Chapter 92

At this moment, when she saw Mo Jingyao, Xia Xiaoqiu and Qi Yan all withered. She remembered the relationship between Mo Jingyao and Yu se. It was the brother-in-law of color metaphor. When she thought of this place, she would not dare to entangle Yu se.

It's all honest.

Yu se is also lazy to pay attention to Xia Xiaoqiu and Qi Yan. Just after Xia Xiaoqiu slapped her, a message flashed in her mind. However, even if she did, she did not intend to cure Xia Xiaoqiu.

That's Xia Xiaoqiu's retribution.

Next to him, a girl pulled the corner of Yu SE's coat and whispered, "Yu se, can you ask your brother-in-law for a signed photo? He is too It's so handsome. Take a good look. It's so crisp. "

When I heard that "brother-in-law," the metaphor was awkward.

She remembered Mo Jingyao's attitude towards Yu Mo and thought he would clarify it. After all, the little girl said it directly in front of her and him.

Although there was a little noise, she heard it from the distance between Mo Jingyao and her, and Mo Jingyao must have heard it.

No, Mo Jingyao did not export to clarify the relationship between him and Yu Mo, only a light and clear way: "can't." Then, take the figurative hand and go.

Completely ignoring the others present.

"Mo Shao, since we met, today is the weekend. I'd like to invite you to have dinner with Miss Yu. Thank you for your help last time." Behind him, Nie Jianshan still politely greets Mo Jingyao.

Yu se turned around and said, "Mr. Nie, last time you were too busy to have a meal. You had a long time of fasting and hypoglycemia. I just gave you a few pieces of sugar to ease your hypoglycemia. Don't worry about it." Long term hypoglycemia is really fatal.

"But if I didn't have those candy bars, the doctor said I would probably..." Speaking of this, Nie Jianshan couldn't go on. "Death" is a taboo for everyone. "So Miss Yu will give me a face today and let me treat you to a meal, OK?"

"No need." However, without waiting for the metaphor to refuse, Mo Jingyao refused in a cold voice for her. Then he held the metaphor's hand tightly in his palm, as if if the metaphor would run away if it were a little loose.

This "no need" is also a declaration of his sovereignty over metaphor. He is the one who is close to metaphor, and Nie Jianshan is nothing.

"It hurts." Feel Mo Jingyao grip a little hard, metaphor color nose a wrinkle, she is really painful.

Hearing her say "pain", Mo Jing Yao Shu released his hand and stopped.

As a result, one of the metaphors didn't stop and hit him directly It hurts Obviously looks very thin man, but bumps into the whole body is the muscle feeling, hits her good pain.

Mo Jingyao's face was full of remorse. He was indeed the most uninteresting person. He could make her ache even if he walked a road. "Should it matter? Should I go to the hospital?"

Yu color seconds Zheng, then shook his head, her thinking will never keep up with the straight man's thinking, "I don't go to the hospital, I still have something." However, if you hit him, you need to go to the hospital. Mo Jingyao is making a mountain out of a molehill.

"What's the matter? I'll take you there. "

Look at the time, "go, I'm really late."

It's seven o'clock in a few minutes, so she's 100% late.

"Miss Yu, do you want me to give you a ride?" Behind him, Nie Jianshan saw here and took the initiative to catch up, or a respectful look.

"I'll send it." Mo Jingyao directly rejected the metaphor.

"I can give it to you, Miss Yu."

Yu se looks at Nie Jianshan, and then Mo Jingyao. He recalls that when she rescued Nie Jianshan that day, Mo Jingyao was hostile to Nie Jianshan. When she thought of this, she remembered that Mo Jingyao had her favorite jade around his neck. She politely said to Nie Jianshan, "thank you. I have something else to do. Let's go first."

After saying this, she took Mo Jingyao's hand and left. After a few quick steps, she asked curiously in a low voice, "do you have a grudge against Nie Jianshan?"

If Mo Jingyao had a real feud with Nie Jianshan and she saved Nie Jianshan at that time, Mo Jingyao must be very angry, but he did not show too obvious.

"Well."

Metaphorical color only felt the brain "bang" for a moment, "do you really have a feud with him?" Although I heard Mo Jingyao admit it, I still don't believe it.

He must be very unhappy that she saved his enemy.

"Well." Man is still a light word.

The metaphor is silent.

However, she did not regret saving an enemy of Mo Jingyao.

Saving one life is better than building a seven level butcher.

This is the first sentence of countless words flowing into her mind through Mo Jingyao's jade, warning her that the first thing to do as a doctor is to speak of medical ethics, which she always remembers.

Two people walked out of Qimei No.1 Middle School side by side, and the whispering voice behind them never stopped.

Some said that she was wrapped up by an old man, and then her brother-in-law couldn't see her and took her away.

Some are saying that it's shameless to use color, and even his brother-in-law wants to dye his fingers.

Yu se didn't have time to pay attention to this. As Mo Jingyao left Qimei No.1 middle school, he went to the bus station where he could wait for a bus or take a taxi."Xiaose, I'll take you. Where are you going

"No, I can do it myself. Go ahead and do it." The metaphor has seen Lujiang not far away.

Other people in front of the car, can't stop to see her and Mo Jingyao's direction, a pair of ants on the hot pot feeling, obviously waiting very anxious.

It seems that he has something urgent to do with Mo Jingyao.

"Not busy." Mo Jingyao's words are low.

Lu Jiang, a few steps away, was already in a mess in the wind. Mo Jingyao was very busy. If he did not leave, he would not be able to catch the international conference this morning.

It was an international conference where big men from home and abroad gathered, but Mo Jingyao said he was not busy now.

If Mo Jingyao dared not to participate, he would lose more than 10 billion yuan, not 100 million yuan.

Rubbing his hands, Lu Jiang looked at Yu Se in a hurry. He almost didn't shout out. Let's go.

Yu se naturally understood the meaning of Lu Jiang's face, and pulled Mo Jingyao's sleeve with a smile, "you go to work first, and you'll be there at one o'clock in the afternoon, will you?"

She pleaded in a soft voice, and it worked as soon as she opened her mouth. Mo Jingyao nodded involuntarily, "that's good. I'll see you at one o'clock in the afternoon."

"Bye." Yu se waves at Mo Jingyao, imagining the picture of Yang an and Mo Jingyao sitting together in the afternoon. The men and women are really matched.

Seeing Mo Jingyao get on Lu Jiang's car and leave, Yu se takes a taxi in a hurry and goes to see Zhu Hong.

When the taxi stopped, the time pointer had already pointed to 7:30.

Although it's Saturday, some small companies and small factories also work on Saturday, so this point is also the morning peak.

When you get out of the car, you rush into the neighborhood in front of you.

The community is an old community that can be freely accessed. There is no need for security registration. It can be seen that there are some poorly managed communities.

Figurative color in a hurry to find the building and number, soon to Zhu Hong's door.

The old wooden door was all scratched and there was no doorbell on it.

Color knocks at the door.