Chapter 452

Thank you very much Mo Jingyao did not look at chen fan, but went straight to the cabin door which Chen fan had just let go, and immediately sat in the driver's cabin.

"You You want to fly your own helicopter? It's crazy. " Chen Fan looked at Mo Jingyao's side face through the window. Some didn't expect that Mo Jingyao would even fly a plane.

He He will not

With the sound of "boom", Mo Jingyao answered Chen Fan's question with action.

From the clinic to the sanatorium, I came in such a hurry that I didn't bring the pilot.

By this time, he couldn't wait.

My mind is full of reminiscences about the phone call of not long ago.

The girl is waiting for him.

The helicopter flies over t City, across the road where the car was on fire.

At this moment, the chain collision of the car dragon has been cleaned up.

In the dark, the road was quiet, and the deep hole had already been filled.

Cherry had the information long before he started.

I just don't know when.

Therefore, he had arranged the pit for a long time, but when Yu se was about to cross the road, the remote control mechanism opened the pit and prevented cherry's team from attacking Yu se.

Cherry thought that more was the best way to win less, but he never thought that he would kill the whole car.

If it wasn't for his injury, if it wasn't for him that he couldn't leave, chen fan had no chance to go to the scene to take the metaphor for him.

The sound of "boom" is particularly harsh in this silent night.

Yang an and Zhu Xu are sleeping.

But she didn't sleep.

Hearing the sound, I looked up and saw the familiar helicopter at a glance.

Yu se gets up slowly and stares at the plane that has reached the top of her head. She doesn't know whether the man in the plane is Chen fan or Mo Jingyao.

Because not long ago, chen fan flew this helicopter to save her.

However, chen fan also admitted that the plane belonged to Mo Jingyao and he wanted to return it.

So, at this moment, the people in the plane, two men are possible.

The plane landed on the lawn in the garden.

The sound of "boom, fall and boom" faded away. The metaphor was still standing there, and his eyes were burning at the engine room door.

It was not until the familiar figure flashed out of the cabin door that she stepped up and rushed over, so fast that she didn't even know it.

In the blink of an eye, he came to Mo Jingyao's face. His small head tilted and naturally leaned against his chest. "What happened?"

Mo Jingyao's long arms closed, slightly bent, and directly took the metaphor to his arms. "Nothing happened. Tomorrow morning's plane will not change."

Lying in the man's arm, the metaphor nodded gently, "well, I promised you, naturally it will not change. Your father should not leave room this time?" If Merson gives cherry another shot, she guarantees that he will attack her again or attack him again.

The more you let it go, the more you retaliate.

Cherry, you shouldn't give this woman any more opportunities.

"No more." This time, cherry's power has been completely eradicated, and the power of this woman inside and outside China has gone out in full swing.

Listen to him say can't, Yu se slightly relieved, seeing Mo Jingyao holding her to the elevator to go to the room, she suddenly remembered, "I've baked a lot of strings for you, I'll heat it up and eat it." With that, she slipped to the ground like a loach and ran to the kitchen of the villa.

Mo Jingyao looks at the girl's back, walks slowly to the sofa and sits down.

Then he poured a glass of water from the water dispenser.

Looking up again at the busy figure of metaphor color, seeing that she absolutely did not mean to look over, she felt out a small paper bag from her body, a few pills of medicine in the mouth, and served with warm water.

He was hurt and didn't want the metaphor to find out.

After a few minutes, the metaphor was served in front of Mo Jingyao through the oven. In addition, there was also a bottle of red wine.

Yu se also sat down, sat down beside Mo Jingyao, and filled each one with a glass of wine, "Mo Jingyao, cheers."

When the girl said a toast, her small face was red and obvious. Before Mo Jingyao arrived, she drank.

The fragrance of wine and body fragrance floated over her nose, lingering around Mo Jingyao's mind. The big palm directly clasped the little hand of the girl who was about to feed the wine into the mouth, "I'll come."

"Well?" He was confused. His small hand was controlled by Mo Jingyao. He couldn't drink it if he wanted to. Instead, he watched Mo Jingyao drink up his cup with great courage.

Then, just when he didn't know what the man was going to do, he saw Mo Jingyao put down his own empty wine glass, and with her hand, he directly lifted up the wine in her cup.

"Mo Jingyao, that's mine..." However, before the word "wine" was uttered, her small face was held by Mo Jingyao. Her lips touched her lips, and the sweet and mellow liquor from Mo Jingyao's mouth flowed into her mouth.It is sweet with the breath of Mo Jingyao, which makes Yu se Dun's heart beat faster.

When the wine was in the mouth and into the throat, Mo Jingyao slowly loosened his lips.

Then he picked up a string and fed it to the mouth, which were all his favorite foods. The little woman still had a conscience. A few times ago, he roasted her to eat. Although she didn't make much effort, her memory was good, so it seemed that he remembered his preferences.

Happily eating and drinking red wine, Mo Jingyao found that he did not know when to start. He began to become addicted to such a leisurely time.

So, without dinner, he ate up all the kebabs and put up two bottles of red wine.

Never been satisfied.

"Little color..." It's time to sleep.

He didn't sleep with her for a long time.

One night, it was night again. Yu se couldn't find the wound on his body. He had taken medicine.

As long as he gets up before dawn tomorrow morning.

As a result, Mo Jingyao was not alone, and his metaphorical eyes fell on his chest.

"Mo Jingyao, don't move." It has been an hour since Mo Jingyao got off the plane. It was at this point that she realized that something was wrong with him.

Injured.

It's a serious injury.

Even if she hadn't seen it, she felt it now.

But why it is so late to feel, this is to make the metaphor puzzling.

"Well?" Mo Jingyao's laryngeal nodule surged gently. He received the girl's gaze at his chest. For the first time, he felt guilty.

No, it's impossible.

As long as he took the medicine, she couldn't feel it.

However, the color of the small hand has been extended over, gently and skillfully untied one of his buttons.

And the second

"Small color, Yang An'an and Zhu Xu are all here. Please go upstairs and explain it again." He got up and hugged the metaphor and was about to go upstairs.