Chapter 613

The image of a baby cat flashed through my mind.

Then flashed over the appearance of Mo Jing Yao's little milk dog.

Yu se discovers that she has recently either imagined Mo Jingyao as a little milk dog or a little milk cat.

However, she just imagined it and never said it.

Therefore, the only thing that fell into Mo Jingyao's ears was "you're not a little boy anymore."

Mo Jingyao Mou color slightly heavy, "well, small not small color most know."

"Boom" for a while, metaphor color only felt that the brain was in a mess, "Mo Jingyao, you bastard." Bully her if you don't agree.

It's not right for you to sit on your own shoulder and lie on her legs this time

Otherwise, she couldn't have come out to see him in the middle of the night.

As long as he thought that she would come out to see him in the middle of the night, he would feel sweet to hear what she said.

Yu se is not admitted to death, "no, I went to bed long ago, but I wake up hungry and want to go downstairs to find something to eat."

"Awake from hunger?" Mo Jingyao's eyes were wide open, and his palm fell down on his belly. He ate barbecue at night. He could see how much she ate.

Feeling that his hand fell on his abdomen, the metaphor was a little guilty. He stuck his neck and said, "I digest well. You can't control it."

"Well, let's go downstairs and I'll eat with you."

"This..." Yu se didn't expect that the man didn't tear her apart.

However, in such a way to accompany her to eat, she was a little embarrassed than wearing it apart.

She now where to eat, every time eating barbecue is not polite to eat to support.

Then, she saw Mo Jingyao's smile hanging from his lips. She immediately reflected that the man was intentional, "Mo Jingyao, you pit me."

"You said you were hungry."

The metaphor is as follows:

He bit his teeth and glared at Mo Jingyao. Finally, he pushed him to the master's bedroom and said, "wipe your body and go to sleep. OK?" Mingming is much better. Even under her careful care, his spleen function is gradually recovering. Although it is impossible to recover to the original, it is really in the process of improvement.

"Good."

"I tell you, I compromise, just want you to sleep, otherwise my hard work will be wasted." Yu se curled his mouth and stretched out his hand on Mo Jingyao's shoulder.

Mo Jingyao was watching the metaphorical hand fall down, which seemed to have a fierce force.

But when it was screwed on, it was light, and he could not even feel the pain.

He stealthily raised the corner of his lips, which was obviously twisted, but his mood was joyful.

As if there were masochists, the more pinched and twisted, the more comfortable I felt.

That's a metaphor to be close to him.

Otherwise, why doesn't she pinch or twist other men.

Yu se helped Mo Jingyao to lie down on the bed. "In fact, you are much better. You can walk slowly. However, the wound is scabby. It's better not to touch water. Today I'll wipe you, tomorrow you can take a shower. Tomorrow night, don't mess with me." Yu se yawns. Before that, when she was alone in the guest room, she was full of energy, but she was not sleepy. As a result, now she is beside Mo Jingyao, and somehow she is a little sleepy.

"Good." Mo Jingyao nodded his head obediently. After all, he couldn't bear to toss his head.

He knew that she was very tired and knew that she needed to make up for her lack of sleep, but he could only make up for it by his side.

The metaphor soon brought warm water to the bedside.

With the previous experience, she wiped her body very fast, a pair of eyes did not squint, only looked at the part of the body.

"It's not that I haven't seen it. There's something wrong with it." Mo Jingyao almost didn't say that they were old husbands and wives.

However, when this sentence came to my mouth, I suddenly remembered that he and she were not only without a certificate, but also the relationship between their male and female friends were not disclosed to the public. Therefore, the old husband and wife stuck in his throat.

"I'm happy to be uncomfortable. You can't control it." When he knew she was uncomfortable, he teased her, which was disgusting.

However, Mo Jing Yao is addicted to like, want to tease metaphor color, "small color shy look best."

The color of the face suddenly red through, "you shut up, or I will not give you wipe." Mo Jingyao is a typical landlord bully. He knows to bully her. If he is not healthy, he bullies her verbally. He is a big villain.

Mo Jingyao thin lips slightly pursed, a pair of obedient appearance, really did not speak, as if afraid of her.

That makes Yu se a little bit amused. He always feels that the president of Li's group is so clever and obedient that it's against him.

However, it fell on Mo Jingyao, and his expression and reaction were natural. There was no trace of affectation.

Yu se knows where Mo Jingyao's wound is and the condition of his wound, so he naturally knows the severity of his wound. But when he rubs the wound, he seems to hear Mo Jingyao hiss.Although the voice is low, almost negligible low, but she heard it, can not help but frown, and then straightened up, "what's the matter, you should not hurt, is it my judgment error?"

The girl continued to observe and feel Mo Jingyao's injury, and then quickly confirmed that she did not touch his wound. Then she pinched the back of Mo Jingyao's hand, "you are bad, you deliberately."

"It hurts." Mo Jingyao solemnly said that he knew whether the pain was painful or not. He could not feel the metaphor.

"Fake pain, next time you pretend to be painful, change into a person's dress. It's no use pretending to be in front of me. I'll know that you're pretending to be painful when I look at it. Hum." Yu se said and pinched him again. Anyway, Mo Jingyao never resisted her pinching or twisting, so Yu se was addicted to it.

Continue to wipe down, with the last experience, metaphor knows that can not hide, all men as carrots, all wiped.

Of course, she directly ignored the changes in Mo Jingyao's body and pulled a quilt over him, "sleeping."

Water out, light out.

Yu se went to the guest room next door without affectation. Anyway, it was the result of this man hooking into the master bedroom. She simply let it go.

From lying down to sleeping, this time it took only a few minutes.

Man's breath seems to have hypnotic function, so that metaphor is particularly good to sleep.

When he fell asleep, he was hugged into Mo Jingyao's arms. In the dark, the man's burning eyes fell on his small face, which was as big as the palm of his hand. She had not yet opened, just like a water lily blooming at the beginning.

When she grows open, it is a delicate flower in his eyes. Only he can enjoy it openly and justly