Chapter 330

Yu color blushes, Meng Hanzhou said she was embarrassed to bar back.

After all, there's a lot of people out there in the office.

"Do you want me to kick you out if you don't leave yet?" I don't want to. Mo Jingyao recognized it directly.

To recognize him is to despise friends.

Yu SE's face became more red, and her little face was feverish. She pulled Mo Jingyao's sleeve and said, "don't talk nonsense."

"No nonsense." Mo Jingyao is a straight man of iron and steel, so he said, he really didn't talk nonsense, he is now heavy metaphor light Meng Hanzhou.

In his eyes, metaphor is the first thing in his heart, and no one can surpass it.

"Don't No more. " Yuse wants to find a crack in the ground.

Because the volume of Mo Jingyao's voice is not particularly high, but it is not low. I believe that Meng Hanzhou and the Secretary of the outside world absolutely heard him.

"Well, if you don't want to talk about it, don't say it. Meng Hanzhou, you can go now. Remember to take the door with you. Thank you." Mo Jingyao once again impolitely chased the guests. The more he looked at menghanzhou, the more he was not satisfied with his eyes.

He despised the fact that he had not yet realized that the lamp had been in such a long time.

Meng Hanzhou remembered that he had gained one-third of the ownership of the island in this moment, and his eyebrows and eyes were bent. "Well, four brothers and four sisters-in-law, I won't disturb your little couple to have lunch together. I'll go first and see you another day." With that, he waved his fist, which meant that he was warning Mo Jingyao not to forget about the fight. He wanted to fight with Mo Jingyao.

"Goodbye." In order to let menghanzhou speed out of his sight, Mo Jingyao patiently responded to Meng Hanzhou.

Meng Hanzhou walked out of Mo Jingyao's office. Then, thinking of the third of the island he had just got, he closed the door of the office with absolute friendliness.

Suddenly, inside and outside the door, two worlds.

"Mo Jingyao, you haven't arrived at the end of work. Am I a little more formal?" Along the way, people have been staring at me all the time. The metaphor is that I have a kind of hairy feeling up to now.

"No, it's all right when you arrive." Mo Jingyao gave a low smile. He had already left a lot of documents on his desk. He didn't want to pay any attention to it. He only looked at the little woman in front of him at this moment.

When she got to her side and sat on the sofa, she opened the food box. "Then you can eat while it's hot. I made it myself. If it's not as good as your chef and sister-in-law, you can make it." Yu se said, then filled a bowl of rice and handed it to Mo Jingyao.

After the rice was filled, she went to serve the soup. Anyway, she brought four bowls, enough for two people's rice and soup.

Don't want to, she just picked up the spoon, was stopped by a man's hand, "soup does not need to be separately Sheng, drink together."

"Boom" for a while, metaphor color only felt that the root of her ears was red, and her body trembled slightly, "you You're not a purist. I'd better separate them. " How can I feel that drinking soup with him is like indirect kissing.

Her spoon falls into the bowl, and his spoon falls into the same bowl.

"Who said I was a cleanliness freak? I don't have one. " Mo Jingyao's face is not red and his heart is not jumping.

Yu se stood there staring at the man. Didn't he blush when he said this? She clearly remembers that he wanted to break up with her for the sake of acting that night. He allowed Yu Mo to take his arm. As a result, the suit was damaged. In a flash, more than 100000 high set suits became rags and were lost.

Then, the man also specially ordered a room to shower and wash for a long time.

Isn't that a cleanliness freak?

If he had not been a purist, he would have been able to eliminate the disease from then on.

No one is more serious than his cleanliness.

So if he is not, others are not.

"Sit down and eat." Mo Jingyao felt uncomfortable for the first time when he was staring at himself.

Only then did he come back to his mind, "let's divide it." She still thought it would be better to divide them into two bowls.

This time, Mo Jingyao directly hit her hand with chopsticks. "I've already kissed you. How many times have I eaten my saliva? Can you be more serious than kissing you with a soup?"

The metaphor became silent.

Yes.

She couldn't tell him.

He has a point.

It makes a lot of sense.

He sat down in silence, took up his job and began to eat.

In this way, to cover up some of their own embarrassment.

Otherwise, her mind was full of pictures of him kissing her.

When he kisses, sometimes he can kiss directly for more than ten minutes without loosening.

But she couldn't earn him every time.

"Why don't you talk?" The girl only eats but doesn't speak. Mo Jingyao, who always likes to be quiet, feels that the office is too cold at this moment.

"No The color metaphor uses the concise Mo Jing Yao style.

"Why?" Mo Jingyao put down the bowl and chopsticks, holding his small face in both hands, and turning slightly, she was forced to face his four eyes.The girl's face red, as if jelly like, let him no longer move the line of sight.

"You are bad."

"What's wrong?" Mo Jingyao laughingly looks at the metaphorical eyes, and for the first time finds that the little girl looks cute.

"It's bad everywhere, from head to toe, from inside to outside. It's terrible." It's like biting one's teeth.

"Then you sent me Bento yourself. Well, is it true that men are not bad and women don't love them? Don't I have to work harder to be as bad as I can be? "

"Dare you Yu se stretched out his hand and twisted it on the back of Mo Jingyao's hand.

"No, you don't give bentos." Mo Jingyao suddenly found that teasing a little woman was a very interesting thing.

This is definitely the latest discovery.

And finally understand what is interest.

Well, that's taste.

"Shut up, or you won't give it away tomorrow."

"Well, shut up."

Then, Mo Jingyao really did not speak, nor did he eat. He sat quietly and looked at Yu se.

I can't eat it.

No woman can eat and eat without being watched by a man.

Anyway, metaphor is really not enough.

"Mo Jingyao, you have to eat quickly."

Mo Jingyao still looked at Yu se quietly, without talking or eating.

Yu se got angry and turned his head and glared at him, "why don't you eat it?"

"You shut me up. How can I eat?"

“……” Yu se rolled his eyes and pinched Mo Jingyao, "you are not serious when you should be serious, but you should be serious when you should not be serious. Eat quickly."

"Good, I'm good." Mo Jingyao finished and ate with Yu se.

He said "I'm good" and almost laughed.

However, they all feel that "I am good" does not match the overall image of Mo Jingyao.

It's not a match.

The painting style is also wrong.

But when I look at the man quietly, I feel that his "I'm good" is a special match for him.

It was as if the two words were meant to come out of his mouth.