Chapter 560

Her voice is cold, with a strong sense of alienation.

Make a man step, slightly bow when, a pair of black pupil eyes Zheng Zheng Zheng look at the small woman in the arms.

Even if she is in a mess only a wet bath towel, but still calm and estrangement.

Mo Jingyao sighed, and then his thin lips were covered.

Before he came in, he had already consulted on the Internet, and the most classic result was the quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed.

So, I was telling him that as long as I did it with her, everything would be solved.

He originally wanted to wait until tomorrow, until the metaphor had dissipated a little before he started to do it, so that it would be easier to succeed.

However, after waiting for half an hour, I couldn't wait any longer. When I opened my eyes and closed my eyes, all of them were metaphorical. Even Luo Zhi, who was in a coma, and the man who had been drugged by metaphor, didn't want to go to trial.

Just close it. Love me.

After Mo'er reports that Mo Jingxi leaves the room to see Luo Wanyi, he thinks about it and sneaks in quietly.

Now that you've come in, why be coquettish.

Lips fall on the lips like jelly, slightly sweet.

But then, no matter how he acts, the lip, except for the slight sweetness, has no response at all.

If he could not clearly feel the body temperature of the little woman in his arms, he almost thought he was holding a body.

No matter how he uses emotion, metaphor is not affected.

"Little color..." After a long time, Mo Jingyao had to move his lips and reexamine the little woman in his arms.

Memory has always been as long as he was a kiss on the red full face, at this time is still a cold, not a trace of lust.

But it was such a cold, but also let his mind swing, "small color..."

For the first time, Mo Jingyao tasted the tension.

I'm nervous.

Although metaphor was in his arms, what he felt was how far away she was from him.

Only then did I know that the distance between the body and the heart is totally different.

Metaphorical color light glanced at Mo Jing Yao, also did not struggle, light cold way: "don't look at me like this, was only insulted by the cat, I can't go back to the indecent."

Cats

Mo Jingyao wrung his brow, which is really

Even if he is regarded as non-human, the worst thing is a tiger, not a cat?

Where is he as weak as a cat?

What's more, she said he was abusing her

With a dull sound of "bang", Mo Jingyao directly threw the metaphor on the bed.

The metaphor on the bed did not feel pain, but it was thrown on the bed. At last, she was out of Mo Jingyao's control. She reached out to pull up the scattered bath towel. Mo Jingyao rushed over like a wolf.

……

From lip to hand

With her eyes closed, she felt familiar movements, familiar breath, and familiar masculinity.

Every time in the past, her sharp heart would dance with Mo Jingyao's every move and react

But this time, she was as motionless as a statue.

Mo Jingyao, since there is no relationship between them, she will not give him any response.

A few wisps of cold wind came through the slightly open window.

In the night when the temperature difference between day and night is obvious, Yu se shivers for a moment, and then Mo Jingyao lies on her side with a big breath.

The room is quiet.

No one spoke.

However, Yu se quickly took the phone and brushed it with a smile.

That from the beginning to the end are calm small appearance, on the contrary, is against Mo Jingyao more and more embarrassed.

"Little color, I..."

"Bang Bang Did you lock the door? Why can't I open the card? " Outside, Mo Jingxi's voice of calling the door cruelly interrupts Mo Jingyao.

Yu se didn't look at him. "If you want Jingxi to see you lying beside me with only a bath towel, it's not impossible. However, remember to tell her that it's not suitable for children, or I won't be responsible for damaging the little girl."

Mo Jing Yao Shu straight up, long fingers directly hook up the color of the jaw, forcing her to be forced to his eyes, and then, in the man's burning eyes, listen to him say: "in terms of age, you are younger than Jing Xi, if she is a little girl, then you are a little girl."

"You know, that's good. By the way, you'd better go and find out what it means to eat tender grass. Don't be shameless." Continue to brush the mobile phone, metaphor or ignore Mo Jingyao, and Mo Jingxi's clapping on the door.

"Metaphor, if you don't make a sound, I'll let Mo Er hit the door directly."

Yu se shrugged, but still did not say a word.

Then, is the voice of Mo Jing Xi called Mo Er, or there is no cover up at all.

Yu se still brushes her mobile phone, but covers her three scenes with a bath towel.She is not as shameless as Mo Jingyao. What should be covered is still to be covered.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, we should cover it up.

When the bath towel was finished, the metaphor heard the mobile phone ring. It was mo Jingyao's mobile phone ringing.

as like as two peas, she turned to look at the past, and then she was seized by the unhesitating one. She entered the lock code. It was exactly the same as hers. The name of the note that just sent the message was two, and ink two had only one sentence, "ink less, leave quickly, or I would hit the door."

It's not easy to tell Mo Jingyao that Mo Jingyao is in it. Then he doesn't want Mo Jingyao to destroy the reputation of metaphor. Therefore, Mo Er returns to Mo Jingyao, and Mo Jingyao's mobile phone goes back to the quiet state before.

"Mo Er is about to hit the door. Please leave here immediately." The metaphor seems to be paying attention to other people's affairs. There is no surprise in the tone. On the contrary, it seems that the man talking to her has nothing to do with her.

She pressed hands-free. No wonder she did.

Mo Jingyao took a serious look at the metaphor, and then looked at the direction of the door. The eyes were all helpless.

Yu se Li ignored, continued to brush the mobile phone.

Seeing that she was careful and relaxed, Mo Jingyao could not relax.

I also took my mobile phone and entered the text with a brush.

Two minutes later, the clapping outside the door stopped.

Mo Jingxi seemed to disappear from the world suddenly, without making any other sound.

Mo Jingyao heaved a sigh of relief and continued to lie on the bed of metaphor.

Then he put out his hand and took her in his arms.

"Mo Jingyao, Jingxi will come in."

"Well, as a witness." When Mo Jingyao used to go out with Yu se, all the gossip about them was suppressed by him.

After such a long time of pressure, I always thought that even if someone was trying to catch a shadow, nothing would happen.

"Don't..." Metaphorical color low, want to leave this man a little, further away.

It can be said that only when the voice of metaphor is finished, the man has been firmly fixed under his body by Mo Jingyao