Chapter 278

He didn't say that, but she was sure that he ignored her because she lost her jade.

"Teacher, I'm the only one left. Does it affect you to leave work?" Zhu Xu thought that squatting to the side of his kindergarten teacher, did not look at the said.

"No Yu SE's heart sank. When the child spoke, she was always distressed.

Then, the next second, Zhu Xu's small body jumped up and threw herself on Yu SE's body. Holding her face, she gave a cruel kiss, "little aunt."

From kindergarten to the apartment all the way, Zhu Xu is hopping, very happy.

Yuse leisurely also took several videos, and then cut into one, then sent to the circle of friends, with three words: little lover.

Because Zhu Xu is cute and cute, the circle of friends only takes a few minutes, and dozens of them like it.

However, there was no mo Jing Yao.

He didn't praise her friend.

Yuse looked and looked again and again. When she entered the apartment with her mobile phone, she was still uncomfortable.

Is mo Jingyao going to have nothing to do with her from now on?

After entering the apartment, the smell of food wafted out from the kitchen. Yu se was even more hungry. "Sister Zhan, how do you know I'm back?" She wanted to cook it by herself, but sister-in-law was there.

Mrs. Zhan looked back and said with a smile, "Mrs. Jin personally brought people a lot of food this afternoon. She said that you had to come back and live for a few days. She didn't trust to tell me that I would cook delicious food for you in the evening."

Yu se remembers telling Su Muxi that she wants to come back to her apartment for a few days at noon. When she accompanies Xiao Xu, sumuxi almost quarrels with her and says nothing.

But in the twinkling of an eye, she was given food.

Her eyes were astringent and she said, "that's my mother."

More than your mother.

Her mother never came to see her.

Or, even if Chen Meishu really came to see her, she would not be seen.

She didn't come back to her apartment for a while, and she felt fresh.

Zhu Xu is also the same, turning around again and again, the United States do not know how to express their emotions.

It was already nine o'clock at night when the little guy was asleep.

Looking at the child's shallow smile, sat beside him.

Xiao Xu is her companion.

With Xiao Xu accompanying her, she felt that life had a goal.

Otherwise, life is like a pool of stagnant water, can not stir up the feeling of waves, there is no way to wonderful.

Go to take a cool, metaphorical color or sleepless.

Even if she didn't sleep much last night, she didn't take a nap at noon, or she couldn't sleep.

The lights are off.

Just sitting in the dark, I found that my missing began to grow rapidly.

No matter how many times she looked at her cell phone, the man didn't say good night to her.

As if he had never entered her world, she had never had any intersection with him.

But even Mei Yuqiu remembers that she once existed in his world, which he could not erase.

Unable to sleep, Yu se got out of bed and went to the window, quietly opened a corner of the curtain, just want to see the lights outside.

27th floor.

The higher the floor, the more spectacular the lights in the eyes.

It's beautiful.

But one after another lights quietly out, as if a meteor across the field of vision, and then, to the world left a little bit of aftertaste.

The street lamp of the community is also dim and bright, reflecting the flowers and trees in the atrium, like a painting.

When the metaphor looked at me, a car suddenly came into view.

Bugatti Veron.

It's a car that people all know when they're turning to gray.

It's also the only car in T city.

The owner of the car is mo Jingyao.

Mo Jingyao, here he is.

He must be here.

The metaphor only felt that the moment he saw Bugatti, even his breath would stop.

Mo Jingyao, he came to see her after all.

He must know she missed him.

I miss him without guts.

He didn't call him just because he had to.

Bugatti stopped slowly, just below her building.

It's off.

The headlights are out.

Yu se thought that Mo Jingyao was about to get off the bus and take the elevator to get up.

She even thought about how she would greet him when he came into the apartment.

Is it reserved to ignore him first, or to rush forward with enthusiasm?

She missed his arms a little.

It's not reserved to be enthusiastic.

She couldn't bear to ignore him.

This moment, the mind of thousands of twists and turns, all is a moment Mo Jingyao come up, how she should face him.

As a result, she thought for a full minute and felt that it was not good like this or that. Suddenly, she found the car downstairs quiet.Yes, it has been quiet since I stopped here.

No one got out of the car.

From her point of view, the car was dark and she couldn't see anything.

But it's impossible for a car to go there and stop by itself.

Since no one gets off the bus, the man must still be in the car.

Either Lu Jiang or Mo Jingyao.

The metaphor of color is mo Jingyao.

Then, it was as if the soles of her feet were rooted and could not move any more.

Just stand there and watch the car more quietly than the car.

It's just, it's Bugatti on the 27th floor.

She felt that she was suffering from a magic disease, but she didn't want to go away.

Just want to look at the car.

Seeing the car, it was like seeing Mo Jingyao, who was with her.

Looking at it like this, tears suddenly came down.

No matter how he ignored her, he came to see her.

This stop is more than an hour.

It's early morning in the twinkling of an eye.

She always thought that Mo Jingyao would leave so late.

But no.

Bugatti was still there quietly.

Just, in the body of Bugatti in the early morning, a little fireworks lit up.

Mo Jingyao smokes occasionally, she knows.

But this time, when she stood by the window, the man in the car lit the fireworks, and the little light never disappeared.

One by one, she knew only from the flickering fireworks that when he had finished smoking a cigarette and when he had lit a cigarette again.

The color of the tears flow more fierce.

I felt that the tears she shed this night were more than all the tears she had ever shed before.

It was two o'clock in the morning, Bugatti was still there, and the fireworks were there all the time.

The metaphor can't help it any more.

No backbone, no backbone.

She doesn't want backbone.

She's just a little woman.

She doesn't want much, as long as she has what she likes.

She seems to like Mo Jingyao now.

She wants to have him.

Even if not always together, as long as she thinks of him, he can accompany her for a while.

A minute is fine.

Yu se turns around and rushes out of the room, puts on his coat and carries his bag and rushes into the elevator and goes downstairs.