Chapter 130

"It must be. He is not young. If he doesn't work hard at this age, he will be considered as a man left."

"Hello, the remaining man's words are too bad to hear. If Mo Shao wants to, how many women are waiting in line to let him be lucky, he doesn't want to."

"I suspect that the girl named Yu Mo is just a cover up. I still think Mo Shao likes men."

The sound of "bang" can't be heard any more. Even Mo Jingyao, who is a little disgusted, pushes the door open heavily and smashes the door into the wall.

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

In particular, the two senior executives who were discussing Mo Jingyao's sexual orientation just before the door bowed their heads in a panic, as if this could erase the words they had just said.

Mo Jingyao must not have heard.

Mo Jingyao must not have heard.

Mo Jingyao must not have heard.

Recite important things three times.

Otherwise, I'm in a panic.

Mo Jingyao's eyes first swept over two guilty executives, and then one by one, and finally, his eyes fell on Lu Jiang's body, "are you so presiding over the meeting?"

Lu Jiang jumped up and said, "Mo Shao, I have been reporting work before. I think the atmosphere is a little cold, so I let everyone relax and relax for more than one minute, right?"

He said, with the tail of his eye on the crowd.

"Yes," they said with one voice

"Well Cough... " Mo Jingyao coughed low, one by one. This is the rhythm of rebellion.

But I don't know why. It seems that it is the first time for him to remember the relaxed meeting room.

It turns out that when he was away, the executives were so gossiping.

He coughed, the two executives in front of the door were already pale.

It's over. They're miserable.

I don't want to. Mo Jingyao in front of the meeting room doesn't know if he was infected by the relaxed atmosphere in the meeting room. He looks down at his watch and says, "it's time to leave work immediately. The meeting will be suspended. When will we continue to notice?"

The relaxed atmosphere reminded him of metaphor.

It was also at this time that he found that his world seemed to be relaxed and flesh and blood only when there was intersection with metaphor.

Before encountering metaphors, he seems to be a robot, even the joy and anger are automatically blocked.

Therefore, he thought of Mo Jingyao, who was a metaphor of color, and directly threw his reason to the state of Pawa.

Since it is his own proposal, he must go.

"Yes, president."

"All right, president."

The executives in the meeting room stood up and said hello to Mo Jingyao one by one.

Only the two men in front of the door sat there as if they were dead grey and refused to turn around and face Mo Jingyao.

Mo Jingyao was about to leave. When he saw that one of his nervous hands seemed to shake, he couldn't help turning around and reaching the senior executive's back with long legs.

Then, he clapped him on the shoulder and solemnly said, "I've invited a lady to have dinner together at noon and go to the supermarket. Do you want to join us?"

"No No, thank you, president The executive immediately stood up with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Really not?" Mo Jingyao's lips are slightly crooked, and he looks at the executive in a light and clear way.

"Congratulations to Mo Shao. When will Mo Shao invite wine, I will bring my family, old and young, to join us." Now it seems that he said Mo Jingyao liked men's words. Mo Jingyao must have heard

Mo Jingyao patted him on the shoulder again, "well, when the baby's full moon wine comes, your family will join us. I've informed you in advance today."

"Yes It is... "

Until Mo Jingyao left the conference room, the executive did not return to his mind.

So Mo Jingyao let them both go?

Bugatti drove away from the Mercer group building and headed for Qimei No.1 middle school.

Now Mo Jingyao was very familiar with this road.

Half of the car was positioned to the location of the metaphor, and the speed was the fastest.

At this time, the metaphor has ordered two dishes and is eating stuffy.

She used to love two dishes, but at this moment, she tasted nothing.

No appetite.

I have no appetite.

"Miss Yu, would you like some more soup?" Yu se only ordered food without soup. Seeing her frowning all the time, the waiter nearby was nervous.

The female student who asked for special attention from the superior said that he could ignore all the other guests in the store, but he had to take good care of the girl.

But she just ordered two dishes, so she would like to have two more.

Those who don't need money still need to pay so little. The waiter's impression of figurative color has been increased. She is a good girl who saves money.

Yu se is biting chopsticks, and his mind is full of Mo Jingyao.

Is he coming or not?If he doesn't come, she'll buy it herself.

A figure quietly stopped at the side of the body.

The familiar breath of freshness lingered around her in an instant.

"You What's the matter with you? "

The waiter had already served several dishes and soup that he wanted to add to Yu se.

Chicken soup, skimming the oil flower, is specially prepared for the metaphor of color, but it is not enough before the color comparison. It's really anxious.

"I'm ready to go shopping with you."

"Well, that's why you came here to keep your tongue shut?" The metaphor is even more irritated.

Is looking at the metaphor of the color of Mo Jing Yao suddenly smile, haze of the morning mood at the moment suddenly brightened, "No."

"Then why did you come?" Yu se gave him a fierce look.

"You want me to come." Mo Jingyao picked up his chopsticks and ate.

"I didn't want you to come." Yu se said, picked up a pair of unused clean chopsticks and knocked on Mo Jingyao's head.

Her small move, not far away, is looking at Mo Jingyao's people, from the waiter to the guests, all looked stunned.

It seems that a beautiful man without a couple and a noble man has been molested by metaphor.

However, Mo Jingyao is not angry, just a light glance at the metaphor, then continue to eat, "good, you did not want me to come, I want to come."

After a "bang", Yu se felt that his face was boiling hot. Why did he think that Mo Jingyao's words were ironic? He seemed to be saying, "she didn't want him to come.".

But how can I feel that he is saying "she wants him to come.".

Put down the chopsticks, she fixed to look at him, want to refute, but a pair of him this can make her heart beat faster, Leng is a word did not say.

Come on, he's here. Whatever you want.

Just as he was eating, Chen Ji's door opened again.

I don't care about color.

However, soon a small figure slipped over, a small hand caught the figurative hand, "aunt, uncle Mo, Xu Xu to accompany you."

Yu se looks along Zhu Xu's small body, and sees Zhu Xu's other small hand holding Mo Jingyao's hand.