Chapter 324

She is really hungry. She only ate breakfast all day. Lunch seems to have to be combined with dinner now, so it is normal for her to be hungry.

It's not normal not to be hungry.

"OK, eat first, then..." Mo Jingyao said, his eyes light and secluded past the figurative lips.

Yu se pushes Mo Jingyao away and runs away.

On the dining table, already laid out four dishes and one soup, very rich.

When she picked up the chopsticks, she saw the man sitting beside her quietly.

Feel his close, and then look at the dishes on the table, suddenly there is a feeling of living with him.

As if this was their home.

But when eating a mouthful of food, she remembered the sentence she had seen before, and suddenly she was not good.

She would like to ask Mo Jingyao what that sentence means, but as long as a pair of his face, she can not ask.

Life is better than death.

If he lost the jade, he would be worse than dead, and he would not tell her.

"Eat meat." Mo Jingyao took a piece of stewed pork and fed it to Yu SE's lips.

Yuse slowly eating, fragrant, "delicious."

"Eat more if you like." Mo Jingyao took another piece of meat for her.

Then he went to fill two bowls of soup, one for her and one for himself.

The atmosphere in the meal gaze reminds the metaphor of the word "two people's world".

However, even if the scene at this moment is absolutely sweet, she is not in a good mood.

Because, the brain is all lingering those four words, life is not like death.

Until dinner, the metaphor was still distracted.

Mo Jingyao began to clean up the dishes.

Yu SE's hand was hurt, so the dishwashing came to him again.

"Mo Jingyao, my godfather specially bought a super large dishwasher. Even the pot can be cleaned inside. Let's also buy a dishwasher." When I think of the pleasure of washing dishes with Sumu River, I think that the most comfortable life in the world is Sumu River and Jin Chengguo.

"OK, buy it." He decided to buy the best and most advanced one.

Mo Jingyao is cleaning up the kitchen. Yu se continues to sit on the sofa in a daze.

There are still four words in my mind.

She is worried about Mo Jingyao.

I'm worried.

But it was no use worrying. She couldn't figure out what was going on.

Just want to be distracted, the body suddenly emptied, people were held up.

When she reacts, Mo Jingyao has already carried her into the bathroom.

"Mo Jingyao, I can do it. You go out."

"Hurt your hand. I'll do it." However, Mo Jingyao would never go out.

Take a glove that had been prepared early and put it on the figurative hand, and the position of the wrist is still entangled and entangled.

Mo Jingyao, who knows the metaphor of medical skills very well, will be frightened by this wave of operation of Mo Jingyao. Obviously, it is a small gap that can't be smaller, but now he is making a mountain out of a molehill.

When the water from the nozzle fell, the color closed his eyes.

She knew that nothing could escape.

No escape.

Let Mo Jingyao wash it.

There were only those four words in her mind.

Life is better than death.

It wasn't until she was carried into the bedroom by a man with a bath towel that she remembered that she had something to do tonight. "Mo Jingyao, don't work tonight, go to bed now, OK?"

"Good." When he heard the word "sleep", Mo Jingyao's eyes became dark, and then he was stabbed to the side of the metaphor.

Yu se just got up and crossed Mo Jing Yao to his side of the bed. Then he sat on the edge of the bed. "Close your eyes, I'll give you a massage, and I'll go to sleep soon."

"Good." Mo Jing Yao is as good as a child, holding the figurative hand and falling on his forehead.

He closed his eyes, a handsome face quietly fell in the eyes of metaphor color, quiet and beautiful.

Just like the man I saw for the first time in my memory.

But now the man, is no longer that drowning, can die at any time Mo Jingyao.

The metaphor finger tip falls on Mo Jingyao's temple and presses it gently.

It's as light as possible.

It was as if there were feathers sliding through Mo Jingyao's heart.

Feeling the soft fingers, Mo Jingyao thought that he would not be able to sleep because he had been massaged by a psychologist, but it was useless. The more he massaged, the more sober he was.

He just waited for the metaphor massage to get tired, and he directly continued the unfinished activities

Want to continue.

Otherwise, the brain is full of girls blowing can break the skin, want to always touch on the fingertips, do not separate.

However, this is just Mo Jingyao's own idea.As a result, Mo Jingyao fell asleep.

Sleeping men, it seems particularly harmless.

Yu se Chang breathed a sigh of relief, then turned off the lamp and nestled in Mo Jingyao's arms.

Yu se is asleep.

Just want to sleep with him, let him sleep well.

Otherwise, as long as she thinks of the four words "life is not like death" seen in his computer, she will not help worrying.

I don't know what that means, so I want to sleep with Mo Jingyao.

Let him have a good sleep.

The night is as quiet as water.

Sleep the night, passed the special fast.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, the sky is bright.

Wake up, full of energy.

It's just that there is mo Jingyao on the bed.

He woke up long ago.

Because, she smelled the aroma of breakfast.

He rushed out in his pajamas. Sure enough, the man was making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Mo Jingyao, how about going to bed late?" Metaphor ran over and felt the man's body.

Since last night, she has secretly vowed to take care of his sleep.

She didn't believe in evil. She said that life was better than death, and she could roll as far as she could.

"Well, sleep quality hasn't been as good for a long time." Mo Jingyao told the truth, and raised his eyes to see the metaphor. "However, it's hard to have such a good sleep."

His glance was absolutely meaningful.

"I'll give you a massage every night to ensure that you can get enough sleep every day. Just, can you give up your work?"

"Just massage doesn't seem to be enough." Mo Jingyao's lip angle is slightly hook to see the color.

Yu se waved his fist and said, "you want me to sleep with me, don't you?"

However, after asking, she wanted to bite off her tongue, so she asked in the past, which was really not reserved. Why can't she be a lady.

"It's ok if I don't accompany. I just can't sleep well. I've been used to it for a long time."

"Mo Jingyao, you are threatening me."

"No Mo Jingyao firmly refused to admit it and insisted on his high cold model.

Yu se couldn't help it. He immediately raised his feet and picked up Mo Jingyao's ear. "It's clearly threatening me."

"Well, don't threaten you. You're free."

As a result, Mo Jingyao gave the result, but the metaphor was a little confused.

He threatened not to threaten her. She was going to sleep with him.