Chapter 670

"Well What Your boyfriend is nice to you. Your fingerprints are recorded in his fingerprint lock. You must be rational and don't make any more noise with him OTA still advised.

"I see. If he dares to quarrel with me again, I will directly abolish him. I can do it." With a smile, Yu se entered the villa.

Outside the gate, OTA and Luo Meiyu enviously looked at the yuse who went in. Luo Meiyu opened the mouth first, "yuse, this car is probably sent by her boyfriend. There is such a deep villa here. Yuse is so lucky."

"Beautiful and capable, she deserves the best man. Let's go." You can see the fingerprint of the villa with your own eyes.

Can open on behalf of Yu se often come here, the people in this is her relatives.

"OTA, you are not bad. In terms of business ability and appearance, you do not compare color difference." She was a little sour when she found that metaphor was both a luxury car and a luxury house.

"Meiyu, get in the car." Luoyu's envious look at luomei's eyes is full of envy.

She envies metaphor, but she doesn't envy it. She has witnessed it with her own eyes. She is a beautiful girl with real skills, and her ability is possessed by any nurse. If it is not special, it is nothing.

Seeing what Yu se has, she will only let herself work harder to face life.

"OTA, you can drive. I've driven it once. I'll have a good time. Otherwise, I'll be soft as soon as I drive. In case of touching the vehicle, her boyfriend may tear me up." Has the final say, "

," no matter what, since the car has been given to Yu color, the metaphor is the owner of this car. What happens is supposed to be the same as the color. You're welcome to take the seat.

However, before OTA started his car, lomiyu said, "I've only heard of this villa area in the middle of the mountain. I didn't expect to come in today. I don't know if I can come in later. Even if I can come in later, it will be a long time later. Koda, would you drive us around the villa area and leave again?"

"All right." OTA didn't drink tonight. Her big aunt came and her stomach was uncomfortable. However, Luo Meiyu was wholeheartedly thinking about driving the car tonight. Fortunately, she really got what she wanted.

As a result, Porsche left villa 888.

Just left, a Bugatti Weihang drove into the villa.

After locating the mobile phone number of the metaphor, Mo Jingyao was full of disbelief when he tracked to his villa. At the moment, he did not see the car or the people. He was still nervous and worried.

After all, what he's tracking is just a metaphorical mobile phone.

But the metaphorical mobile phone may or may not be in her hand.

However, no matter who is in the hand, it is inconceivable that the mobile phone of metaphor has arrived at his own home.

If the positioning system had not told him that the mobile phone was really here, he thought he might not have gone home tonight.

Two cars, one leaving and the other entering, were only two or three minutes behind.

He didn't find that his heart beat a little faster. He rushed into the villa when he got out of the car. As soon as he opened the door, he called out: "metaphor, metaphor."

The villa became lively in an instant.

Luo Wanyi, dressed in morning clothes, rushed out of the bedroom and stood in front of the railings on the second floor, looking at Mo Jingyao, who had just entered the house. "Is Xiaose coming?" She was hypnotized by metaphor only when she and Liao Fei tortured their daughter. She remembered all the other things. The scene that she least wanted to remember was gone. Now she could face Mo Jingxi. Otherwise, she could not even face her own daughter. So now she is grateful to Yu se.

Because metaphor saved her and Mo Jingxi.

But thanks for what happened early this morning, she believed that Yu se would not come back to their Mohist School in a short time.

So Mo Jingyao called Yu se as soon as he entered the house. Luo Wanyi didn't believe that Yu se really came to her Mohist family.

Mo Jingyao glanced at his mother, nodded indifferently, and entered the elevator.

There is no metaphor in the hall on the first floor. Subconsciously, he wants to go to his bedroom to have a look. If there is no metaphor there, then

He couldn't think of it any more, and even his own monitoring system didn't have the courage to open it at this time.

"Jingyao, I'll go to Nanjing University at one time these two days. I'll explain it to Yu se. My mother will take care of your business and stand on your side." Luo Wanyi didn't care whether Mo Jingyao could hear it or not, so he finished.

Anyway, she does not have any prejudice to metaphor now, and she is committed to becoming her daughter-in-law.

Although, it is difficult.

Mo Jingyao went straight up to the top floor.

Out of the elevator straight to their bedroom, the heartbeat inexplicably began to accelerate.

As fast as a drum.

In his own bedroom, the door opened as soon as the fingerprints fell.Then, when you see the metaphor lying on the bed, a heart immediately relaxed.

The metaphor really came.

It proved that she was not angry.

Prove that she has him in her heart.

However, when he came to the bed and looked at the metaphor rolling on the bed, his eyes became deep.

"Mo Jingyao, where are you not in the room? If you come out, I will bite you and bite you hard. I will drink your blood and eat your meat. Mo Jingyao, I hate you, I hate you. "

Yu se slightly narrowed her eyes and whispered. When she talked about hate, her expression was gnashing her teeth. It can be seen that she really wanted to bite his flesh.

She was drunk, otherwise she would not have been rolling around in his bed and reciting this sentence that opened his eyes.

She's drunk now. She's drunk. She's really drunk.

It should be all because of him that she was so drunk.

They all said that the truth was told after drinking, which could be confirmed by every word she had just said.

He made her angry.

Sitting on the bed with a sigh, Mo Jingyao gently grasps the figurative hand.

Then, take her hand, little by little, pull the girl into his arms.

After hearing what moson said in the morning, and after she left him outside her dormitory building, he thought he would never see him again today.

But I didn't expect that in the meantime, Yu se sent himself to the door.

Suddenly he was grateful for the liquid called wine.

If she hadn't drunk too much, she would never have given herself to his bedroom.

This night, metaphor is the best gift from God.

None of them.