Chapter 370

The bed in Mo Jingyao's room is one size larger than her bed, not to mention sleeping alone. It's OK to sleep three or five. It's very spacious.

"Sleep. I'll sleep with you."

This sentence makes Yu SE's heart sweet.

Yu se closed his eyes.

Then, smelling the man's breath, he fell asleep, sleeping beside the man, quietly.

The room was filled with the aroma of coffee. Mo Jingyao sipped and tapped the keyboard. At the same time, he took a look at the cat like girl around him from time to time.

It turns out that the years are quiet, but it's just that she can be by his side.

As long as she is by his side, even the mid mountain villa has lost its color.

He only likes her here.

When you wake up, it's already sunset.

Looking at the sunset outside the window, Yu se jumped up directly, "Mo Jingyao, why don't you wake me up? I haven't gone shopping yet Food is the most important thing for the people, and dinner is about to be cooked.

"It's here."

"What's here?" Yu se got out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash her face.

"Ingredients."

"I'll go and have a look." Although she didn't have to buy vegetables, she wanted to know what ingredients Mo Jingyao had sent people.

She was stunned when she opened the refrigerator.

Also suddenly remembered this man's previous commitment, at that time, because her hand cut a small hole, he said he would not allow her to wash vegetables and cut vegetables.

Sure enough, all the food that he sent over was washed, cut and prepared, and all of which she loved to eat.

Looking at these good-looking ingredients, Yu se Dun began to cook dinner full of blood.

Zhu Xu didn't come back.

She had a feeling of being in the world with Mo Jingyao.

After the four dishes and one soup were cooked, the metaphor went directly into Mo Jingyao's room, put away the computer on the small table, and moved the restaurant to his room and ate together.

"Mo Jingyao, can you really not go home like this?" Looking at the food that I cooked, although it was not bad, it was a lot worse than the chef of Mohist school. Then, when I think of Mohist school, I think of Luo Wanyi.

Luo Wanyi didn't like her, she knew.

Therefore, if Luo Wanyi knew that he had been with her all the time, she might have rushed to take Mo Jingyao away. This is absolutely possible.

"Nothing." Mo Jingyao ate slowly and slowly, eating with relish, as if the color of cooking how delicious.

"Mo Jingyao, if you don't think I'm cooking to your taste, I'll ask Mrs. Zhan to cook it tomorrow."

"To my taste, it's delicious." The man said, and another piece of fish stomach in the mouth, afraid that she would really bring Mrs. Zhan back.

Yu se laughed, "Mo Jing Yao, you are so good."

Mo Jingyao gave a low smile. It was because she cooked the food. Naturally, he ate more.

After dinner, Yu se cleaned up the kitchen, picked up the mobile phone and began to play yesterday's monitoring intrusion. This is really fun.

Thinking that Mo Jingyao is an expert in this field, Yu se can't help but ask, "Mo Jingyao, when do you think I can reach your level?"

Mo Jingyao's speed of getting rid of her hand was too fast, which made her feel envious, and she was so jealous.

Even if she could have half of him now, she would be satisfied, but it felt that she was less than one tenth.

"If you were by my side every day, well, three months."

"My God, will it take that long?" I don't have confidence when I talk to you.

"If not by my side, half a year, even a year."

"But I'm going to start school. You can't accompany me to school." The metaphor sighed.

"It's good to arrive at any time."

This is just like a human saying, otherwise, she would really be anxious.

As he talked, he conquered the surveillance of a commercial supermarket.

Metaphor has become more and more interesting and exciting.

Two people, such a play monitoring, a work, quiet space, the time passed quickly.

In any case, metaphor is fast.

However, it was already 23 o'clock in the night, Yu se directly refused to play, "Mo Jingyao, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Good night." He can't sleep until she sleeps. He has to ensure sleep, otherwise, she is more worried about him.

"I'll take a shower, too. You come."

"What do you say?" Yu se turns his head and stares at Mo Jingyao and asks her to shower him. It seems that it is not good.

She didn't do that.

"Give me a shower."

"You Can you shower yourself? " At this moment, Yu SE's brain has been turning, all thinking about how to refuse Mo Jingyao.

Once upon a time, when he gave her a shower, she was very shy every time.

It would be more embarrassing if she gave it to him.Some places don't say it's a starting point. Even if you look at it, you will blush and your heart will beat faster.

"It's you who said that I want to be quiet and not move around. It's not my own request."

“……” Yu se wants to break her head. She is really stupid. She dug a hole for herself

"You can't sleep without washing."

The metaphor bit the lip, then bit the lip, and then drooped down the cerebellar pouch melon, as if to do a wrong child, "but I will not."

"It's OK. It doesn't matter if it's OK." Mo Jingyao refused to let go of metaphor.

Yu se thinks of this man's obsession with cleanliness. He's right. If he doesn't bathe, he won't have to sleep.

Then, it is thought of the four words: life is not like death.

She really can't feel where Mo Jingyao is sick.

So, I was worried that he would suddenly disappear from the world.

Even if his people are in front of her, she is still easy to worry about gains and losses.

"I'll help you up. Slow down." Finally, when he thought of the four words, metaphor compromised.

Then, all of a sudden, the mood was bad.

Help him into the bathroom, Mo Jingyao very obedient standing under the flowers.

He hurt his ribs, so it's OK to stand still and shower like this.

The metaphor is tense.

She dug another hole for herself.

Then, he jumped in without hesitation.

The fingers untied the man's buttons, and his nervous hands trembled.

She really took it.

Why does Mo Jingyao wash her naturally every time?

And why does she feel flustered every time?

I really want to find a crack to drill in, but no one will take care of Mo Jingyao.

It was not until Mo Jingyao had the last small piece left on him that Yu se breathed a sigh of relief and pressed the switch of the shower as soon as he reached out.

"One more..." Mo Jingyao just wanted to protest, but there was still a small piece left on him.

Yu se knocked off his hand and looked askance at his face. In a small voice, he said with shame and embarrassment: "it has been moistened by water. It's ok if you rush yourself. I'll wait for you outside."