Chapter 369

As a result, Yu se just turned around and was pulled by Mo Jingyao by the corner of his coat. "After drinking, change lemonade." He doesn't think it's hard to drink. It's cooked by himself. It's delicious.

"No, you wait. I'll change your lemonade right away." Metaphor means that he refuses to return the coffee cup to Mo Jingyao. It's too hard to drink.

Soon went to clean the cup, changed a glass of lemonade, Mo Jingyao helplessly shook his head, "better than the first time I cooked, drink much more."

Yu se opened his eyes and said, "did you drink all that time?"

Mo Jing Yao thin lips slightly hook, seems to be hesitant for a while, this just light voice way: "not I drink."

"Who drank it?" I don't know why, after listening to Mo Jingyao's sentence, the color of the heart suddenly raised to the throat, feeling flustered.

"A friend." Mo Jingyao light, "come on, lemonade for me."

If you want to avoid Mo Jing's hand, you can't be frank

The sixth sense of feeling, so, this feeling, so directly asked.

Mo Jingyao looked up at the metaphor color, the eye color has already been bright, "vinegar?"

"You're just jealous. I'm just curious. My first coffee show is for you. Who did you give it to? Don't lie, or you'll never see me again. " He said it with fierce anger.

"Eh, so cruel?" Mo Jingyao and Yan Weishen seem to dislike the punishment of metaphor.

"You just have to be frank. Come on, are you a girlfriend?" Yu SE's eyes have been fixed on Mo Jingyao. If he doesn't speak for a minute, she will not let him go.

"Women's friends are just Sheng Jinmo."

Listening to the man finish, Yu se curled his mouth and said, "Er, my first show is for you. Why don't you give it to me? Mo Jingyao, you bully me. "

Sitting on the bed, the more you look at Mo Jing Yao, the more wheezing he is.

Mo Jingyao took lemonade in one hand, and suddenly stretched out his hand to draw the metaphor. He let her lie down on his leg, with her head resting on his arm. At the same time, the water cup was naturally placed on the bedside table, "since I have said I bullied you, how can I bear the false name of bullying you..."

Before the end of this sentence, Mo Jingyao takes over the figurative lips and kisses them gently and gently.

Don't want to let go.

The brain of metaphor is blank.

Yao Jing pushed her away.

But the hand just wants to push to his body, suddenly remembers at this moment he really can't help her to refuse.

He has injuries.

So, push can not push, struggle can not struggle, metaphor for a moment embarrassed can only let men "bully" her.

He really wants to sit on her evaluation.

This one kiss, there will be no end.

Slightly bitter taste, even if he had been drinking her coffee for a while, still could not cover up the bitter taste.

Feel the pain, metaphor no longer struggle.

He suffered, she accompanied him to suffer together.

It's her fault. When she cooked the coffee, she gave it to him, even though she didn't taste it.

Gently respond, a blush on the small face.

Now, at last, she can breathe.

When she was kissing, she thought she had made a little progress.

In this way, I don't know how long he was bullied. Mo Jingyao slowly released the metaphor.

Then, he leaned on the pillow and looked down at his arms. He didn't dare to look at his girl. He couldn't move his sight for a long time.

Yu se closed his eyes.

Because she didn't dare to look at Mo Jingyao's eyes.

He looked at her as if she had no clothes on, and she was in front of him, completely helpless.

"At 8:6 a.m. on the 16th, Bo Yu opened business, and you presided over it, eh?"

Yu se "Teng" once sat up, "Mo Jing Yao, I did not promise you to accept the clinic."

"The land is very expensive. Is it too wasteful to be empty?" Mo Jingyao said with a low smile.

"I built it without asking, Mo Jingyao. I never promised you." In such a large clinic, metaphor feels that she is under pressure.

"It's not too late to promise now, dear." The finger belly falls on the figurative color of the lip, gently with the Mosuo, the girl's pretty face is more and more charming and moving.

Yes, Mo Jingyao thought of the word "charming" when he looked at his small face.

The little woman really needs to be trained.

Although only two months, but, the little woman has quietly grown up.

"No

Then, when Mo Jingyao was immersed in the girl's delicate face, he heard this sentence.

Yu se is telling Mo Jingyao that she doesn't want his clinic.

However, in Mo Jingyao's ears, it is clear that it is a kind of coquetry, a kind of amorous feelings that want to welcome or refuse, and can't help but bow down.

But this time, Yu se directly pushed his face away. "Mo Jingyao, you are hurt. If you want to feel bad, you can continue."She knew the consequences of his kiss.

It's that you can't help yourself.

But in the past, he could continue to bully her, but now he can't.

He needs rest.

It takes at least three days to be able to move freely.

It still can't move freely in a large extent, but it has been very fast. It will take at least 10 days and a half months for ordinary people to act automatically without her acupuncture.

"Little color, you I... " Mo Jingyao didn't have much at first. As a result, when he was said by metaphor, he only felt a stream of evil fire from his body. At this time, he didn't want to let go of metaphor.

But he can't move freely, so if he really wants to, unless the metaphor takes the initiative.

"Mo Jingyao, don't even think about it. I'm going to make coffee." The hand leans on the bed sheet, metaphor color in the end or earned a man's arms, and waved his hand with a smile, "don't miss me too much."

Mo Jingyao looked at the girl's smile and wanted to pull her back directly. But he knew that her face was thin and she would not take the initiative.

Until Yu se walks out of the room, Mo Jingyao's face is still unwilling.

He must get better soon.

When the metaphor comes out, the face is still hot.

Efforts to dispel the heart of the sudden crazy jump, this is the beginning of another coffee brewing experience.

This time, it was successful.

This time, she tasted it herself and handed it to Mo Jingyao.

"Well, progress is very fast, this time it's a success." Mo Jingyao took a shallow drink and couldn't help admiring it.

"Hehe, I won't cook any more." The second time she cooked, she finally found the reason for the first time. Naturally, she had to put an end to it.

With that, the girl yawned.

I got up too early in the morning, and then there was an explosion on the Xinjiang bridge. Now I'm really sleepy.

Mo Jingyao clapped his side, "come here."

"What are you doing?" Yu se went around to the other side of the bed and climbed to the bed.