Chapter 592

Metaphor is really quite speechless.

But in the face of this man, she can't fight or scold.

Frowning, "can we change the topic?"

"Can I keep some of my spleen functions?" This is definitely a topic of eight classics, which is related to his life and his future. It is absolutely necessary to talk about it.

And metaphor can't refuse, "I'll try, it should be OK." Other doctors should not be able to change, but her method should be feasible, just to be more bitter.

"That depends on raising, too?" Mo Jingyao asked again.

"Well, we need it." This is absolutely true.

"Can you keep it up if you don't sleep?"

Metaphorical color "..."

She took it, and she was surrounded by Mo Jingyao. She turned around and got out of bed. She carried the cold water basin into the bathroom, changed a basin of warm water, and wrung out the towel. "Come on, wipe it, or you don't want to sleep, and I can't sleep even if I'm involved. Mo Jingyao, you're so cruel."

"It's you who are ruthless. You've used it all, but you've been hypocritical."

"I didn't use it." Heaven and earth conscience, she really did not take the initiative to use, everything is his initiative.

Mo Jingyao's line of sight immediately fell on Yu SE's hand, fixed to look at her small white hand, "are you sure not?"

Feeling that the two eyes are staring at their own hands, the color of the heart is what 10000 horses gallop by, Mo Jingyao, can he be a little rogue?

She wasn't forced by him before? Seduced by him?

She's too hard.

He walked in every minute and couldn't get out again.

"Are you sure not?" Seeing the metaphor still did not move, Mo Jingyao asked again.

Metaphorical color hate to stretch out his hand and pinch him, "is it over? Shut up, or I won't wipe it for you

"Well, I'll shut up." Mo Jingyao is smiling. There is no such thing as the cold and domineering president in the metaphorical memory. She even suspects that the president in her memory is a fake president. At present, this is the real president, the real president with flesh and blood and the smell of fireworks.

The figurative hand fell down.

She was very quick and told herself that this was a job like cleaning a table and a chair. Well, it was such a simple job. After cleaning, she could lie down and sleep comfortably.

A man who was regarded as a desk and chair did not know what the metaphor was. He lay on the bed calmly and enjoyed the woman's hand passing slowly. The feeling was just like electric shock, which made him unable to describe. At this moment, he only felt that the male cells all over his body were active, which made people feel ready to move.

"Little color..." Seeing that her hand was about to cross the most important part, Mo Jingyao's hand suddenly raised and fell, and landed on the figurative hand.

To be exact, it is pressed on the simile's hand, so that she can only be fixed in that position now, and can't move if she wants to.

"Mo Jingyao, move on, or I'll shout."

Although it is to forgive him, but the anger still remains in the bones, has not completely disappeared.

Therefore, she had decided that she would never sleep with him again until he formally identified her as his girlfriend.

However, Mo Jingyao's hand was a whole circle bigger than her, perfectly wrapped her hand, and could not move a minute.

He had been used to the world of two people when he lived together in the hotel of Qingda.

This separated for a few days, but also from time to time in a state of fear that she would do stupid things.

Now she finally came back to him, smelling the sweet smell of her body. The feeling of being lost and recovered made him never want to taste the taste of losing again. He looked at her eyes and slowly expressed "don't leave me again.".

The soft sight, like a little milk dog, has a pathetic smell and a little bit like a daughter-in-law. She can't help but mourn, and completely forgets how embarrassed he is when he attaches her hand. "Mo Jingyao, if you didn't wake up at that time, but continued to pretend to be unconscious, would you have been assassinated Who's that? "

"No Mo Jingyao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his Adam's apple surged. Even if it was, he didn't say yes to her.

He didn't want her to feel guilty.

Yes, for a few days after she rescued him, he had been pretending to be unconscious. He only wanted to attract the assassin to appear, even once. However, he only caught the assassin, but the man killed himself by taking poison, and he refused to give the behind the scenes agent.

Originally, he continued to pretend to be in a daze and lead the killer out again, and then tried to catch all of them. But in the early morning of that day, when he saw Mo jingxun holding a rose to express his love for metaphor, he couldn't control himself. He wanted to declare his sovereignty over metaphor, and then he suddenly turned away from the original plan.

It's just that. He won't tell metaphor.Even if she had already suspected and even came to ask him, he would not admit it.

If he had not been worried about exposing her as his girlfriend and putting her in danger, he would have announced to the world that she was his woman.

She is his Mo Jingyao's woman. No one else can covet her. No one can play chen fan or Ji Bei.

Therefore, the existence of that person only prolongs the time when he announces that she is his woman. Sooner or later, he will catch that person. At that time, she will be his girlfriend who is absolutely recognized by him and recognized by the whole world.

These days' experience seems that both of them are very sad, but he believes that after these days, metaphor will only become more and more mature, which is the price of growth.

She said that she just wanted to be alone and even sent him a text message, which was totally different from the previous direct run away.

So, from head to tail, he was not angry, he was just giving the little woman time to grow up.

The man's answer is absolutely blurt out, without the brain what did not think to give the answer.

It sounds like it's true, but metaphor knows it's not true.

After such a silent evaluation in the bottom of her heart, she felt that she was affected. Since she knew that the answer he gave must be false, why should she ask him.

She's taken herself in, too.

"Mo Jingyao, if I betray you one day, will you break up with me?" Looking at the poor man, he asked casually.

"No However, he never thought that Mo Jingyao was a second back.

"Well, why?" Yu color Meng, really did not expect that she said to betray him, he actually said not to break up.