Chapter 222

"I don't believe it." The consequence of her last letter was that she could only sleep with him.

"If you don't believe me, miss, if you can find two vacant rooms in our hotel right now, I'll give you a free check-in right away."

"I'll really check it out."

"Miss, do whatever you want."

As a result, they only opened one room.

Yu se has always beeped his mouth, but he feels that he has been placed by Mo Jingyao again.

Because, this man in her here, there are too many bad records, so that she has begun to often do not believe him.

As a result, when I swiped the door card, I was stunned.

I'm a little embarrassed.

Just thinking about booking two rooms, she forgot to ask the lobby manager what kind of room was left in the hotel.

I knew it was a suite.

That's a suite with two rooms.

When you open two separate rooms, there are surprises.

Want to come, this is a suite for a few people, convenient for a few people to live together.

When sleeping, they are separated. When they are not sleeping, they can play cards together and watch TV.

Think about it is warm.

"I live in this room," he said

Mo Jing Yao looked at her chameleon like face, "not angry?"

"No life."

"Not depressed?"

"No more depression."

Mo Jingyao's forehead was a little bit figurative. "Would you like me to accompany you to check if there are any vacant rooms in the hotel? I'm not tired. I can. "

As soon as Yu se flashed, he avoided Mo Jingyao's fingers. "No, I'll take a shower and have dinner later." She's hungry.

On a hot day, from the plane to the bus, the whole body is sticky and greasy, very uncomfortable.

"Go, I'll go too." Mo Jingyao flashed into his own room.

Yu se looks at Mo Jingyao's back. The man is no longer a hooligan. She seems to be a bit unaccustomed to it.

I took my suitcase and went into my room. This time, I found my pajamas and took them to the bathroom.

After more than ten minutes of shower, Yu se frowned at her long hair dripping with water in the mirror. She was hungry.

But now the first thing to do is blow dry your hair, otherwise you can't go out.

Take down the hair dryer and start to blow your hair, and the door to the bathroom is knocked, "OK? I heard no water in it. "

"I blow my hair and go out." Mo Jingyao is really fast.

Mo Jingyao's hair was short. He didn't have the trouble of blowing his hair. After washing it, he quickly dried it.

"Come out and blow."

"Wait a minute." Yu se looks down at her pajamas. It's OK. What shouldn't be exposed is not exposed.

There is no definite relationship between her and Mo Jingyao.

Therefore, there should be some reserve.

I pulled the hem of my pajamas and went out with the hair dryer.

As a result, as soon as I opened the door, I could smell the fragrance.

A cart of food.

"You Where did you get the food? "

It's only been in for more than ten minutes. If you order it, you can order it as soon as possible. It's impossible to process it, cook it and send it back.

"I asked the restaurant to bring all the food that could be delivered, so some of it was not cooked, so I would like to eat a little, and don't starve my stomach."

Yu se doesn't believe it. When she takes a bite, she finds that Mo Jingyao is right. Half of them should have been done for some time. She believes that he didn't cheat her.

He was worried that she would be hungry, so he called for the food urgently.

But this kind of weather, warm does not matter, has been very delicious.

Yusekai began to eat.

Just as he was about to invite Mo Jingyao to eat with him, the sound of a hair dryer rang in the room. He heard the man say, "I'm not hungry. I'll blow your hair dry before eating. It's not urgent."

"Don't use it. Don't blow it after eating." I'm a little embarrassed.

"If you don't dry your hair, it's easy to catch a cold and get sick. Eat it first." Then, Mo Jingyao really blew his hair for the metaphor.

The color of the hair is not permed. It is straight and long. When it goes through the hair, it is as smooth as satin. Like her skin, it feels very good.

So, Ming just blew his hair, and Mo Jingyao became addicted.

As if the color of the hair is a toy, all blow dry, he still reluctant to let go.

He's not really hungry. He's not hungry at all.

However, Yu se was worried when he ate, "Mo Jingyao, did you come out to travel and take medicine?" Forget it, she personally fried the Chinese medicine for him has not finished, his disease is not completely cured, so there is no desire to eat, do not want to eat."Yes."

"Is it in your little backpack? No way. " There are still a few days of medicine. She also carried the backpack he was carrying all the way. It's very light. It can't hold a medicine bag for a few days.

Mo Jingyao calmly said with a smile: "No

"Where is that?" Yu se didn't take it either. She turned her head and looked at him. If he wanted to eat the medicine again, he would eat it or not. She was angry.

At least she cooked it herself.

It would be disrespectful of him not to eat.

"In In the car. " Mo Jingyao hesitated for a moment, then he had to tell the truth when his face was dark.

Otherwise, if she asks him to show the medicine, she will know his car sooner or later.

"In the car? What kind of car? " Metaphorical color word by word, the brain has been in the wild speculation of all possible.

"SUV."

"Your private SUV?" When you hear this, you can't accept it.

They got off the plane and came here by bus. She remembered how crowded the bus was.

But I never thought that this man had an SUV here.

"Well."

Heard Mo Jingyao admit, metaphorical color "Teng" stood up, "when did your car drive?"

"It came by air yesterday." Seeing the girl's face getting darker and darker, Mo Jingyao's voice became lower and weaker.

It's also the first time I've been a little bit coy in front of others.

Fortunately, in the face of metaphor, she would have been counselled.

He was his mother put on the most awkward appearance of shroud metaphor have seen, not afraid of any more.

Hearing this, Yu se sat back directly, and then sat there for a while.

Then, I started eating again.

Then, there was no talk.

It was as if she was alone in the room, and no one was talking to her.

Mo Jingyao had already dried his long hair. He stood beside her. He was reluctant to let go of her long hair, but now she is so silent that he wants to eat with her.

But the little woman has been silent, he is not standing for a time, sitting is not.