Chapter 442

"Yes, make arrangements for your home in the evening. I'll send someone to pick you up at your house tomorrow and go directly to the airport."

Mo Jingyao dropped this sentence and started the car.

Yu se sits quietly in the seat of the co driver.

Sitting in the long lost car, I am surrounded by this man who has not been seen for a long time.

The metaphor is very satisfying.

Mei Yuqiu, Madame Mei and Mr. Mei will never hurt her.

But the premise is that Mo Jingyao is sincere to her.

If he is not sincere to her, then Mei Yuqiu will snatch him from her at any time.

"Mo Jingyao, I seem to be dreaming."

"Come and kiss me. It's not a dream." Mo Jingyao turned the steering wheel and said with a smile.

Knowing that she would be so happy to see him, he should have made time to see her earlier.

"Mo Jingyao, I will only trust you in the future, not official accounts."

"Good."

"Mo Jingyao, I plan to hack the official account number of Mohist group, and then publish a post I want to send."

"Good."

"Mo Jingyao, did you seriously agree?" She said that she wanted to hack the official account number of the Mohist group, but the man actually nodded and agreed.

"Well."

Yu se was originally bored by car. He deliberately teased Mo Jingyao to say these things. Unexpectedly, he didn't object.

"Then I'm really turning black." Say to do, Yu se really took out the mobile phone and started the official account of black ink group.

However, her ten fingers flying, even dozen minutes of code is useless, she can not hack the official account of the Mohist group.

The brow was sweating.

She thought she could go in.

After all, as a code disciple of Mo Jingyao, if she didn't even have an official account number, she would have learned it for so long.

However, no matter how she looked for it, she couldn't find out which of her string of codes was wrong.

There must be a wrong code, otherwise it won't take so long to conquer.

Red light.

Mo Jingyao stopped the car slowly, then looked at the mobile phone curiously, and then said with a smile: "the official account number of Mohist group was handed over to me five days ago, and all the official information is now released through my hand."

"Er, Mo Jingyao, you are too bad. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" This man set up a firewall. As his disciple, as a student who has not been learning for a long time, how can she break through the firewall of Mo Jingyao, who is a master.

"It's not too late to tell you now. I'll give you a chance to learn and find out your own mistakes."

Therefore, metaphor can only continue to be buried in the code one by one.

Ten minutes later, she still can't crack it.

Seeing the little girl's face red, Mo Jing Yao's lips slightly hook, low smile open, "hands don't move, don't turn, I have a look."

"Oh, well, don't move." Metaphorical color is really not moving.

Take Mo Jingyao's words as the imperial edict.

"The code on the far right of the third line is deleted."

"Good." Do as you please.

Delete that code and press enter to send.

Yu se opened his eyes and waited for the miracle to happen.

Sure enough, the official account number of Mohist group opened, and Yu se danced excitedly, "Mo Jingyao, I can send anything I want, isn't it?"

"Well."

"I'll tell you now that you're engaged."

“……” Mo Jingyao black face, is this little girl more addicted to playing?

"You say, how about sending a picture of both of us?"

“……”

"The last time I saw the sunrise at the seaside, I couldn't see your face clearly or mine."

“……”

For Mo Jingyao's silence, Yu se continued to be excited, "if you don't object, I'll take you as the default. Haha, I promise to choose the most handsome photo of you."

“……”

"Mo Jingyao, I've entered it. Now I click send. It's successful. Mo Jingyao, the message of our engagement has been sent to the forum, haha."

Mo Jingyao took a deep breath and told himself to relax.

Otherwise, he deeply suspected that he would pull over to the side of the road again, turn on his mobile phone and delete the metaphor post.

"Mo Jingyao, I sent it. Do you want to see it?" Then, the metaphorical mobile phone was handed to Mo Jingyao.

The man who is driving is forced to take a look. Then, Junyan breaks the Gong directly and laughs in a low voice. She is really good at playing.

This is the most direct evaluation of metaphor given by Mo Jingyao at this moment, and it is absolutely free from adulteration.

He thought she had announced his engagement to her.

But it's just an absolutely official word game.The post is as follows:

"it turns out that one person is not as happy as two people.

From then on, the heart and the body have already belonged. "

In these two sentences, the following picture is indeed a photo of the backlight when they see the sunrise together. It is a silhouette that can't see clearly the face. It's so beautiful that people can't see clearly that the man in the painting is he and the woman is her.

The post is very beautiful.

It seems to be a declaration of engagement, a declaration of love.

Moreover, it is definitely published on the forum with the official account number of Mohr group.

He saw it and liked it.

Heart also slowly returned to calm, one hand drive, the other hand around Yu se, leaning on his shoulder, "small color, wait for you to grow up."

Soft voice, this is also a declaration, a commitment.

It's just that I don't know when to deliver the promise.

The metaphor "Teng" sits upright and stares at Mo Jingyao.

Therefore, he has not moved her final bottom line, all because she is still young?

Too small to start?

Is that right?

But in addition to the last layer of bottom line, the rest, he can not be light, not bad.

The four words "life is not like death" once again intruded into the mind, and the mood of metaphor suddenly became bad.

With a worried look at Mo Jingyao, he put his head on his shoulder and said in a soft voice, "Mo Jingyao, you should be good."

"Well."

"Mo Jingyao, you should have a good sleep."

"Well."

"Mo Jingyao, I will come back before school starts. You promise me to sleep well every day."

"Well."

"Can you promise a few more words?" Listen to him all the time "um", metaphorical resentment.

"All right, little color."

This There are three more words, but more is more

I still feel good.

"Honey, that's good." Yu se patted the back of Mo Jing Yao's hand, "I'll be so good."

“……” Mo Jingyao cast a light and clear glance at the metaphor, hoping to press her directly on the back of the chair and toss it hard to let her know who is the baby

He has always been a man and has become a "baby".

Without being aware of the threat, Yu se continued, "what's up with you at night, baby?" She really wanted his barbecue.