Chapter 692

He opened the door quietly and sat in.

Mo Jingyao started the car.

Bugatti soon drove out of the city.

Driving on the suburban road, she didn't remember where he was going until some familiar Panshan road fell into her eyes.

It was his castle like villa in the mountains.

She remembers.

She didn't expect that he just wanted to give her an answer, so she came to such a quiet place.

Gently turn the head, the man's look is very solemn, also very cold su.

Thinking of the conditions she asked for, she realized that her condition might have embarrassed him.

"Mo Jingyao, is it hard to speak?" She really didn't understand, and she didn't believe that there was anything in the world that could be difficult for him.

"Click." Bugatti stops by the side of the road.

Just like that day a few months ago, Mo Jingyao also stopped his car on the side of this mountain road.

He first sat quietly for a while, then turned around and gently pulled Yu se into his arms. Then he tightened and tightened again, giving her no chance to resist. "Xiaose, I think I said, maybe we will break up completely."

He said, his forehead against her hair, with a little greedy breathing her breath, that kind of careful action infected with metaphor, let her involuntarily say: "you say, if it is not your fault, I will not break up."

Mo Jing Yao Shu released the metaphor color, and then a pair of xiugu jade long hands held her face, "really?"

"Really." Yu se looks at Mo Jingyao calmly. This is definitely the first time that she has seen such a flustered Mo Jingyao. It seems that the sky is going to fall, but he can't lift up that day.

"I'll just say it's not my fault. Is that ok?"

Yu se pointed his finger on Mo Jingyao's forehead, "you don't want to muddle through. You don't think it's better to tell me that it's better for me to share it with you. Maybe the things you think the sky is falling down will come to me with light clouds and clear wind."

Mo Jingyao fixed to look at the metaphor, yes, her small face is always light and clear.

That's because she didn't know the seriousness of the matter.

But he knows how serious it is.

As for her calm and calm expression, Mo Jingyao knew that he could never be compared by a little girl. He sipped his thin lips lightly. He said in a low voice: "I haven't had dinner yet. I'll talk while eating."

Then he let go of her, restarted the car, and drove across Panshan road. When Bugatti drove into the villa in the mountains, the fresh and incomparable air was blowing, and the metaphorical heart became clearer.

Getting out of the car, he took her hand and walked into the villa.

Before entering the villa, Yu se looked back at the starry sky in the mountains and was far away from the lights of thousands of families. In this place, it seems that there are only two of them left in the world. The stars are bright, the sky is blue, the night is gentle and beautiful.

She remembered that the last time he came here, Mo Jingyao easily turned the cold food in the refrigerator into rich food, and all of them were her favorite food.

At this time, she was wondering whether her favorite food was stored in every villa of his.

Sure enough, this time, Yu se only brushed the mobile phone for half an hour, and the dining table was very rich.

A bottle of red wine, two goblets.

There is also a wild chrysanthemum picked in the garden by Mo Jingyao who just went out to Villa temporarily and put it in a vase quietly.

Mo Jingyao first ate quietly for a while, as if only in this way can eliminate some of the chaos in his heart.

For a long time, Yu se, who was almost full, raised his goblet and ran into Mo Jingyao's, "come on, I'll listen. I promise it's not a big event of the sky falling down."

Mo Jingyao looked at the ripples of the red liquid in the goblet and opened his mouth slowly, "later, later, OK?"

He said to Mo Jingyao's eyes, "Er, Mo, when have you been such a mother-in-law? You really make me despise you. I despise you more than women. I despise you on behalf of women."

"Oh, good." Mo Jingyao shrugged his shoulders, then lifted up the red wine in the glass, and then filled himself with liquor.

He was a man who had almost died once. He had already taken a long view of everything except metaphor.

"Mo Jingyao, you are not a man any more." The metaphor is more speechless.

"Xiaose, do you believe in your life?" The man suddenly asked.

"Yu se Wei Zheng," how do you ask

"Don't you think that at that time I was dying, just you and no one else came into my life, everything was destined by God?" Mo Jingyao earnestly pondered the past, and his eyebrows finally returned to the same kind of elegant and calm as before.

"Mo Jingyao, what do you want to say

"At that time, I was in a coma, and even the doctor announced that I was powerless. Normally, as my parents, I was buried. At most, I was given a grand funeral ceremony, but my mother always insisted on finding me a daughter-in-law. Ha ha, then she chose you."Yu se looks at Mo Jingyao, but he seems to be immersed in the memories of the past, with a smile on his lips. At this time, he is quite calm, and it can be regarded as the return of the normal Mo Jingyao.

"At that time, the person who approved the eight characters for me and you said that my jade represents the fate between you and me."

"So if you lose the jade, you feel that the fate between me and you is exhausted?" Yu se Meng looks at Mo Jing Yao, but she doesn't know that he believes it.

Mo Jingyao suddenly laughed. "I don't believe it completely. You see, after losing it for such a long time, we are also good together."

"Well, it's been good." Although there are occasional disputes, but in the end, they will be as good as ever. Every time they argue, their feelings will be sublimated.

This is the emotional process that each pair of lovers must take.

"So, I never feel like our fate is over."

"Then why do you resist my engagement?" At this point, metaphor goes straight to the theme.

This matter has made her uncomfortable for several days. If Mo Jingyao doesn't talk about it, she will be choked mad.

She was really uncomfortable.

But looking at Mo Jingyao in front of him, he seems to be more painful than her.

Let's just say it.

She can also know why he is happy. It is better to face two people together than one.

After all, two people are more powerful. It's better for two people to comfort each other than for one to carry.

Mo Jingyao held up his goblet again, and then he finally made up his mind to open his mouth