lujiang immediately understood, the original Mo Jing Yao mobile phone in the circle of friends is simile hair.

That's understandable.

Otherwise, if his family ink less send out such a circle of friends, he really hell.

I see you so damn.

Lu Jiang is hanging up here, Mo Jingyao's mobile phone then rings.

Yu Shi glanced at four unanswered calls. She was a little confused. "Mo Jing Yao, would you like to answer it?"

"Drive, refuse to pick up." Mo Jingyao was light, he didn't want to answer the phone he made by his "sending" circle of friends.

"Good." I'm sorry for the metaphor.

It is estimated that all the calls are made by her friends circle just sent by Mo Jingyao.

Refused to answer the phone, and opened Mo Jingyao's mobile phone again, and the metaphor color stared at his eyes.

So I took a call. Mo Jingyao's wechat had ten friends who left a word for him.

"Someone left you a message. Can I see it?" Yu se carefully looked at Mo Jing Yao, and felt like he had made mistakes and made trouble.

"Yes." Mo Jing Yao didn't want to think, and said it directly.

The real point of simile curiosity is open.

Then, the wind was completely messy.

"Mo Jing Yao, what's your situation? You are thinking about spring. You want to find a woman, aren't you

"Why don't you answer me? You're too much. "

"The pictures are so provocative, handsome, man, would you like to send you a woman?"

……

The metaphor quietly closed the mobile phone of Mo Jingyao, a little bit nervous.

"Mo Jing Yao, I'm in trouble." She is a good child. They often send this kind of self-portrait, but girls are all matched with the words "beautiful" and rarely "handsome".

Boys and girls are different.

"No."

"Don't you mind?" The eyes of simile color are bright, the small body is leaning towards Mo Jingyao. The more beautiful he looks at his side, the closer he looks, the faster the heart beat.

The grass in qimeiyi didn't give her such a feeling.

"No."

"Well, I will not delete it. I look pretty, hey hey." Anyway, from the perspective of her girl, she gave Mo Jing Yao hair a circle of friends he was absolutely handsome.

Bugatti soon approached qimeizhong.

Seeing that Mo Jingyao still has to go ahead, Yu se points to the supermarket in front of him and says, "I'm still here, but you can go in by yourself. You must say hello to the headmaster Shi, and you can't let the police in."

"OK." The girl got off the bus. The bright morning sun hit her, and it was very beautiful, and it was very beautiful.Hearing Mo Jingyao's consent, Yu semeimei rushes into Qimei No.1 middle school with her schoolbag on her back. When she rushes into the gate, she glances back at Bugatti's parking direction. She gives full marks for Mo Jingyao's performance this morning.

Mo Jingyao quietly sat in the car, until the girl's figure completely disappeared in the field of vision, he slowly took out his mobile phone.

More than a dozen did not answer the phone, Mo Jingyao directly ignored.

Open wechat.

The finger tips slide open one by one private chat dialog box, and then the wechat circle of friends.

In just half an hour, the post in his circle of friends has already exploded.

There were hundreds of messages visually.

Squint eyes quickly swept through a message, and then a serious look at their side of the face.

I have to say, the little girl's photography skill is good, she took this picture for him, he gave full marks.

After reading and looking, he AI te all the people, only replied one, "famous grass has its owner, do not bother you."

As a result, he sent this one, and Li code received several replies.

"Yu Mo?"

"Li jun'er?"

"Is it a metaphor?"

……

"Go away." In reply to this, Mo Jingyao closed the wechat circle of friends.

First, it was allocated to headmaster Shi to determine the safety of metaphor in the school, and then to the director of the police department to determine the safety of metaphor.

Promised the little girl, then does not allow anyone to move his little girl.

Sure it was safe and sound, he started the car and drove to the Mercer group building.

It's the morning rush hour, and there's a lot of traffic.

Take a look at the time. It's going to be late.

And, probably for the first time in his life, he was late.

As soon as I think of it as the first time, I think of Yu SE's first circle of friends.

Suddenly found that life can be so colorful.

His previous days were too monotonous.

The little girl brought him many fields that he had never entered.

When Bugatti drove into the underground parking lot of the Mercer group building, it was only five minutes away from work.

Mo Jingyao stepped out of the car and stepped into the group building.