Chapter 293

He turned his head subconsciously. When he saw Mo Jingyao, his heart sank, and then he turned back. He did not look at the man who came by.

It seems that it has not been so close to him for a long time.

Men's familiar breath diffuses between the nose, metaphor only feel that breathing is a little difficult.

I've been reading "Mo Jingyao, go away." I've read it three times, but the man still stands here, as if he didn't mean to leave.

Mei Yuqiu looked at metaphor, then at Mo Jingyao, "metaphor, you lied to me?"

"She didn't lie to you. She and I are friends. I said that."

"Jingyao, now you..." Mei Yuqiu stands up. Since Mo Jingyao appeared here, her eyes have never left metaphor. She is not blind. She can see clearly.

The way Mo Jingyao looks at metaphorical color should be the way she looks at Mo Jingyao.

Now when she saw it at such a close distance, she knew that she and Mo Jingyao could never be.

This man's eyes, only metaphor.

Then, the next second, you can see Mo Jing Yao's leaning over. In a flash, the metaphor is in his arms.

"Ah..." Yu se exclaimed, but when he looked up and saw that Mo Jingyao had picked her up, the whole person was stunned.

Then, Mo Jingyao bandits like holding metaphors go.

Only a few seconds out of a small corner door on one side.

When Mei Yuqiu chased him, he only saw Mo Jingyao's figure flash through the flowers, and there was no trace in a twinkling of an eye.

She suddenly turned back, the hall is still full of wine, clothes, temples and shadows of prosperity, no one noticed her sudden changes here.

Mei Yuqiu stands there in a daze. Time seems to have stopped. Mo Jingyao, without any taboo, robs Yu se directly in front of her.

Metaphor has always been confused.

The brain is blank.

Before waking up from the sudden accident, people were carried into Bugatti's car, "Lujiang, drive."

Mo Jingyao murmured, then pressed between his fingers, and the clapboard between the front and rear carriages rose.

Suddenly, it gives the metaphor a feeling of two people's world.

Breathing, more difficult, "Mo Jingyao, what do you want?" She finally came to her senses and looked up at the man's beautiful face. When she was so close, she found that his eyelashes were very long. The man's eyelashes were just like demons, which made her heart thump wildly.

It's a familiar feeling I haven't seen for a long time.

Bugatti has started and slowly drives away from the hotel parking lot.

Then, metaphor listen to the man's low dumb two words, "miss you."

Miss you.

Miss you.

The two words echoed in my mind for a long time, but the metaphorical color still looked at Mo Jingyao, "you You... "

said as like as two peas, she suddenly remembered what hand she had reached, and then went into Mo Jingyao's neckline, and quickly touched a jade hanging on his neck, which looked exactly like the jade in memory, but it was not the jade that she knew.

It felt different, and she remembered it.

She looked at the jade in her hand, more perplexed, "Mo Jingyao, tell me, what is the story of that jade?"

When she asked, Mo Jingyao suddenly bowed down, and Junyan was buried in her hair, rubbing her silky hair. It seemed that he was just feeling the smoothness of her hair, as if he wanted to deeply imprint her breath in memory.

He even felt the touch of his thin lips sliding through his hair, which made her heart tremble violently.

She should have pushed him away.

Because he pushed her away.

But when the hand falls down, it can't make any strength.

As if by the man that a handsome Yan cup confused like.

"Little color, what should I do?" The faint helpless voice is also the first time that metaphor feels Mo Jingyao's helplessness.

It was hard for her to imagine what else in the world Mo Jingyao could not solve.

He should not be able to deal with anything except his father, Merson.

Even those who tried to assassinate him, it is now difficult to get close to him, let alone find an opportunity to attack him.

Aftertaste of his helpless voice, metaphor color heart a pain, "tell me."

But her firmness, in exchange for the more silent man, but the strength of the hand increased, heavy as if to rub her into his body, no longer separate.

It was a strong feeling of fear of losing.

Yu SEU closed her eyes. She understood a little now. What he was afraid of must be related to her.

Therefore, when he may be "impulsive" to rob her of this moment, his heart is suffering.

He did not speak, she did not speak, he felt his heartbeat, enjoying this rare long lost moment.If she can, she hopes that this moment is a time when the world is left with him and her, and no one else can enjoy the warmth of the two world.

Mo Jingyao held her so tightly, and for a long time, when the metaphor was almost asleep, suddenly, the man's head moved away, and the sudden feeling of emptiness opened his eyes.

But she had not seen a face of Mo Jingyao, and his lips were printed.

Gently.

Gently.

That's the mark of the feather.

Just dye the man's breath, strong let her want to ignore also can not ignore.

Then it was a violent storm.

In the narrow carriage, she was left in the man's arms like water, and could not move again.

Outside the window, there are beautiful neon can not live to flash, driving the dream of this night.

Yu thought that she was willing to die in this carriage.

Until the oxygen is almost exhausted, Mo Jingyao slowly released the metaphor.

With the neon flashing outside the car, the handsome face of the man is clearly printed in his eyes, which makes the sense of biting the lips and pain.

It's very painful.

This moment is true.

It's all true.

Mojingyao is back.

Back to her.

Bugatti stopped.

It was parked in front of the gate of the grand hotel.

Mojingyao got off with Yu Se in his arms.

The girl's delicate face was hidden in his chest.

This time, Mo Jingyao even booked no room, and took her directly into the elevator.

Wait until the elevator "Ding" is closed.

Yu was thinking that he must take her to his exclusive presidential suite here.

"Mo Jing Yao, I don't like that room." There is a rumor on the Internet, and he has taken other women to it.

"No matter." But do not want, Mo Jing Yao bully no matter she likes or not, so I went upstairs.

Only when the man walked out of the elevator, Yu se found that this layer was familiar, as if not the top floor of the presidential suite.