Chapter 82

"Little color, why don't you go up?" When Mo Jingyao arrived, if it wasn't for his voice that attracted all the eyes of the people around him, he would directly pick up the metaphor and go away.

However, in public places, one should take into account one's personal image.

"Well, since you've made an appointment with a woman next to you, don't bother me. You're bored to death. Go away." He waved ink Jingyao like a fly, and his face was impatient.

But after hearing this, Mo Jingyao's face, which had been covered with black lines, had a magical smile on his face, "do you say Li jun'er?"

Is it vinegar?

"Who cares? Li jun'er, go away. I don't know you." It was he who wanted her to come, and she didn't have to come to him.

As a result, she came, and his people even drove her away. To forgive her is revenge.

Mo Jingyao lip Cape light hook, slowly smile open, "small color, but I know you, good, go."

She said she liked the way he laughed, and he just laughed.

This sentence made Yu se stunned.

But then he choked his neck and told himself that he could never be seduced by beauty. "You get up, I'll go back to school."

"Here we are. Go up."

"I'm not." Yu se firmly refused.

Mo Jingyao suddenly feels that this is the feeling of falling in love with such a girl. All day, he has been looking for such a feeling, eh, to make the metaphor of being a little bit petty more lovely. "If there is anything else, let's go upstairs first, eh?"

With a soft voice, Mo Jingyao didn't feel that he would lose his status at all. Instead, he felt that it was quite useful.

The woman must use coax, otherwise that kind of one word does not agree directly wants to topple him, wants to hit him, thinks about is not interesting.

Boring.

"Help, is there a doctor here? Someone here fainted. " Mo Jingyao is enjoying the color of the small temperament, I do not know when gathered outside the crowd sounded this voice.

Metaphor subconsciously pushes the crowd aside and rushes through.

On the side of the road, a driver like man is anxiously squatting in front of an old man in front of the car, while observing the situation of the elderly, while making a phone call.

In a few steps, he reached the old man's side, and then he took off his backpack and bent over his head.

On one side, Mo Jingyao's face suddenly turned black, "you are not allowed to do artificial respiration for him."

Yu se did not care about Mo Jingyao's words, "you start, or you miss the best rescue time, he will die."

"That's his life. Get up for me." Mo Jingyao looked calmly at the old man who fell in front of him, Nie Dong of Fenglu group.

He knows.

However, it is only limited to understanding.

Nie's business is very large, and its capital is also very strong. It is one of the few companies in T city that can be positive with Mohist group.

However, Fenglu group never does business with Mohr group.

This has been a long time before he took over the Mohist group. Since he took office as president of the Mohist group, he has tried to break the stereotype several times, but he has met with Nie several times, but he has left unhappily.

Now, he is not given a chance to live.

It has nothing to do with him whether he is dead or alive.

Mo Jingyao took the figurative hand and was about to leave, "go."

"You don't want to save people, that's your business. Don't force your thinking on me."

Then she bent over and tried to give the old man artificial respiration.

Mo Jingyao frowns and looks coldly at the driver whose mobile phone has forgotten to call Nie.

"You're the master, do the artificial respiration yourself." Let his woman give a man artificial respiration, which is absolutely not allowed, even if it is an old man.

The driver received Mo Jingyao's cold line of sight, but he couldn't help shaking his body. "Can Nie Dong wake up after artificial respiration?"

Yu se was angry. "If he did, he would at least have a chance to wake up. If he didn't, he would die soon."

"I do it, you teach me." When the driver heard this, he immediately pushed aside the metaphor. He knew Mo Jingyao. Mo Jingyao did not allow this woman to do artificial respiration for his master. Otherwise, who knows whether Mo Jingyao's woman will directly kill his master with the aid of artificial respiration.

"OK, you do it." It's better for her not to do artificial respiration directly for the elderly. She has other tasks.

Therefore, the driver started artificial respiration under the command of metaphor.

A message flashed through the metaphorical brain for a long time, and the cause of the old man's disease had been known.

After teaching the driver the essentials of artificial respiration, Yu se turned to Mo Jingyao and said, "I just went into your company. I saw that there were candies in the front desk, so people would send them right away."

Although Mo Jingyao didn't want to, he still called and told him to go.More and more people were watching, but all of them were looking at the excitement.

None of them are optimistic about metaphor.

How can a little girl film save an old man who has fainted and is on the verge of death.

It's absolutely impossible.

"Did you call 120, sir? Do you want us to call again for you Someone nearby asked the driver kindly.

The driver is doing artificial respiration and has no time to pay attention to this man.

Other people watching the crowd said, "yes, but who knows when 120 will arrive. There are many cars on the road, so it's certainly not so fast."

"But it's good to fight. When 120 arrives, the old man will be saved."

"Yes, yes, it's better to wait for doctors and nurses to deal with it. Don't believe this girl's words."

"But what she taught about artificial respiration was right. Our company had a professional doctor to teach it before, and that's it."

"Anyone who has studied it can do it. It's nothing strange." The others didn't like it.

Yu se didn't explain either. Soon a female employee of the Mohist group sent candy, "Mr. Mo, the candy you want."

Mo Jingyao reached for it, turned around and handed it to Yu se, "to."

The female staff member was the one who was not allowed to enter the company before. Seeing Mo Jing Yao's eye color tenderly handed the candy to Yu se, her eyes widened.

She Did she do something wrong

Yu seli ignored her. Seeing the old man lying on the ground slightly better under the driver's artificial respiration, he tore up a candy package and handed it to the driver, "put the candy in his mouth, and wait for the 120 ambulance."

The driver had no choice but to put the candy into the old man's mouth without thinking about it. He was relieved and turned to squeeze out of the crowd.