Chapter 99

Yu se Meng turns her head to see Mo Jingyao. If this man was not around her at the moment, she would have thought that it was what he said and did to Yang An'an.

Otherwise, Yang An'an would not be so abnormal.

This even Mo Jingyao did not want to see the feeling.

It seems that there is no drama between Mo Jingyao and Yang An'an.

Put down the mobile phone, she turned to see Mo Jingyao, the man is still a gloomy face, as if she owed him how much money.

"Mo Jingyao, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Jingyao's thin lips pursed slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but he opened his lips again and again, and finally said nothing.

The metaphor is at a loss.

"Can you tell me something? Are you giving me a look like this? I tell you, Mo Jingyao, I don't like you. I'm your Savior. I'm not angry with you. " If she hadn't been able to open the door, she would have jumped.

Mo Jingyao took a deep breath, otherwise, he would definitely punch Yu se.

How dare she introduce his girlfriend? Thanks to her idea.

What Yang An'an, Li'an, Wang'an, he doesn't care.

In his eyes, there is a real woman, which is metaphor.

Because he had a cold face, he felt that his breath was going to be difficult.

The air is thin.

Then, with the car driving, she noticed that the buildings on both sides of the road were less and less, and the scenery on both sides of the road became more and more familiar.

To be sure, she had seen the scenery on both sides of the road twice, so she had some impression.

"You Where are you going? " The color is flustered.

I don't like the road in front of me.

It was just the direction of the road that she saw him for the first time on the day of his accident.

Mo Jingyao remained silent, as if he were deaf and did not hear her problems or feel her existence.

It's just that I'm driving at the fastest speed, which makes Yu se a little suspicious of life.

If there are cars coming from the opposite side, they will definitely hit each other.

However, she did not dare to educate Mo Jingyao.

At this moment, even if Mo Jingyao doesn't speak, it makes people fear.

It was definitely Mo Jingyao, whom she had never seen before.

Suddenly, I think of the rumor about Mo Jingyao that she found on the Internet before.

He was never a gentleman.

Ruthlessness is his pronoun.

In his dictionary, there is only the difference between winning and losing in shopping malls. There is no human relationship to talk about.

So, was she confused by his tenderness to her before, so she had the illusion to ignore his original essence?

When Yu se was doubting about the real character of Mo Jingyao, Bugatti turned a corner and turned into a mountain road.

Panshan road of quanbai Youlu is winding up the mountain.

The road is not wide, two lanes in both directions.

This is obviously not the way to her first meeting with Mo Jingyao.

"Where is this going?" I don't know why, facing Mo Jingyao, who has been indifferent and silent, he feels flustered.

For the first time, I felt afraid of him.

Mo Jingyao still did not speak.

It's just that on such a mountain road, the car drives faster.

It's all crooked roads, and the longest straight road is no more than 10 meters, but Mo Jingyao actually drove his car to 100 pulse

It's the same speed on the highway.

He grabbed the handle of the car, and his face was pale.

She had been talking to him, but he did not answer her.

At this point, she understood that he was on purpose.

I don't talk to her on purpose.

It's just that she really doesn't understand what his anger is about.

She did not provoke him, two did not provoke him, three did not provoke him, he this crazy hair is simply inexplicable.

Yu se stopped talking and looked at the front of the car quietly.

Only in this way can her feeling of carsickness be relieved.

It's hard.

The breath is almost stopped.

"Ouch..." She's going to throw up, and her internal organs are going to bump out under the bumps of such a fast speed.

But she is like this, Bugatti's speed is still, there is no intention to slow down at all.

I can't stand the color.

"Mo Jingyao, your uncle's, I can't stand it. I'm going to throw up. When I spit in your car, I'll make a mess of you."

The speed is still the same, Mo Jingyao seems to be deaf, or 100 pulse speed, no less.

"Ouch..." Yu se took out the paper towel and threw up this time.

But it's just saliva.

It was also this time that she remembered that from the morning till now, she didn't drink a mouthful of food.

First I went to see Zhu Hong, then Yang An'an.He thought that he could have a steak and a cup of coffee when he arrived at the Green Island Cafe. As a result, he was put in his car by Mo Jingyao. She was very hungry.

So that, even vomit has nothing to vomit.

She's so sad.

"Mo Jingyao, I haven't eaten all day today. I'm starving to death, fainting and headache." She yelled at him, trying to fight.

Yes, I want to fight with Mo Jingyao.

However, the man is like a robot, there is no emotional leakage, or no response.

"Bang" a dull sound, metaphor crash.

She thought that if she hit the car glass like this, the car glass would crack or something at least.

As a result, it became a tragedy for her alone.

The glass was intact, and her head hurt even more.

She then remembered that this was a luxury car of more than ten million yuan, which could not be resisted by her flesh and blood.

"Hiss..." There was a low hiss of pain.

However, Mo Jingyao still did not respond.

The head of the metaphor tilted and leaned directly against the glass of the car.

She closed her eyes and breathed low and shallow.

It was her deliberate breath.

Sure enough, she was so dying that the speed finally slowed down.

Then, he stopped steadily on the side of the road.

In fact, it was either on the side of the road or stopped on the road.

There is no roadside on this road.

It's the narrowest two-way tarmac she's ever seen.

"Little color..." My heart beat faster and faster.

No, no, no, she's not going to talk to him.

She said so much to him that he didn't respond to her.

Then she doesn't pay attention to him now.

I don't care about him.

"Little color, are you ok?" Mo Jingyao panicked.

Looking at the pale face, I was really flustered.

He thought that her retching voice was false, and it was her deliberate voice. But at this time, she could not fake her pale face and knew that she was really uncomfortable just now.

It's normal that his car is driving so fast.

In fact, he is not comfortable.

His fingertips gently fell on the metaphor's breath, warm and hot, as if everything was normal, but he even called twice, and the metaphor did not respond, which made him more worried.

Mo Jingyao is at a loss as to how to wake up the metaphor. Suddenly, the girl leaning on the glass quietly blinks her long eyelashes.