Chapter 141

He went to sleep.

You'd better sleep after drinking.

"Miss Yu, what can I do for you?" Lu Jiang quickly picked up and asked respectfully.

"Jingyao is with me. Do you want to come and pick him up?"

"This I've already gone to sleep. " Lu Jiang said and pinched the people beside him.

The metaphor then heard a scream.

It's a woman's voice.

I was embarrassed, "no I don't want to disturb you. Please help me to inform the steward of the Mohist family. Jingyao will not go back. "

He was so drunk that she could not force him to go home.

Anyway, this is his property.

Even she's on the fence.

Or send it to him.

"Well, don't worry. I will inform the housekeeper." Lu Jiang finished and hung up.

Mo Jingyao had a drink tonight.

He delivered the wine himself.

What Mo Jingyao thinks in his mind is not clear to others, but he knows it.

When Yu se was invited to the Mohist family by Luo Wanyi, Mo Jingyao had been awake for a long time, but he had turned himself into a coma for several days.

In fact, he fell in love with Yu Se and accompanied him.

Even, he was not allowed to tell anyone that he was awake.

It is estimated that if he does not wake up, he will still be confused.

It's strange to say that flowers attract butterflies.

If Mo Jingyao didn't "wake up" that day, or he would have found out the person behind the accident.

It's useless to recruit Jing Zhu. All the people found are irrelevant. Moreover, they are all out of breath.

But it's no use rushing now.

We can only investigate in secret. We will find out the real murderer.

Mo Jingyao's death like that can't be found out. Let alone Mo Jingyao, he won't forgive himself.

The man, we have to find out.

She hung up her cell phone and turned back to the living room from the balcony.

If Lu Jiang doesn't come to pick up Mo Jingyao, she can only send him to his room.

He tried to take the pen from his leg again. This time, Mo Jingyao, who was sleeping heavily, did not hold her. He let her take it and put it on the tea table.

"Mo Jingyao, I'll help you go back to your room to sleep, eh?" I covered him with a blanket before, thinking that he might wake up and continue to work after a while, after all, the laptop was still on his leg.

Only when he realized that he was drinking, did he feel that it was reasonable to help him to bed.

Mo Jingyao was still motionless.

He tried to push. He was heavy.

Although Mo Jingyao doesn't look fat at all.

On the contrary, the figure with wide shoulders, narrow hips and long legs is the best in the world, but after all, his height is there, and his body feels very muscular.

Unable to move, Yu se can only continue to call low, "Mo Jing Yao, wake up, I help you go to the room to sleep?"

Soft voice coax, the person who falls asleep, as long as you call him, even if he is asleep also has the feeling.

Sure enough, Mo Jingyao stood up with the strength of her hand, and then leaned against her with his head tilted.

The metaphor stumbled and nearly fell.

Mo Jingyao, this is too heavy.

Try to hold him in the direction of the room.

Fortunately, Mo Jingyao cooperated with him. Although he walked slowly, he finally got into his room.

Step by step, when he got to the bed, Yu se pushed hard, and Mo Jingyao fell to the bed.

Yu se thought that she had finished her job. Suddenly her hand sank, and then her whole body was directly dragged to him by Mo Jingyao.

Yes, she's all in him.

"Little color, don't go."

"How do you know it's me? Mo Jingyao, are you awake? " Yu se pats Mo Jingyao's face, but he doesn't respond.

"Little color..." However, the man has been murmuring his name.

It's addictive. It doesn't stop.

Yu se tried to move, but he wanted to break away. In a flash, he was pulled back by Mo Jingyao.

This time, her face was facing his.

She looked at his closed eyes and remembered the day when they first met, and he was lying there with his eyes closed.

At that time, she felt that he was too unlucky and did not like him.

At that time, she didn't think of it. It was only when he was awake that he was more beautiful.

His eyes, like a soul, every time he let her on, only feel the heart beat faster.

"Mo Jingyao, I'm sleepy. I have to go to school tomorrow. Let go."

The man ignored her and fell asleep quietly.

Yes, how could he have paid attention to her when she was asleep.

He called her name in a dream.But it is not a long-term plan to lie on him all the time.

You can't do it all night.

She wants to sleep.

In the metaphor color muddle force don't know how to break away from the man, Mo Jingyao suddenly moved up, with her turned up.

Before she could react, the man had already arrived at Mo Jingyao's side. He put his big palm around her waist and continued to sleep.

This time, I sleep more deeply.

She didn't call her name again.

Yu se breathes a sigh of relief and stares at the jade on Mo Jingyao's neck in the dark that has been used to it.

He lost his taste buds.

She always wanted to heal him.

Looking at his jade, her hand seemed to be confused by the cup, quietly stretched out the past, and then, gently took it down.

It's on my birthmark.

He said that if yu was not on him, he would not sleep well.

She's waiting for a cure for his taste buds to come back to him.

Mo Jingyao's jade, only every time it falls on the birthmark, will there be words pouring into her mind.

And she found out, not every time.

Not more than twice a day.

However, wearing his jade will get twice the result with half the effort.

Now, her body is as good as before.

At least not as weak as before.

Jade to the hands, cool and cool on the birthmark, metaphor color closed eyes.

To feel the moment of every miracle.

After several attempts, she couldn't find a way to cure Mo Jingyao's taste buds. This time, she just wanted to try.

But don't want to, just a moment, the brain suddenly flooded with a message.

Yu seju opens her eyes. In the dark, she can't see a face of Mo Jingyao.

But he already knows how to treat his taste buds.

In fact, she has always taken Mo Jingyao's illness to heart, but it's a pity that there is no cure.

At this moment, the original drowsy insect, who was excited by the color, was killed immediately and got up and got out of bed.

Mo Jingyao sleeps very heavily, the clear shallow breath sound is in the ear, but even if he sleeps soundly again, her heart rises a war.

Her current medical skills are more than words injected into her brain.

It has turned those words into her own.