Chapter 125

But she didn't think too much.

Take out the mobile phone and Yang An'an and cook up the information.

Nothing more than what happened to her after she left Yang An'an yesterday and today.

Ann, it's about her, she knows.

It was not until the taxi stopped that she found that she had arrived and paid the fare to get off the bus. She used to come here often, so her fingerprints were always in the fingerprint lock of the villa door.

Try it. The door opens and the metaphor goes in.

Thinking about going in and handing the mobile phone to Mo Jingyao, he left.

Don't want to, she just pushed open the glass door, was stunned.

There were people standing in the living room.

All the servants in the villa.

The housekeeper stood at the front, and the men and women's servants at the back all looked as if they were not daring to show their heads down.

In front of these servants is mo Jingyao.

Yes, not Luo Wanyi or Mo Jingxi as she thought, but Mo Jingyao.

She didn't expect a man in Mo Jingyao to scold his servant.

This job should be Luo Wanyi and Mo Jingxi more suitable than him.

"I repeat, if I come out myself, I will not pursue anything other than losing this job of Mohist school, otherwise, you will understand."

What's the meaning of this.

The living room is still quiet. All people want to hide themselves, so they don't have to face Mo Jingyao.

When he goes to that station, people are afraid of the reflex.

Just then, Mrs. Zhang, who was standing in the corner, suddenly said, "Miss Yu is here." She just took a casual glance and found the metaphor. All smiles appeared on her old face.

It's very nice to see that metaphor has come. Otherwise, I'm afraid that all of their servants will suffer tonight.

Mo Shao, this is to no one let go, to punish everyone.

Zhang's voice, Mo Jingyao also looked at the metaphor.

In fact, when metaphor came in, he noticed it.

At that time, he thought it was mo Jing Xi who came back, and ignored it. Unexpectedly, it was metaphor, "how did you come?"

"So you're in a hurry to come back, to reprimand them? Can't we talk about it tomorrow? " Yu se felt that the servants were pitiful, and he could not help pleading for them.

"No, it's not flexible this time." He has to work tomorrow. If he comes back to deal with it in the evening, it's the same time as now.

"What's the matter?"

Mo Jingyao doesn't seem to want her to know, "what about you, are you busy so late?" Intuition told him she had something to do, but she would not have come.

The moment he saw her, his cold face immediately eased a little.

Even the temperature in the living room seems to have risen a lot.

"You left your cell phone with me." Yu se said and raised his mobile phone.

"Why don't you call me? It's so late. I'll send someone to get it. You shouldn't have come. " Thinking of Yu SE's taxi, Mo Jingyao's face is black. What if something goes wrong?

"Well, it's the right way all the way, and I'm taking a regular taxi. I've got the receipt."

But Yu se explained that Mo Jingyao still had a black face. "Next time, no matter what it is, Lujiang and I will not be able to come out without answering the phone and confirming."

"I called you, your cell phone turned off."

Mo Jingyao thought of his mobile phone turning off. "OK, I'll send a driver to take you back."

"You've just been fierce," he said Obviously, it was his cell phone that turned off, and then he attacked her.

"I'm sorry, I was negligent. Please go back first." Looking at the pitiful appearance of Yu se, Mo Jingyao was distressed.

He said this sentence, originally all drooping head, the atmosphere did not dare to come out of the servants, all neat and consistent head, and then looked at Mo Jingyao in surprise.

Are they hearing things?

Just that sentence is mo Shao said?

No way.

It must be auditory hallucination.

After working here for so long, they never met Mo Jingyao when he was gentle, let alone just like that.

"I don't. I want to know what you're doing." She sat on the sofa as if this was her home.

After hearing this, Mo Jingyao's long legs against the sky went to metaphor.

Then, in full view of the public sat down beside her, warm voice: "you go back, I'll tell you later."

All the O-shaped servants were stunned.

It's really Is it really that they don't have enough ink?

Was it possessed by someone?

However, he soon remembered his cold words to them before simile came in.

It seems that he is still Mo Jingyao.

"No, I won't go until I've finished reading it."The girl said, no bones like comfortable on the sofa, and then like the discovery of the new world way: "how to change into cloth?"

Yes, the metaphor was discovered at the moment of leaning against the back of the sofa.

Then, believing that Mo Jingyao would not know, he looked directly at Mrs. Zhang and said, "Sister Zhang, when did you change this sofa? It's so comfortable. "

"Afternoon."

"Well, this table has been changed. Is it the afternoon?"

"Yes." Mrs. Zhang replied, it's a lot easier at this moment. It's nice to have metaphor.

She wanted to be in the ink house every day. Unfortunately, there were fewer of them recently.

Metaphorical color blinks an eye, suddenly think of her afternoon talking about her favorite fabric sofa, she said that the fabric sofa has a warm home, very comfortable.

There are also tea table, glass is better than that kind of art.

Then, Mo Jingyao changed everything here.

Is this a coincidence or

The sentence "Mo Jingyao likes you" flashed through Yang an's mind again tonight.

She suddenly did not dare to think about going down, "Mo Jingyao, what should you do? Don't pay attention to me." Just sit on this comfortable sofa and watch the play.

As soon as you come, you will be at ease.

Now that we have caught up, there is no reason to leave without paying attention.

She was also curious about what Mo Jingyao was going to do, and she didn't know why. When he asked her to leave, she subconsciously felt that Mo Jingyao's trial might have something to do with her.

So I don't want to go.

Seeing his authority being challenged, Mo Jingyao's face darkened at first, but he still had no idea of metaphor.

I can't be cruel.

Finally, she had to say to Mrs. Zhang, "go and get some snacks and fruits."

"Yes." Mrs. Zhang happily went to serve the metaphor. She was most willing to have no regrets.

Mo Jingyao then went back to his former position and stood still.

Since he couldn't hide the metaphor, he didn't.

"Come out."

He said this cold drink, a group of servants immediately and collectively hung down their heads, dare not look at Mo Jingyao.

"Think I don't know who it is? Although you dial Yu Mo with your new mobile phone number, you must have dialed it from me. That means that your mobile phone is now in this house. As long as you search it, you will find it. I don't say, I just want to give you a chance to live. Come out. "