Chapter 647

Go to sleep. I'm going to school tomorrow.

First drive your daily necessities to the past, ventilate the dormitory and clean it. Then the school will officially open the day after tomorrow.

Think about it, expect it, get excited.

The new environment is the university life that every girl yearns for.

Although it's not my ideal university, I feel relieved when I think of ANN ma.

Although there is some Buddha nature, she thinks she can accept it if it is to let a person survive better.

Because accept, the mood is naturally happy.

However, when I really turned off the light and wanted to go to bed, the metaphor was awkward.

She found that she seemed to be used to the company of Mo Jingyao every night.

Now it's sumuxi. Although Ganma treats her like a daughter, she can't sleep.

But because there is Sumu river nearby, metaphor color also dare not toss and turn over the influence of Sumu River sleep.

Stiff lying there counting sheep, unconsciously fell asleep, but sleep a little late.

Because I sleep late, when I wake up, it's already getting better.

But because it was not the official day of the school, so sumuxi didn't wake her up. She slept to wake up naturally.

The curtains in the bedroom block out the sunlight.

If it was not for the wall clock to remind her that it was already more than nine o'clock in the morning, the metaphor would have thought it was the dark sky.

Seeing the time, she "Teng" jumped out of bed, quickly rushed into the bathroom to wash out, changed clothes and rushed downstairs, "godmother, where are you?"

I didn't even see the godmother when I woke up.

I feel a little flustered.

As a result, she rushed out of the elevator. It was not sumuxi nor Jin Chengguo that caught her eyes, but Mo Jingyao, who was sitting quietly on the sofa.

At this time, the man should have heard her voice, was looking up at her, and then, only one eye, he stood up, tall body special eye-catching, "small color, I'll take you home for breakfast."

"This..." Yu se turns to see the Sumu river that has come out of the kitchen. He doesn't know how to refuse.

Mo Jingyao also followed her line of sight to the Sumu River, and then slowly said: "aunt Su knows that you like to eat small steamed buns at home, and has authorized you to go home to eat this morning."

"Er, Mo Jingyao, I agreed that Xiaose would go to your house to eat her favorite steamed buns, but I didn't admit that it was Xiaose's home. You didn't even marry her. Don't talk about taking her home. Xiaose's home is my home, not yours." All the homes except her are not metaphorical.

"OK, I'll take Xiao se to my house for breakfast." Mo Jingyao then calmly changed his mouth.

Su Mu river immediately looked at Mo Jing Yao like a monster. "I didn't expect Mo Shao to be a good boy. You could have said that, so as not to waste my breath."

"Good."

Then, with the word "good", Mo Jingyao looked at him with the same expression as a monster

Today's Mo Jingyao is really "good".

It's a little bit beyond her imagination.

Inexplicably, he was a little flustered by the metaphor of Mo Jingyao.

As if he had been calculated by him, he went to his house and felt as if he had been planted on a pirate ship at any time.

But at this time, she said not to go some bad, "godmother, I'll go first, another day I'll see you and godfather, godfather's disease was only yesterday, pay attention to diet, I told him yesterday what can eat, try not to eat."

"Well, I'll stare at him. If he doesn't listen, I'll give him a good beating. We women should be tough. We can't be suppressed by men. Otherwise, we'll die of suffocation, Xiaose. Remember?"

Yu se looks at Mo Jingyao with a funny look. The man's face is a little gloomy. As a result, she is about to open her mouth when she hears Mo Jing Yao's warm voice: "aunt Su, don't worry. I always listen to her words with Xiaose."

"It's almost the same, Xiaose. If you can't buy anything short, you can't tell Ganma." Su Muxi's eyes at Mo Jingyao finally look better.

"Well, I remember." Yu se didn't dare to say that she didn't have to worry about sumuxi. She thought that if she said it, sumuxi would definitely jump up.

She's a godmother. She's closer to her mother.

When he came out of Jin's house, Mo Jingyao took the metaphor's hand and walked to 888 with ten fingers clasped.

It's so close that you don't need to drive at all. It's only a few steps away.

"Mo Jingyao, did you do something that I'm sorry for?" Today's Mo Jingyao is so good that the metaphor has a kind of hairy feeling.

"No Mo Jingyao shook his head, "after breakfast, I'll take you to Nantah."

"Don't you have to work? I'll just go with Ann. " Yu se walks with his head twisted. His eyes are always on Mo Jingyao's face. He wants to find something from his face.The man is so good that she is not used to it.

"I don't go to work today. I'll take you to school."

"Well, you're not afraid to be exposed?" He didn't think of his persistence.

"Not afraid."

"Well, if someone finds out that you sent me to Nantah, how do you explain my relationship with you?" The old God asked Mo Jingyao.

The air seemed to be stagnant. After asking this sentence, the metaphor felt that it was difficult to breathe.

Mo Jingyao's hand is still holding the metaphor.

It seems that they don't care about the people they meet and see.

It seemed that he could not hate her.

But men's thin lips have always been light pursed.

It is said that men with thin lips are the most affectionate. Mo Jingyao is not.

Seeing the two men walk into the gate of the villa of the Mohist family, Yu se thinks that he can't wait for Mo Jingyao to answer. He actually opens his mouth, "answer truthfully."

"Well, if you dare to answer truthfully, my college life is not too boring, no one pursues much and no fun."

"You are my Savior." As a result, Mo Jingyao gave such a sentence.

This absolute steel straight man's sentence, let Yu seshu's stunned, "so, your true answer is that I am your Savior?"

"Little color..." He was afraid that she would run away. He pulled her to stand under a crape myrtle tree in the garden. "I only have you in my heart. You're safe."

The man's magnetic voice gently into the ear, just like cello music, washing the color of the heart, she raised her head to his eyes, four eyes relative, inexplicably as if by his cup of confusion, gently nodded, "good."

If life is just like the first sight, he is always the beautiful face when she first saw her. He has already entered her heart and can't be dyed any more.