Chapter 164

"No, I don't want to. I promised my father and my mother to celebrate together in the evening. Yu se, you are just too handsome. Although you still can't get rid of your anger, I will feel more comfortable when I see the five finger mountain on Xia Xiaoqiu's face. If you have a revenge, you are not a gentleman, and if you swallow your anger, you are a coward." She said, disdainfully glanced at Mo Jing Yao.

What she said was quite meaningful.

It refers to Mo Jingyao.

She didn't send Xia Xiaoqiu in before. Now she still doesn't teach Xia Xiaoqiu a lesson. The more she looks at Mo Jingyao, the more she counsels him, she despises him.

Mo Jingyao did not seem to hear Yang An'an's words. He said softly to Yu se: "Miss Yang has something to do. Let's go."

"May I join you?"

"We'll talk about it when we get there." Mo Jing is still light.

He didn't want to take Zhu Xu, she and he, a good meal together, two people's world.

"All right."

Not far away, came Yang an's father and mother's voice, Yang an an ran to her father and mother.

Seeing a bunch of flowers in Ann's arms, Yu se envied her.

Many parents come to pick up their children with flowers.

Neither her father nor her mother came.

Luo Mo followed Mo's side of Mo Jingyao's body, "she didn't come because of her stomach discomfort, didn't she?"

"Well, six." No, she did not want to ask, Mo Jingyao gave such an absolute standard no objection to the answer.

"Well, I'll be my father and my mother have been here." Mo Jingyao was really sullen. She said that she had left six gauzes in Chen Meishu's stomach, but according to his expression, she did.

Mo Jingyao reached out and touched her head, but when he came to the sentence "you still have me", he didn't say it when he thought of Luo Wanyi's warning.

"I'll cook it for you in the evening."

"Well, that's what you mean." Yu se laughs without thinking about anything. She likes to see Mo Jingyao in the kitchen. She makes the kitchen like an oil painting. This is probably the man.

Good looking.

Bugatti drove out of the examination room.

The mobile phone rings.

First, principal Shi's, then Mr. Zhang's, as well as teachers of various subjects, knew that she was awake and had taken part in the college entrance examination. They all cared about it.

I didn't call her yesterday for fear of affecting her next exam. Now that I have finished the exam, I naturally want to care about it.

She answered the questions one by one.

Only the Chinese teacher has been regretting, but also think that Yu se can give her a high score, let her face shine, as a result, Yu se missed the Chinese exam.

When all the calls were hung up, Bugatti arrived.

To Chen Ji.

The location of the car can be seen at a glance.

She knew that for the rest of her life, Qimei No.1 middle school was just a memory, and she was no longer a student here.

"Mo Jingyao, thank you for coming here with me." Let her complete this life experience of high school from beginning to end.

"Let's go."

Chen Ji's door is quiet.

In fact, all the restaurants in Qimei I and abroad are very quiet tonight.

The college entrance examination is over.

The students have all gone to the big meal they want.

These restaurants near the school have been tired of eating, and will never eat here again.

So, the restaurants near the school are deserted.

It's just that when I went into Chen Ji, I felt that Chen Ji was a little too cold.

I don't even have a personal movie.

"There is little ink. The ingredients are ready. Have a look." When Chen Ji's store manager saw her and Mo Jingyao, he met her.

Mo Jingyao with the store manager into the kitchen, a glance at the way: "OK."

"Is there anything else you need?"

"No more."

Then, as soon as the store manager waved his hand, all the employees in the store took off their uniforms and hats.

"You are..."

"Mo Shao wrapped up Chen Ji tonight." The store manager explained the metaphor and left the store in a hurry.

Otherwise, how can I feel that Mo Jingyao's eyes seem to say that his electric bulb is too bright.

No wonder Chen's memory is so cold.

Anyway, Chenji is the best restaurant near Qimei No.1 middle school.

After redecorating, both hardware and software are on a grade.

The man in front of her has taken off his suit coat, revealing the white shirt inside.

It is found that Mo Jingyao in a suit and a white shirt make her feel different.

It is the taste of two artistic conception.

Mo Jingyao, who wears a suit, is absolutely the overbearing President fan'er.

However, Mo Jingyao in his shirt is like a beautiful young master who came out of the old saying, picturesque.At this time, the man gently pulled up the cuff of his white shirt, picked up the apron that the store manager had prepared for him and tied it up, and went to the kitchen.

"Mo Jingyao, do you really want to cook by yourself?"

"Well, would you like to join us?" He heard the beat of his heart when he asked the metaphor softly.

That's the voice of expectation.

"Good." At the end of the college entrance examination, metaphor is also relaxed, "however, I can only fight, can't make any good dishes."

"I'll do it. You'll do it." When I finished this way, I felt that the next picture must be very beautiful.

"I can wash and pick vegetables." Yu se really wants to give Mo Jingyao a hand.

However, when she really wanted to start, she found that the ingredients in the back kitchen were already ready, as long as the pot.

Not only don't you wash it, you don't have to cut it.

He followed Mo Jingyao in before, but she didn't pay attention at that time.

"I I don't seem to have much to do. "

"It's OK to pass a sauce."

"All right." Anyway, she will have nothing to do. Just give him something.

Then, Yu se stood on Mo Jingyao's side and watched him cook. Then he was obedient and handed him this way.

Stir fry fry, listen to the man that is busy working: "have sweat."

"Oh, I'll get the wipes." When he rushed outside and took a wet towel, Mo Jingyao had sweat on his forehead.

However, this man is also good-looking even with sweat. She looks up at him slightly, inexplicably, and her heart beats faster. "Mo Jingyao, what do you look so good-looking for?"

"For you."

"What do you do for me?" "I just want to ask you, are you really not interested in An'an?" Still want to match Mo Jingyao and Yang An'an.

She felt that although Yang An'an didn't want to pursue Mo Jingyao now, if Mo Jingyao went after Yang An'an, there was still hope between them.

"No

"Lengleng" is a word, and the metaphorical color excites the lattice. "Mo Jingyao, you can't stop being so cold and swish. When I'm with you, there's no temperature at all." Said, fiercely wiped his forehead sweat.

It's not gentle at all.

"Pounce", Mo Jingyao cut his finger at once.