Chapter 520

Yu se looks back at Mo Jing Yao and says, "don't you believe me?"

"No, it's just strange." Then he said, "do you want to go to tianjingtai to hold our hands?"

"Go, I'll go with you." The color of a smile.

Listen to her such answer, Mo Jing Yao is a Leng first, then understand come over, "you have been."

So she went again, and she really went with him.

The metaphor gives you a good look that you know.

Mo Jingyao smiles, "motorcycle or SUV?"

"I want the prince." I don't want to talk about it.

It's a nice feeling to fly in the sunshine.

In particular, the tassel on the handlebar is flying with the wind, and the feeling of brushing on the face is more beautiful.

"Good." Yao nodded gently

Knowing that he went to pick up the motorcycle, the metaphor went to the small supermarket. After transformation, the appearance of the small supermarket has been completely new.

The plaque is being installed at this time.

The words "Boyu love supermarket" were written by the district chief himself.

However, few people like Mo Jingyao said that they would donate one billion yuan.

I think of Mo Jingyao's donation of 1 billion yuan, which is her man.

Only the four words "her man" came into my mind, and a small face suddenly darkened.

He now, in the final analysis is not her man, they have not gone through her last bottom line.

A gust of wind, immediately after the sound of motorcycle stop, "small color, go."

The metaphor turned around.

The man sitting on the prince's motorcycle is very handsome and handsome, and his features are like a God's residence. At this time, with the prince's motorcycle, it seems like a demon, attracting all the people from far and near to look at him.

Yes, even if he is very low-key, only wearing a set of the most common z-suit, but also can not offset his whole body up and down the powerful gas field.

Metaphor subconsciously swept around, found that men and women, old and young, are looking at the direction of this man.

Small mouth a sip, she quickly walked over to ride on the motorcycle, two hands tightly around the man's thin waist, a sense of strength immediately passed to her body, slightly leaned over, just like this head on his back, a sense of peace of mind suddenly hit the heart, "go."

The prince left the hotel like the wind.

In the rear-view mirror of the motorcycle, the hotel is getting farther and farther away. The window on the third floor of the hotel is gradually disappearing in the vision. The metaphorical head continues to lean on Mo Jingyao's back and says in a soft voice: "she will be OK. You don't have to worry."

Luo Wanyi just had a headache, and it only hurt for a few minutes at most.

This is also the reason why she did not acupuncture Luo Wanyi again.

To make Luo Wanyi hurt once, she knew that her acupuncture was not witchcraft, it could really relieve her headache.

"Well, I know." The wind was strong and her voice was very low, but Mo Jingyao heard it.

Sure enough, he knows her best and knows her best.

Even if she had any more opinions on Luo Wanyi, she would not really be cruel and ignore her questions just because she was his mother.

"The thing in her head, when giving instructions, as long as you look into her eyes, you can't help but listen to her and let her do it." Again, metaphor.

Mo Jingyao's motorcycle suddenly fell down, "are you serious?"

"Seriously."

"No wonder there is something wrong with the villa in the middle of the mountain. It's not that the person on duty is not doing his duty. It's because of her magic." Mo Jingyao said, and the motorcycle stopped at the side of the road.

He took out his mobile phone and typed the text quickly.

The metaphor looks at the man's ten fingers flying, but focuses not on the words he enters, but on his bony fingers. It's like a work of art. It's very beautiful.

Until the motorcycle started again, she looked away from the man's hand, her face slightly red, "you can't have punished that man?"

"Yesterday's detention. I have just informed him to cancel his confinement."

"Fortunately, it's not corporal punishment, it's just confinement." Otherwise, Mo Jingyao would have wronged his men.

Mo Jingyao is a black face, "sometimes confinement is more difficult than corporal punishment. The small black room is only as big as the bathroom, and there is nothing for entertainment."

Metaphorical brain makes up for the feeling of being locked in a dark small house for one hour, five hours, ten hours or even a whole day. Just think about it, it's boring.

Maybe I can bear it at first, but I'll be crazy in the end.

"Who let you know everything, Mo Jingyao. It's your fault."

"Well, it's my fault."Yu se didn't expect that this man had the courage to admit his mistake. "The thing in her mind, if I guessed right, should have been implanted by Liao Fei. Liao Fei's identity is not so simple. You'd better try him again." Liao Fei is still very capable of turning Luo Wanyi into such a person.

At least, it's tough enough, and it's very tactful.

"Well, when I get back to T City, I'll try it myself." The motorcycles continue to drive to the celestial burial platform.

At this time, Mo Jingyao's heart was calm.

Sure enough, the little woman is the most understanding.

Knowing that Luo Wanyi still couldn't put down Luo Wanyi in his heart, he had solved all the doubts in his heart for him at this moment.

Next, the most important thing is to take out the thing in luowanyi's mind.

As for how to get it, he didn't even have to worry about it.

He doesn't even have to ask. The little woman will arrange it well.

Otherwise, she would not have told him all about luowanyi.

Through the county, motorcycles ride on the winding mountain road.

Thinking of the attacker who was suddenly kicked into Mo Jingxi's room last night, and recalling the scene of peace inside and outside the hotel this morning, we can see that Mo Jingyao has calmed down the counterattack of rasan's people.

Otherwise, he would not take her out of the hotel to the sky burial platform.

Even riding a prince motorcycle.

After all, the safety factor of crown prince motorcycle is no more reassuring than that of off-road with bulletproof function.

The prince's motorcycle was driving fast, but the metaphor was not cold at all. She was behind Mo Jingyao. He sheltered her from the wind and the temperature of his body. It was very comfortable.

In the field of vision, we can see the direction of the celestial burial platform.

On the other side of the mountain in the direction of the shady slope, at a glance, there are vultures flying in the sky, and the air has a bloody smell.

A truck passed by with four bodies and a child in it.