Chapter 332

She didn't expect this man to be so hot.

Well, it means that his taste buds have really been cured.

Otherwise, he can't even feel the spicy feeling.

She was laughing there and could not stand, but Mo Jingyao was looking at the girl with a face of muddle.

I have no idea what she's laughing at.

Until he saw that Yu SE's smile was going to be out of breath, he took a sip of ice water in a hurry. Then he put down the water cup and walked over, holding her waist with his big palm. "Xiaose, what are you laughing at?"

Yu se still can't help laughing, laughing tears will come out, "spicy into this look, how also eat up?" She really put him down.

It's so hot that you have to drink ice water to reduce the pain. How hot is it.

She couldn't feel his feelings, because although she felt a little spicy when she just ate, she didn't feel so spicy that she needed to drink ice water.

Mo Jingyao then reflected what she was laughing at. Jun Yan was slightly sulky. Then, with a clasp of the hand that had fallen on Yu SE's waist, he drew close to him. Then, before her small mouth was blocked, he only heard a vague sentence, "hot together."

The breath in the mouth is the familiar, clear and pleasant smell of a man alone.

As for the spicy meaning, the metaphor really can't feel it.

She didn't feel much when she chose to eat congjiao. What's more, Mo Jingyao felt hot, but she was not.

It's just that. I can't laugh anymore.

Until the body fell on the soft sofa, until the world only left in front of the man, figurative color found at this moment the painting style is not right.

This is in Mo Jingyao's office.

However, she could not push him away.

A storm like kiss, the metaphor of kiss has long forgotten the reason for being kissed.

Forget the joke, Mo Jingyao was spicy drink ice water.

Can only be forced to bear his overbearing kiss.

Fortunately, she can breathe now.

Under the guidance of Mo Jingyao, it will be changed.

But in the office by him pressed kiss, how to have a kind of not down-to-earth feeling.

Just that kind of not down-to-earth completely by the man's strong and overbearing down.

In the quiet office, only Mo Jingyao.

She felt nothing but him.

"Bang", the first is the sound of the door hitting the wall, and then the voice of the woman's exasperation, "metaphor, in the office in broad daylight, what are you doing?"

The color of the metaphor was startled, and the people had already curled up into a ball.

Although, the cause of the matter was definitely done by Mo Jingyao.

And she was forced.

But Luo Wanyi bumped in like this, she really could not say anything clearly.

It's like she came to his office to hook up with him.

But she didn't.

She just wants to care about Mo Jingyao, and she doesn't want him to bear any "life is not like death" moment.

But up to now, the truth has not been found out.

Instead, she was hit by Luo Wanyi.

The man has already got up, the tall figure directly blocks in front of the figurative color's body, and calmly looks at Luo Wanyi who is facing her, "Mom, it's not about the small color. I can't help it. You go out first."

"None of her business? What does she come to the company during your working hours? Are you going to tell me she's here to work

"Mom, she's here to deliver lunch. She's right."

"Well, does that have anything to do with delivering lunch?" Luo Wanyi pressed forward step by step, step by step to Mo Jingyao and metaphor.

Mo Jingyao's face became gloomy, and his voice became colder. "Mother, don't forget that you begged metaphor to save me. When I was unconscious, I had done everything I should have done. Today, it's none of the business of small color, you go out first."

From mother to mother, the two names are obviously alienated.

Luo Wanyi's body trembled, "Jingyao, what do you call me?" Mo Jingyao always called her mother, but now she changed her name to her mother. Luo Wanyi couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

"I never care about Liao because you are my mother and my father has too many peach blossoms. Therefore, I am unmarried and unmarried. It is normal for me and her to be married." This sentence, Mo Jingyao's voice is very low.

Low, only close to his luowanyi and behind the metaphor can be heard.

He was always his own mother.

So he didn't want what he said to float out of the open door and fall into other people's eardrums.

As expected, Luo Wanyi's face turned pale when he finished this sentence.

"You You... "

This sentence of Mo Jingyao made her feel ashamed.

Yu se has already stood up, but still stands behind Mo Jingyao. Although it is all Mo Jingyao's fault, she just seems not to hate his relatives.Standing there like a child who has done something wrong, she has been swearing that he will come back to Mo Jingyao's office again. If he dares to make a fool of her again, she will ignore him.

In fact, Luo Wanyi is right to blame.

This is the office. It really shouldn't be

Small hand pulled Mo Jingyao's sleeve and said, "we are not good."

He'll stop talking too much.

Yes, she did.

She didn't want to make a rift between them because of her.

No, Mo Jingyao pulled his sleeve hand by metaphorical color, and quietly grasped her, still tightly. She could not escape and continued to look at Luo Wanyi. "Mother, are you working?"

"No No

"Since not, please go back."

"Jingyao..." Mo Jingyao's word for word "mother" has already confused Luo Wanyi's heart.

She thought what she had done was very secret, but she didn't want to. Mo Jingyao knew all about it.

It's just, never said it.

So that she always thought she had not been found.

It is only at this moment that she reacts that her son has never let her down from childhood to adulthood.

No matter big or small, he can never escape his eyes.

She was careless.

"Mother, if nothing else, go back to your office." Mo Jingyao urged again.

"Jingyao, I hope that when you are in the company, you should put your work first, and don't be disturbed by irrelevant people." After thinking about the wording, Luo Wanyi still glanced at the metaphor coldly in her eyes.

"Shall I send you some pictures?" Then, Luo Wanyi's cold glance at the metaphorical color in her eyes immediately angered Mo Jingyao.

Metaphor is his life.

Nobody can move.

At this time, Luo Wanyi dared to look at the metaphor like that in front of him, so when he was not in front of him, he would be even colder.

"You..." Luo Wanyi's face turned whiter.

What does Mo Jingyao mean by photos? She knows them all.

"OK, you grow up, your wings are hard, I can't control you any more."

"Mother, you can take care of what you should, but you shouldn't He was unmarried with the man and the unmarried woman. Luo Wanyi should not be in charge of their affairs.