Chapter 183

Two steps away, Mo Jingyao looks at her quietly without blinking.

He always knew that metaphor was good.

But at this moment, she is more than just good-looking, beautiful like a fairy, let him look at her can not help but feel a swing, at the same time, he also put the lens in his hand at the metaphor.

Private customized high-end mobile phone.

Pixels, of course, are at the top.

Looking at the lens, he found that the color is not only beautiful, but also moving.

"Did you record it?" Yu se jumps over, the small face is red, rushed to grab Mo Jingyao's mobile phone.

Then he stood in front of the window and looked at it.

Looking at it, the corners of his lips are crooked.

"Good looking." Mo Jingyao looked at her crooked lips and said softly.

"That's my beauty."

"You are beautiful." Mo Jingyao agreed very much.

"I sent it to myself, haha." Metaphor impolitely used Mo Jingyao's mobile phone to send the video to himself.

Then he sat down on the chair and began to cut.

After cutting, he looked at it carefully and again, "Mo Jingyao, it's a good shot."

Mo Jingyao's eyes are deep. When he was a student at Harvard Business School, he won the first prize in the Harvard Business School photography competition.

If he's bad at shooting, there won't be a good one.

The level of Jin Zheng is just the level of his initial study.

Seeing that she had finished cutting, Mo Jingyao turned to his circle of friends.

As a result, after waiting and waiting, we found that the original one was still there, but the new one was never released.

"Why not?"

"I always feel that it's impolite to delete Zheng Zai. He saw it, and he praised it and left a message. If I delete it, it's really impolite. Well, I'll save your photos in my mobile phone." A sweet smile.

"No

Yu se didn't expect that Mo Jingyao's ending was still in decline, so he grabbed her mobile phone as soon as he reached out. Then, he could not help but delete her previous circle of friends.

When she rushed to grab it back, and then fingertips brush across the circle of friends, there are no more.

Think of her friend's message below, this metaphor color face black, "Mo Jing Yao, you are too disrespectful."

Anyway, she cut a picture and left a memorial, but now there is nothing.

His face was black, and his eyes were red.

The aggrieved stare at Mo Jingyao, and feel that he is bullying her.

Mo Jingyao really didn't expect that the response of metaphor was so big, "what was agreed before, I sent it to me when I took it, and deleted the previous one."

He tried to coax the color, and the voice was as soft as possible.

He has never coax a person like this, a little unaccustomed, but still coax.

He panicked when her eyes were red.

"But I regret it. I firmly oppose it. If you delete it, you just don't respect me." The more I think about it, the more angry I am. At this moment, not only my eyes are red, but my eyes are wet. My tears are flowing down gently.

Mo Jingyao was more flustered.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled over the metaphor, and then held it to his leg, "don't cry."

"Do not let you delete, you also delete, you are not obedient and obedient." The metaphor complained.

Then, he saw Mo Jingyao, who had never been trained and only knew how to teach others. He put his arm around the little woman who had just arrived in his arms and patted her on the back, "not next time."

Anyway, I've deleted everything. I'll talk about it next time.

This meeting son coaxes the little woman first.

Three days no see, she cried, he was distressed.

"Sorry." It's like biting one's teeth.

"I apologize." Mo Jingyao immediately apologized. It was not vague at all. She was happy with him.

Yu se then took the wet towel that Mo Jingyao handed her, wiped her eyes, and then looked at Mo Jingyao, who seemed to be very nervous. Suddenly, he burst into a laugh and said, "are you nervous?"

"No

"Do you feel your heart beat faster?" She's sitting on his lap now, as if she had the same feeling as last night.

It's like thinking about him.

It's the feeling of a faster heartbeat.

"Yes, do you?" Yu se asked this question. For the first time, Mo Jingyao couldn't help asking back.

If there is a metaphor, does it mean something?

Today's little woman, it looks strange.

He thought at first that she had drunk wine, but she spoke in a clear way, and even after drinking, her sense was still there.

"Yes." Metaphorical color blinked, what to say, she would not hide.

There is no need to hide it.

"Does my heart beat faster when I see me?" At this moment, Mo Jingyao felt that his heart beat faster, just like beating a drum."Well." Figurative color seriously nods, long eyelashes like a small fan fan fan for a while, beautiful.

It is even more beautiful in Mo Jingyao's eyes, "do you see other people's heart beat faster?"

"No Yu se shakes his head, then his face turns red, and his cerebellar bag melon drops down. He doesn't dare to see Mo Jingyao.

What about Jin Zheng

"Not at all."

Mo Jingyao's hand around Yu se waist had been tightened up unconsciously because of her answer.

"Is it just me?"

"Only you."

Before the end of the last word "you" in the metaphor has not fallen, Mo Jingyao's handsome face is magnified in front of him.

In the full lotus fragrance, the man's lips fell down.

Gently.

Slowly.

It's totally out of control. It's just like this.

Metaphor is still dull at first.

Until a feather like brush, just gently closed his eyes.

She heard her heart beating wildly.

Compared with last night, compared with the time when she just saw Mo Jingyao, she still danced wildly.

It's like jumping out of the chest.

But the whole person is soft, as if floating into the air in general.

Mo Jingyao once kissed her.

And many times.

Every time it's strong.

However, no time was as fast as this one, which made her heart beat faster and faster, and the whole world was so still.

At this moment, only Mo Jingyao and her were left in her world.

It was a magical, unspeakable feeling.

The feeling of dancing on the top of my heart.

There is no way to express and describe the aestheticism.

Long eyelashes, with the light blink and brush on Mo Jingyao's face.

Just a moment.

With a slight itching.

"Little color..." With a sigh, Mo Jingyao just wanted to deepen and deepen.

He stole kisses many times.

But there was never such a wonderful moment for him.

Because every time, there was no response from the little woman.

It's all his own monologues.

The wind blows the lotus pond behind.

The whole piece of green lotus leaf mixed with the lotus blossoming on the water dancing.

Until the oxygen was almost exhausted, Mo Jingyao slowly moved away.

Lift head between, pupil Mou in all is hazy drunk.

As if he had drunk.

Then, time is at a standstill.