"Life is not like death unless Yu returns."
"How can a good jade be lost
Two in a row.
No more.
And just now the computer did ring twice.
Unless Yu Hui, or life is not like death. Looking at this sentence dully, the whole person is ignorant.
Lost jade, Mo Jingyao life is not like death?
However, she felt his body, except sleep is not good, some tired, the body has no other condition.
It's a thousand miles away from life as death.
No way.
Mo Jingyao could not have been better than dead.
"Is the picture good?" Yu se is looking at the trance, and suddenly comes a man's magnetic and pleasant voice.
Yu se wakes up with a start, and then, in a sudden, the startled and confused conditioned reflex buttons up the screen of the laptop computer, and then he looks up at Mo Jingyao.
Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.
After reciting "can't panic" for three times, she relaxed a little, and then her lips were slightly hooked, and she said with a light smile, "good looking is good-looking, but I have my opinion."
"Well, what's your opinion?" Mo Jingyao directly sat down next to Yu se. With a slight grasp of his long arm, he held the metaphor into his arms. At the same time, he opened the computer screen that was just buttoned on her leg.
"Why not have you? None of these photos have you. Mo Jingyao, you can put a picture of yourself or a group photo of us. It's not even half of them. " Figurative color toot mouth, murmur protest, at the same time in the heart has been hinting themselves, not to think about that sentence.
Mo Jingyao raised his knuckles and scraped his figurative face. "This is a screen saver. I look at myself. Do I want to tell myself that I am narcissistic?"
"Poof," the metaphor burst out laughing, "OK, you have a point."
"In fact, the screensaver can hold my photos, as well as our group photos."
"Let it go. I want to see it." Metaphor color a face flower crazy smile way.
Yes, at this moment, she is a face of narcissism.
She must not let Mo Jingyao see the storm in her heart at this moment.
Jade.
Life is better than death.
So close to Mo Jingyao, she once again felt his body, and then made a conclusion that the man's body is healthy.
Therefore, she more and more did not understand his computer just out of that sentence is what it means.
The more you don't understand, the more worried you are, the more you want to find out why.
I don't know who is talking to Mo Jingyao in the computer, so she can only start from Mo Jingyao.
"Yes, I'll do it right away." Then, Mo Jingyao loosened the metaphor and started to walk.
But his direction is It's her bedroom, "Mo Jingyao, what are you doing in my bedroom?"
"Put the picture."
"Your computer is here." The metaphor color points to the man's computer on his leg and is dizzy by him.
"Well, I said I'm not narcissistic, so naturally my photos won't be on my computer."
"You You must not touch my computer. " The reason why the man went to her room was to put his picture in her computer to make a screen saver.
But it's too late.
Mo Jingyao has entered her room. When she chases in, her computer has been turned on.
Then, he opened the browser on her computer, opened the mailbox, and in a flash photos were saved into her computer folder.
Then, it becomes a screen saver.
This time, as expected, all the photos were men's, and none of them was metaphorical.
"You You... " This operation is a little coquettish.
"When I want to be in a daze, I'll look at the screen saver."
You are too overbearing Domineering only let her see him.
"It's not domineering. To be fair, in return, when I'm free, I only look at you." Mo Jingyao's low smile is absolutely natural.
Figurative color speechless stare at him, "still overbearing."
The girl stood there petite and weak, a face of accusation, Mo Jing Yao Jun Yan suddenly close, hoarse voice: "if this is overbearing, you have not seen more overbearing, do you want to try?"
"No No more trying. " Yu se quickly shakes her head, otherwise, she will have a feeling that the man must be thinking Want to
Mo Jingyao immediately put down the computer of metaphorical color. Suddenly, with a slight pull, he pulled yuse and fell on her broken flower bed sheet. Then, he felt dizzy.
It's a metaphor for lack of oxygen.
Every time she did, she couldn't remember to breathe.
Even if Mo Jingyao had taught her to remind her, she was dizzy and couldn't remember to breathe.In a word, a pair of Shangmo Jingyao's demon like handsome Yan, she will not breathe.
So, every time to such a moment, is mo Jingyao reluctantly release her humiliation, "stupid."
"You You're stupid. " The metaphor is breathing with a big mouth.
"I don't breathe until now."
"Well, that's because you are the only man who has tried this. I don't have the chance to meet the opposite sex regularly and get the chance to practice. It's not my fault that I haven't practiced." He pinched Mo Jingyao directly.
"Well, you're not stupid." Mo Jingyao said in a hoarse voice, raising his hand and fingertips to gently move his metaphorical face.
"I'm not stupid again?" As for Mo Jingyao, he said that she was stupid and she was not stupid. The metaphor could not keep up with the man's brain circuit.
"Well, not stupid. I'm not allowed to practice with any other man except me, otherwise, you know." Mo Jingyao said, his eyes slowly moved down, and finally fell under the color of his stomach. His eyes were also slightly lost.
Yu SE's brain turned again and again, and it took a long time to respond, "what about you?" He doesn't allow her to look for a man, so he can't find a woman. Otherwise, it's unfair.
"No, you're the only one. I'll take you to practice. Well, I'll do it again now."
Yu se was listening carefully, but all of a sudden, he said that he would practice again. When she responded, Mo Jingyao had already put into action
Yu se closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes hit Mo Jingyao's cheek with slight itching.
"Breathe." This time, when the metaphor was lost again, the little face was touched, and at the same time, Mo Jingyao reminded him of it.
Figurative color this just changed a breath, and then listen to the man low dumb way: "only then good."
Listening to his voice, she looked at Mo Jingyao in a dazed way. This is the sequela that she must have after he plays with his relatives. After a long time in his mind, it takes half a day to recover.
However, she just woke up, and saw the man's lips fell down again.
The color of the flustered just want to push away Mo Jingyao, listen to the stomach do not strive for "Gulu" called.
Her small fist immediately waved to Mo Jingyao: "hungry."