Chapter 338

"It's not in public. It's the president's ladder." Mo Jingyao's temper is very good to explain, at the same time, has been in the metaphor color, not only the hand on the waist is not loose, but the strength is slightly tight.

It's closer to him.

"That won't work. Let go." Yu se feels that people in such an elevator have no sense of security. Although it seems that she and Mo Jingyao are the only two people, they feel that there are surveillance everywhere, as if there are countless pairs of eyes staring at her and Mo Jingyao.

The struggle of the little woman made Mo Jingyao's eyes more and more deep, and his strength gradually increased. "No one can see the monitoring in the special ladder except me." So, she doesn't have to be nervous.

"That's not good. I'll be angry if you don't let go." The metaphor said it seriously. At the same time, a pair of big eyes were full of warning.

Mo Jingyao suddenly thought of her picture of leaving him and leaving him without a word. Then he felt a little flustered. He was afraid that she would go away again, and his palm would be released immediately.

Yu se is satisfied with this. He pinches Mo Jingyao's back of his hand habitually and says, "you know how to look, hum."

The appearance of the little woman is absolutely the same as being coquettish. Mo Jingyao only felt his mind flutter. Then, he could not help but clasp the body of the metaphor again. With a gentle send, he came to a beautiful wall. He knocked the metaphor wall on the elevator wall. Without waiting for the metaphor to react, he started playing the game of kinship again.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't played such a game before he knows metaphor, so he became addicted from the first time she started eating meat on her. That addiction can attack anytime and anywhere when she encounters metaphor.

"Woo..." The metaphor was directly set on the elevator wall, shrouded in the tall figure of the man, unable to move at all.

Just as she looked in horror at this magnified handsome Yan, how could she not get rid of it, the man's lips in front of her, spoke very fast and whispered, "don't worry, except for my fingerprints, no one can enter the president's ladder."

Metaphor is still tense at first.

After all, it's in the elevator.

It's a real lift.

However, when the man's clear and confusing masculine breath is continuously input into her body, metaphor slowly closes her eyes.

The world, at this moment, only she and Mo Jingyao, no one else.

At this moment, my brain is blank. I just want to be bored with the beauty of men.

It's not her fault. She has Yan control. Once she receives Mo Jingyao's Yan, she can't even control herself.

As a result, Mingming, who had no self-control, vowed not long ago that Mo Jingyao would not be allowed to kiss her in public. As a result, the metaphor at this moment is that he can't help but climb up to Mo Jingyao's neck, and his whole body is hung on his body. His breath is so good that she sniffs it deeply and indulges in it and doesn't want to wake up.

The elevator goes straight from the top floor to the first floor.

And then, just stop there quietly.

Lu Jiang, who was waiting outside the president's special elevator, found it when the elevator went down from the top floor. He knew that Mo Jingyao and Yu Se were going downstairs at this time.

As a result, although the special ladder stopped, the two doors were tightly closed.

Lu Jiang rubbed his eyes. If he was not sure that he had just seen the elevator go down, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

Mo Jingyao, he is in it

Thinking of the trouble caused by Luo Wanyi's appearance before, Lu Jiang was stunned.

The self-control that Mo Jingyao had always been proud of seemed to disappear as long as he met the metaphor.

Now from the office to the elevator

As long as you imagine Mo Jingyao's tall figure and his metaphorical color in his arms, a big man in Lujiang feels his ears burning.

"Lute, what happened? The elevator is broken? Is there less ink in it It happened that the property patrol personnel of the group company passed by. Looking along Lujiang's line of sight, they could see the president's special ladder parked on the first floor.

Speaking of the last mention of Mo Jingyao, the voice of the property management staff suddenly raised several degrees. If Mo Jingyao was inside and the elevator broke down, it would be their dereliction of duty and failed to maintain the normal operation of the elevator. This is a fatal thing.

It doesn't matter which elevator goes wrong, only Mo Jingyao's special elevator for president can't make mistakes.

The high voice rushed into the metaphorical eardrum, and people suddenly woke up with a shudder, and instantly separated from Mo Jingyao.

Then, a pink punch hit Mo Jingyao's chest, "you are bad."

This time, although it was better than Luo Wanyi who was caught by Luo Wanyi in the office before, she was not seen, but the metaphor was still full of shame and indignation.

At this time, the brain has been turning, how can we stop Mo Jingyao from kissing her without dividing the field into one word.

This problem must be corrected.

Looking at the girl's shy face, the long finger of Mo Jing Yao gently raised her jaw, "well, if you say it's bad, it's bad.""Boom", metaphor brain is a blank again, she wants to find a seam to drill in.

She has no face.

Although she was forced to raise her face and be gazed at by a man, she did not dare to look at Mo Jingyao. Her eyelids drooped, and her eyes were all on Mo Jingyao's chest. It took a long time for her to recover her breath, "no more."

Mo Jingyao didn't make a sound. Instead, he dropped his palm and gently held the metaphor's hand. Then he held her hand with his fingers clasped and opened the door of the elevator.

The metaphor was a little flustered. Subconsciously, he took a step back and wanted to hide behind Mo Jingyao.

"What's the noise?"

Mo Jingyao's cold voice startled the property management personnel waiting outside. Seeing that Mo Jingyao came out safe and sound, he bowed his head respectfully and said, "Mr. Mo is good. We think there is something wrong with the elevator and disturb Mr. mo."

"Nothing." Mo Jingyao swept around, then, holding the figurative hand to his own Bugatti Weihang.

No one dares to look at it.

At this time, I really want to find a crack to drill in, ah ah.

Fortunately, the exclusive parking space for Mo Jingyao's president is next to the elevator. It's only a few steps away.

Mo Jingyao opened the door for the metaphor himself, and then he went around to the other side and sat in the car.

Finally, Lu Jiang is absolutely incomparably compassionate. He takes a look at the poor property management personnel and really worries about the property management personnel who just spoke.

I don't know if Mo Shao will deal with the bad scenery of the animal husbandry personnel.

Speaking too fast, it is definitely a good thing to disturb Mo Shao and Miss Yu.

"Not yet?" But the property manager didn't know that he had made a mistake. He didn't even think that he might be fired at all. He was still standing there to send Mo Jingyao away