Chapter 495

"I don't want to try."

"I'll accompany you. I'll help you wear them." The image of a girl friend who is absolutely tender and considerate really pulls Mo Jingyao into the fitting room.

All the z-suits on her body were worn by Mo Jingyao for her, and the hair shape was his masterpiece. Therefore, she should try it on for him once.

Can really go into the fitting room, metaphor directly became the queen, comfortable sitting on the bench, first enjoy the men one by one off the body of the usual clothes, and then put on the body Z clothes.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Jingyao didn't need her help. He changed into a z-suit in a few minutes.

When he picked up his belt, he looked up at his girl in the mirror. He was staring at his girl without blinking. Mo Jingyao turned around and pinched a small face of metaphor, "color girl."

Yu's face was slightly red, "you see."

Good to see, even if there is nothing left on the body of the pickpocket, can also let her not be willing to miss the eyes, put down the reserved has been looking at him.

I can't even blink my eyes.

She had never seen Mo Jingyao change clothes in such a public place in broad daylight. Even though she had been with him for countless times, she still didn't want to blink at this moment.

Mo Jingyao is like a luminous body. She is addicted to the light and heat.

"Color girl." Mo Jingyao couldn't help murmuring at the pretty face, and then he could not help holding the small face in his palm, and two thin lips joined together.

On the contrary, the beauty of Yao Chu's white room is no longer the same as that of the white one.

Metaphor is in the male such a beautiful appearance of the attraction, at this time has been about to breathe.

It's just like that the color of Yao's face is getting smaller and smaller.

Until the metaphor brain is blank, even if Mo Jingyao reminds him again and again that he can't remember to breathe, Mo Jingyao has to let go of the goblin in his arms.

Her lips are all moist luster, think that it is his taste alone, his eyes color this just gentle a little, "from when to calculate I wear Z clothes?" In the morning, he calculated to take her out of the hotel. Now he found that he had been cheated. Mo Jingyao shook his head helplessly.

"Mo Jingyao, don't you want to wear a couple's dress?" Yu se blinks his eyes and takes out the final Assassin's mace. For fear that Mo Jingyao will say that his z-suit is too ugly in the next second, he will take it off directly.

She likes the way he looks in z-suit, especially the color of red and white, which is so handsome. She is the most handsome man in z-suit she met, none of them.

The three words "lovers' costume" successfully prevented Mo Jingyao from taking off his z-suit.

Yu se seems to be right. He put on the z-suit and walked with her, which is more suitable.

"Mo Jingyao, that's all, OK?"

Mo Jingyao recalled the other styles of z-suits in the store. He thought that the color metaphor was very good. It was also true that this suit was more beautiful, "good."

Seeing that he agreed, he didn't take off. She curled up and her hands were all sweaty. Fortunately, she was smart enough. Otherwise, this man would have taken off his z-suit.

Afraid of his repentance, she turned to tidy up the clothes he had taken off, folded them one by one, put them in order, and then held them in her arms, "let's go." You don't have to change it. Just wear it and pay the bill.

As a result, Mo Jingyao was the first to go out. As a result, those who were in front of him soon became metaphorical.

Or she led Mo Jingyao.

Step by step, when he got to the cashier's desk, Mo Jingyao did not squint all the way, ignoring all the glances.

He doesn't care who he loves.

His eardrum is full of the three words "lovers' clothes" of little women.

In order to avoid the suspicion of Mo San and Mo Si, he said in a low voice: "Mo Jingyao, you pay for the clothes of Mo San and Mo Si, and you and I will pay for them?"

"Not good." A stiff sentence, a straight man's refusal.

"You've bought more than ten sets for me. Can't I give you one?"

"I'm a man. I'm your boyfriend."

These last three words have successfully prevented simile from paying the bill.

It's something you have to do as a boyfriend.

From pampering to paying the bill, it's the same thing.

When Mo Jingyao stepped onto the motorcycle again, he was already in a red and white z-suit.

It's awkward.

It's really awkward.

This seems to be the first time since he has memory to wear a dress other than dark color, and it is actually a bright red color.

However, feeling the girl's soft body on her back, and her "lovers' dress" has been lingering in the eardrum, Mo Jingyao tolerated.

The motorcycle pulled the wind out of the county, and then came to the open plateau area. The air was fresh as if it could drip out of the water, and the scenery was beautiful, which made people even breathe lightly."Mo Jingyao, I want to take a picture." Shoot her and shoot him. This time, she must take more photos of two people, not all of her own.

"Good." The motorcycle stopped at the side of the road.

Yuse hopped to the mountain, a colorful z-suit set off her more like the spirit of the mountain, smart and beautiful as a fairy, hook Mo Jingyao to look at her, even reluctant to blink.

The girl is beautiful.

But in the eyes of girls, he is the most beautiful.

"Mo Jingyao, take a group photo. Come here quickly."

"I want a group photo, not a single photo."

"A picture of two people."

Under the insistence of metaphor, this time she brought Mo Jingyao into her picture.

N shot after the satisfaction to continue to ride on the motorcycle.

The sun is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind is very comfortable.

Yu se looks up at the snow mountain in the distance, and remembers the heavy snow when I went to dig Cordyceps last time. It's hard to imagine the weather in August. If you want to go to the snow mountain, you have to switch between single clothes and down jacket at any time.

The motorcycle drove up the winding mountain road.

Yu se doesn't ask where Mo Jingyao is going to take her.

Anyway, she followed him and never worried.

This man can always surprise her.

Wind, suddenly.

It's getting cold.

Cold let her close to Mo Jingyao's back, but even if he was very warm, she was cold, cold and gently shaking.

It is true that there are totally different temperatures between the mountains and on the mountains. Cold, hot and hot are just conversion rooms.

I don't know if I felt her shivering cold, and the motorcycle slowly stopped at the side of the road.

The man of a suit of Z still can't cover up, see figurative color, eyes are reluctant to blink, "get out of the car." He hugged her, landed on the ground, and put it beside him.