Chapter 502

"I'll come." Mo Jingyao took the ointment, while smearing it on the ankle with slightly red and swollen color, and massaging it to rub the ointment into the injured area to promote absorption.

He was soft and gentle, not slow, fell in the eyes of the metaphor, inexplicably thinking of his first barbecue for her appearance.

But even for the first time, he can do well.

Mo Jingyao always surprises her.

Unexpected surprises.

Looking at his handsome and cool side, she felt warm heart, but she didn't notice the sprain, so serious to him.

In fact, she was busy forgetting her ankle sprain.

If she had thought about it, she didn't need massage or ointment, she would only need to run nine classics and eight pulse method, and the light injury would soon heal.

But this will not need her to run the nine classics eight pulse method, Mo Jingyao such rubbing to press, has been good.

After all, it was not serious.

She lay on the pillow, watching her feet fall in his big palm, as if it were his rarity.

And his earnest and attentive expression, let her can not help but gently call, "mojingyao..."

"Well?" Mo Jingyao continued to press the tone of the ankle, it was his negligence, so that she was injured.

"Jingyao..." The metaphor tries to subtract a word, which seems to be better to listen to.

"Well?" Mo Jing Yao's eyes are darker and deeper. The ears are the soft and warm female voices of small women. They are very nice to listen to.

"Yao..."

The word of light call, next second, let Mo Jingyao hand ointment directly drop under the bed.

Speed of the pulling the bedside table wet towel wipe hands, then picked up the small face of the simile, soon drove straight into her mouth

Not so tempting.

He is straight.

The consequence of being lifted is to press the metaphor directly under the body.

The air is filled with the fragrance of the bath milk after bathing.

But it is not as good as the subtle body fragrance on the metaphor.

Mo Jingyao Jun Yan is light down, and every time I feel like floating in the clouds, I can only leave.

So, every time it's fun and not tired.

Hate is always tired of her.

That kiss, it's getting heavier and heavier.

The kiss slightly narrowed her eyes, and flashed through her own eyes the four words "life is not like death", and luowanyi said a sentence.

All of this, this moment hovered in her mind, stimulate her suddenly thought of her once bought the lingerie, as a result, because of the thought Mo Jingyao and meiyuqiu engagement and finally all cut.

If it wasn't for that incident, she might have been with Mo Jingyao

Thinking of this, she suddenly turned over, and for the first time she became passive to active, and put Mo Jingyao on the bed sheet, and turned into her small body falling on him.

"Yao..." She gently called the word, the red lips gently and slowly down, and down again

The goblin just wanted to arouse all the senses of Mojing Yao.

The metaphor of this moment is to transfer all the things learned from Mo Jing Yao to Mo Jingyao.

She remembered that she was made by him every time and did not know what was going on, and only gasped.

Lips.

Hands.

Every inch of skin.

She unleashed all her potential.

The body of the faded Pajama, under the shadow of dark light, has made Mo Jingyao lose his sense.

Just want

Just want

But when Yu Shi really sat down, the expected block was sent to the brain nerve, and Mo Jingyao bounced like an electric shock, and then he jumped under the bed, breathing the air in some awkward big mouth.

For a while, I dare to see the simile, but only saw the moist between the eyebrows and eyebrows of the simile eyes sitting on the bed.

He was dumb at once, "little color, I said I'll wait for you to grow up."

The man standing quietly in front of the bed is determined by the metaphor. He is tall and handsome. Even if he is unarmed, he can not cover up and down the noble atmosphere that emerges from his body.

This man, he is very close to her at this moment, and all the breath is full of the strong masculine atmosphere on him.

But, clearly very far away feeling.

Far away, no matter how she reached for it, she could not catch him.

She and him, like a layer of mist, but how can not wear through the mist.

The metaphor suddenly rose, barefoot stepped on the carpet.

Then, start to dress one by one.

"Small color." Looking at her solemn dress, Mo Jingyao felt a moment of panic.

"Mojingyao, Jingxi will have a fever at any time. I will accompany her, and I will not come here tonight." With a light finish, she picked up her mobile phone and left."Little color." Mo Jingyao stands there. As long as he reaches out, he can pull back the metaphor.

However, at such a close distance, his hand stretched out but did not go to hold her.

It's not that I don't want to, but I know that at this moment, even if he holds her, he can't hide her anger in the bottom of her heart.

The little girl was angry.

Angry.

Her expression of indifference is enough to explain everything.

As if he didn't hear Mo Jingyao's light call, he opened the door and went out.

After leaving behind, Mo Jingyao has been standing quietly in front of the bed, no longer sleepy.

Yu se walked to the door of Mo Jing Xi's room, and did not knock, but in seven groups of people, AI te Xiao Lu, "open the door, I want to go in."

I don't know if Mo Jingxi is still asleep. She doesn't want to wake him up. Mo Jingxi needs enough sleep to maintain the energy lost due to the loss of memory in his brain.

Xiao Lu has not sleep, is brushing her mobile phone, she opened the door as soon as she sees the message, "Yu doctor, why not sleep?"

"You go to sleep with Xiao Jiang next door. Just give it to me here."

"Well, you don't want to accompany..." But the word "Mo Shao" has not yet been exported, and the metaphor has already crossed her way to Mo Jingxi.

The hand falls on Mo Jing Xi's forehead, already did not have a fever.

If you look at Mo Jingxi again, everything is fine.

Yu se felt relieved and yawned lazily, "Xiao Lu, don't send me."

Then, they impolitely occupied the bed where Xiao Lu had just been lying.

To be sure, the bed originally belonged to her.

"Doctor Yu..." Xiao Lu is totally confused. He doesn't understand the metaphor. What's wrong with Mo Jingyao.

"If Jingxi has a fever, you can't handle it. Only I can handle it. Go to sleep next door and be obedient." Metaphorical smile at Xiao Lu, a face is really all smiles, do not see what is wrong.

But Xiao Lu was still worried, "doctor Yu, did you quarrel with Mo Shao?" Mostly because of more or less familiar with, so, Xiao Lu bravely asked the past.