Chapter 102

However, the fragmentary reading of metaphor is not finished, and Mo Jingyao directly interrupts, "no need."

"Well, why don't you know good people? I don't worry about you so much. You get old year after year. When you want to find another half of your life, other men will choose the rest. You will not be reconciled to that."

"No trouble." Mo Jingyao put the steamed bun into the steamer and steamed it.

"Wow, there are really small steamed buns, Mo Jingyao, you have been frozen in the refrigerator for a long time?"

"Well." She likes, he has prepared, did not expect to use it today.

"Well, for the sake of eating steamed buns, I won't see you in the same way, and I won't be angry with you. However, you still have to make clear what you are going crazy today." She pursed her lips, and when she saw the small cage bag, she became more hungry.

She really hasn't eaten a bite from this morning till now.

After entering the green island coffee, he obviously wanted to eat the steak. As soon as Mo Jingyao arrived, he took him to the place where he didn't go to the village or the shop behind.

"Don't introduce me to my girlfriend in the future." Mo Jingyao had to emphasize it again, otherwise, he would not let him go.

"Well, you're crazy because I introduced ANN to you?" Mo Jingyao responded as like as two peas in two identical answers. The man did not love her to introduce Yang Anan to him.

"No other woman." No matter what kind of woman he would not accept, especially those introduced by metaphors.

As long as the thought of metaphor in spare no effort to introduce women to him, he is uncomfortable.

How much do you dislike him? I want to introduce women to him.

When Mo Jingyao finished this sentence, he felt that Mingming had fallen several degrees in the steaming kitchen.

Let her shiver, "forget it, you are older than me, I will not worry about your life-long events, but as a friend, Mo Jingyao, if you have a girlfriend, you must tell me at the first time, otherwise, I will be in a hurry with you."

Hearing Yu SE's promise that he would not worry about his life-long affairs, Mo Jingyao's face improved a little. But he heard that he was black again. "I'm the first one to control. You are the first woman I've ever kissed. So it's a little difficult for me to kiss other women in the future."

So it's very difficult for him to have other girlfriends.

No, it's impossible.

"Mo Jingyao, what do you mean? Do you want me to be responsible for kissing me

"Not by force." It's just a natural kiss. It's not as bad as the metaphor says.

I can't help it. It's not a strong relationship.

"How come it's not a forced marriage, Mo Jingyao. If you don't agree, you have to change your habit of playing with relatives."

"No change." It's just this sentence that Mo Jingyao recited silently in his heart and never said it.

He checked the Internet and said that when women say "no", they actually want it.

That's why he kissed her again.

Chatting and saying, steamed dumplings.

Fifteen minutes later, the lid of the pot was opened, and a smell of fragrance came out. Yu se sucked his nose and his eyes were shining.

Mo Jing Yao helplessly shook his head and carried a drawer to the restaurant. "Come here, you eat first."

"May I eat first?"

"Well." There was no outsider, just him and her. She could do whatever she wanted, "eat it."

The steaming steamed buns are on the dining table, and the metaphor is seduced.

He started to eat the dipping material adjusted by Mo Jingyao.

Although the taste is not as good as the one she ate in Mohist school, it's not bad, it's delicious.

After a while, he had promised her that all kinds of food had been brought up.

Anyway, it's just heating. This kind of work is not difficult. Mo Jingyao has no need to learn. He is born to be able to do it.

"Mo Jingyao, although you are only responsible for heating, but I still thank you."

Mo Jingyao put down the last hot porridge, and then sat down beside Yu se. Xiugu Yuchang took up his chopsticks and began to eat.

Compared with the figurative image, he is always a gentle and elegant gentleman.

, when he saw his eating, he couldn't help but make complaints about it. "Mo Jing Yao, every time I see you eat, it's as if it's not delicious at all. It's just to finish the meal, but I eat it very clearly."

Mo Jingyao's chopsticks stopped for two seconds before feeding a small cage into his mouth. Then he said, "I really can't feel delicious."

"Anything to eat?" I don't believe it.

"Well."

"Never?"

"A long time."

Yu se has something wrong with this saying, "how long has it been?"

Mo Jingyao put down his chopsticks and thought seriously, "it's been more than 20 years.""Well, you're about to be ten years old, which means that your situation began when you were a few years old?" The metaphor is unbelievable.

"Yes."

"Do you feel no taste buds, or do you really don't feel good eating anything?"

"One."

In the past, he thought that the taste of Mo Jing's food was not delicious, because he thought it was delicious.

Only at this moment did I know that he was unconscious of the taste buds.

"Mo Jingyao, who made it?"

Mo Jingyao shook his head.

Yu se remembers that when Mo Jingyao was "unconscious", his family's attack on Luo Wanyi was born in such a big family, or, from the very beginning of his birth, he was destined to become a thorn in the eye of some members of the family.

Speaking of this, she thought of his car accident. "Did you find the real culprit about the accident?"

Mo Jingyao gently turned his head, "checking."

This sentence is clearly telling her that someone is going to kill him.

Fortunately, he met her, otherwise, he would die in that accident.

When I think of all that happened that day, the metaphor is awkward again.

Two people quietly finished the lunch, dinner and dinner. It was almost dusk when they looked at the time and the window.

"When will Mo Jingyao go back?" She wants to go back to school.

Otherwise, it would be a bit confusing for her to stay in such a secluded place.

"You don't have a night study on Saturday. You can live here. You can rest assured that I won't move you."

"Jade, lend me?" Yu se again focuses on Mo Jingyao's jade.

At this moment, Mo Jingyao really wanted to smash the jade directly. How could he feel that Yu se was more interested in his jade than he was.

"Good." But what she thinks is the same, and what she says is the same. As long as it is what she likes, he wants to give it to he