Chapter 371

With that, she turned and ran.

Mo Jingyao looked at the girl's side face like a cooked prawn, but he said with a smile: "I have always served you. It's not fair for you to serve me once?"

Metaphorical color absolutely did not hear like covering his face and rushed out of the shower, she did not want to serve him.

Turn on the tap in the public bathroom next door, but this time it's cold water.

She felt the need to sober herself up.

Otherwise, the whole brain is full of men standing under the flowers, handsome and straight, make her heart beat.

The metaphor is to linger as much as you want. Sure enough, when she went out, Mo Jingyao had already come out.

And then, there was only the last little piece left.

Because it was wet, it was all pasted on his body, which outlined his body which was very eye-catching and even more eye-catching

"You Put on your clothes Cover your face with color.

No matter how many times we have seen each other, we still can't stop her blushing and heart beating.

"Take it off, or the sheets will get wet." Mo Jingyao said, looking down at the only piece of cloth left on his body.

"Bang", Yu se turns around and wants to run. However, she is not as fast as Mo Jingyao. He reaches out and pulls her, and she is taken to the cool front of the man, "sleep here."

"I have a room."

"I can't sleep well without you."

Therefore, Mo Jingyao just said this sentence and died of metaphor.

Well, in order to let him live a few more years, she sacrificed herself to sleep with him.

The color directly turned off the light.

Otherwise, she felt as if she were going to explode.

The light went out, the room was dark, and she had the courage to sleep with him.

The injured man was very good, and did not actively provoke her.

The moment I close my eyes, I think the years will be just her and him.

But wake up, there is always such and that inevitable.

The metaphor is awakened by the doorbell.

She just want to get out of bed to open the door, was mo Jing Yao pull back, "I go."

"Your injury..."

"No problem."

Yu se looks at her pajamas and doesn't know who this point is, so she still rushes back to her room and lies down as fast as possible.

No matter who came, she was embarrassed in Mo Jingyao's room.

The open door.

The movement outside the room was clearly audible.

"Jingyao, are you going to never go home again?"

When hearing Luo Wanyi's angry voice, she pulled the quilt and covered her face.

Fortunately, it was mo Jingyao who opened the door. Otherwise, it seemed that she could not face such a Luo Wanyi

Last night, she told him that it was not good for him not to go home all the time. As a result, Luo Wanyi came to him early this morning.

"In a few days." Mo Jingyao stood in front of the door and didn't mean to ask Luo wan to come in.

Mother and son, now one in the door, the other outside, the air showed a stagnant feeling.

"In a few days, how many days?"

"Three or four days."

"Jingyao, did you pay for the apartment here?"

"Yes."

"Then why is the name of metaphor written on the room book? And her name is written in both apartments. Mo Jingyao, you are very generous. "

The metaphor in the room was completely shocked when hearing this.

So this apartment is hers now?

Thanks to her, she still wanted to pay the rent to Mo Jingyao.

As a result, now it seems that he didn't just want the rent, but also gave her the house

Even the one downstairs.

"Mother, if it had not been metaphor, you would not only have no son, but also no Mohist group."

"Jingyao, you can't make a promise because Yu se saved you in the first place? You are a man. You don't have to sell yourself to Yu Se in order to repay your kindness. " As soon as Luo Wanyi heard Mo Jingyao standing in line, she was not angry.

"I'd like to sell it, but Xiaose is a clean girl, she doesn't agree."

"Would she be so kind? Don't think I don't know. You're hurt because you're with her. " Luo Wanyi wanted to go in, but Mo Jingyao didn't get out of the way. She couldn't push the son away.

This is the second time that mother and son have met since they quarreled in the office that day.

"Mother, you are wrong. It is she who accompanies me, not me. Besides, since you know that I am injured, don't you think that I will recover faster if I stay here than when I go back to the villa?"

Luo Wanyi took a look at the door of the metaphor room. "So, you are determined not to go home?"

"Yes."

The quilt in Yu SE's hand is pulled higher and higher, and the high one has exposed his feet.However, she can't get rid of her voice in the world.

Every word Luo Wanyi said was not bad at all and was sent to her ears.

The less I want to hear it, the more I get into her eardrum.

It's something that makes metaphor helpless.

"Metaphor, you come out, you get out." Luo Wanyi, unable to persuade Mo Jingyao, simply roared at the metaphor.

The metaphor should not be heard.

She doesn't want to go out and be humiliated by luowanyi.

Another woman, she can make a lot of noise.

However, this woman is Luo Yaoyi and Mo Jingyao's mother. Therefore, the fool will send himself to the muzzle of others.

"Mother, what did I say to you last time? Have you forgotten so soon?"

Luo Wanyi's face turned white, "you wait, as long as I live one day, she can't enter our door."

"Well, I'll stay here with her. I'll never enter the house you think I'll be." Mo Jingyao was still light and cold, and then closed the door with a bang.

She shut Luo Wanyi out of the door.

In the room, suddenly quiet down.

Metaphorical color carefully opened the quilt, just thinking about whether to get up or not, he saw the man come in, "sleep for a while," eh? "

Yu se was really sleepy, so Mo Jingyao suggested that Yu se immediately closed his eyes and said, "I want to sleep here. You can't disturb me."

"She's gone." With this sentence, Mo Jingyao in his morning coat goes directly to the bed of metaphor.

As if this was his bedroom, he gently lay down, closed his eyes, put his big palm around the metaphor, "sleep."

Then, his voice was more effective than a lullaby, and the metaphor soon fell asleep.

He thought that there would be some noise because Mo Jingyao was strong enough to face Luo Wanyi. After he avoided it easily, he could only breathe evenly.

The man's big hands slowly tightened.

Tight arms of the little woman more tightly attached to his body, a delicate soft.

"Xiaose, don't be afraid. Where you are, your home is." Mo Jingyao murmured. He always felt that little women were always worried about their gains and losses recently. He thought that it must be Luo Wanyi.

Unfortunately, in this world, the most can not choose is their own origin and parents