Chapter 644

The night is tender.

The light of the street lamp in the distance and near obscured the bedroom.

Have been used to the dark metaphor, the heart is more and more Maomao feeling.

I don't know why. I feel that Mo Jingyao is sneaking into Jin's family at this moment.

In the past, Mo Jingyao didn't do this less, and he did it for granted.

In retrospect, the metaphor blushes.

She was ashamed to look back.

However, every time Mo Jingyao sneaked in, it was as natural as going back to his own home.

"Godmother, I'm a little thirsty. I'll have a drink." Yu se couldn't hear what Su Muxi was talking about. All he could think about was mo Jingyao, who was sneaking into Jin's family.

With that, she got up and got out of bed, took a drink from her water glass, and then looked at the balcony of her bedroom.

The villas in Banshan villa area are all luxury villas, so every bedroom in the villa has its own balcony.

Yu se thinks that Mo Jingyao will jump into her balcony at this time.

Now she seemed to smell him.

"Xiaose, come and tell Ganma about your trip to Z district. It must be very interesting." Su Muxi also got out of bed, pulled Yu se back to bed, and continued to chat with Yu se.

And, as always, the voice was low.

Sumuxi is used to talking in a low voice. As the night gets deeper, not speaking aloud is a respect for others.

But we can't respect it too much.

The voice of Sumu river is low, and the metaphor color has to be low, or it will feel a little abrupt.

However, the volume is still a little higher than that of Sumu River, and every time she speaks, she will automatically call out "Ganma", so that the frequency of calling "Ganma" increases.

In this way, as long as Mo Jingyao now sneaks into the balcony, he can definitely hear her voice.

Then he could tell from her voice that there were other people in her room.

Otherwise, it would be strange for her to talk to herself in her own bedroom.

Two people are whispering, suddenly listen to the balcony "bang" a quiet sound.

The noise is not big, but it can be heard clearly in the silence.

"Who?" Sumuxi sat up and turned to get out of bed.

Before he could go to bed, he immediately went to the balcony, opened the door directly, and called out to the outside: "godmother, it's like a cat."

"Cat? We don't have a cat. Where did this cat sneak in Su Muxi got out of bed and ran to the balcony, just to see what kind of cat actually climbed into the balcony of this bedroom. This is clearly affecting the master and son's rest, which is not good.

This kind of cat must be put out of this bedroom again.

"Outside The wild cat out there The color of the small voice, also some unnatural said.

At this time, Mo Jingyao, who is called a wild cat, is holding the balcony railing tightly. At this moment, all his movements are stiff.

He heard all the sounds of Yu Se and Su Mu Xi.

"Meow..." Mo Jingyao first pauses for a moment, then gives a light cry. Then he releases his hand, and his body falls into a free fall and falls directly on the lawn under the balcony.

Knowing that sumuxi was in the room of metaphor, Mo Jingyao controlled his falling voice. He was absolutely silent.

The moment of landing, he came to a neat forward roll, and then steadily eliminated the sound.

Then, the first to rush into the balcony metaphor color, see did not see Mo Jingyao.

With a sigh of relief, she held the railing and looked down. A dark shadow flashed quickly. When Sumu river was seen in her morning coat, the figure had already left.

In fact, even the metaphor color did not see whether the man was mo Jingyao.

Su Mu River also stood on the railing, "strange, the cat this animal landing is no sound, but just the cat landing sound is quite loud."

Yu se lowered his head and swept to the place where he had just made a sound, and became suspicious.

Just then, she saw a small red box on the balcony floor.

At first glance, the small box is a box full of gold ornaments. It is exquisite and beautiful.

At a glance, the figurative color understood that the sound just came from the falling of this thing.

Yes, only the sound of the box.

Mo Jingyao was careless this time. She and Su Muxi almost caught him.

But even if he disappeared, it was just that he was gone.

The box on the ground is still there.

The metaphor took two quick steps, just blocking the small box.

She now hoped that Sumu river would never find Mo Jingyao, nor the box.

As a result, more and more afraid of what, more and more.

"Xiaose, there seems to be a red sandalwood gift box behind you. Go and see what it is?"She also wanted to know what gold ornaments were in the gift box, but when she rushed to the small gift box, all that flashed through her mind was mo Jingyao.

He did come.

But also in a hurry to come and go in a hurry, even a cup of cold white open did not drink.

Mo Jingyao deserves it.

Who let him subvert his image in front of her again and again.

It's like a thief just now.

However, when I think of the word "thief", what flashed in my mind was mo Jingyao. Even if it was stealing, it was stealing.

Or steal her

Therefore, the metaphor of blushing directly rushed to the small gift box on the ground.

However, there was a figure faster than her. In a twinkling of an eye, she crossed the metaphor and bent over to pick up the small box.

Then he put it in his hand and swayed it, but there was no sound inside.

This man is Sumu river.

Looking at the small box in her hand, no matter how she shook it, she said with a smile, "guess what's in it. If you guess right, there's a prize."

"Really? How much is the reward? " The metaphorical eyes brightened. She was curious, and she wanted to guess.

"How about a million?" Su Muxi said jokingly.

The time when the little box appeared was so weird that she wanted to find out who put it down and left.

This is definitely someone sneaking into her villa.

Who is it?

No matter who it is, it is a threat to Jin's family.

As a result, sumuxi felt that it was dangerous for someone to sneak into the metaphor, so he listened to the metaphor: "a million dollars is OK, I accept it."

"Let's talk about what it is, and if it's right, one million cash will be cashed." Su Muxi is playing with the small box in her hand, and she is also aroused curiosity.

The metaphor is directly confused.

Now she can only see the shape of the small box. As for what is inside, I'm not sure.

"Girl, say it, let's just guess. It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong."

The metaphor took a deep breath and said with his own imagination: "it should be..."