Chapter 519

"Sure, pull it out." Luo Wanyi struggled for a while, but he couldn't get rid of Mo Jingyao's control.

He listens to the command of metaphor.

If it's someone else, he doesn't care.

However, it is a metaphor and another matter. Since the little woman wants to do this, she must have her reason.

"Well, it's useless for you to regret it after I pull it out. I won't give you any more needles. I'll ask again, Rodong, are you sure you want me to pull out the needle?"

"Sure, pull it out." Luo Wanyi insisted on urging metaphor.

Yu se nodded, "I'll pull it out. Don't ask me to give you another injection." The metaphor repeated, and then the hand.

When she blinks, she turns a lot of silver needles.

"Jingyao, let's go shopping." Yu se put the silver needle into his backpack and took Mo Jingyao's hand and left.

Mo Jingyao then let go of Luo Wanyi, but he still took a deep look at Luo Wanyi when he thought of the metaphor.

The two men walked out of the room together, and Mo Jingyao went to close the door.

At this time, Luo Wanyi behind her suddenly snorted, "my head hurts."

Before he could look back, he heard Yu se say: "she had something implanted in her brain. I had locked it with seven silver needles and it would not start again. But she insisted that I take off the silver needle."

"So, she had a headache because of what was implanted in her brain?"

"Yes." The metaphor is very firm.

Mo Jingyao nodded and understood.

However, the action of closing the door did not mean to stop at all.

Seeing the door close, Luo Wanyi in the door suddenly rushed over, "it hurts. I have a headache. Jingyao can help me."

Luo Wanyi tore her hair like crazy, and her hair looked like a little scary.

Mo Jingyao gave a slight pause and then continued to close the door.

However, when there was only a gap left in the door, Luo Wanyi held out her hand and blocked it. "Don't go. Jingyao can help me. My head hurts so much." Then, she grabbed the crack in the door.

Yu se pulls Mo Jingyao. As soon as he closes the door, Luo Wanyi opens the door and points to Yu se, "Yu se says that you can do witchcraft. Did you just use a silver needle to enchant me? Otherwise, how could my head suddenly hurt so much? "

"You have a headache every day. The average time for each pain is a few minutes. The pain at this moment is just a little heavier than before, and there is no big difference between it and the past. So, what reason do you have to say that I practiced witchcraft?"

"I don't care. You give me an injection and I get a headache." Luo Wanyi got confused.

"You, go and get my bag." All of a sudden, the color of the mouth.

But she said something that Luo Wanyi had said before.

Luo Wanyi was stunned, staring at the metaphor. This time, she didn't speak for a long time.

The color of Mo Jing Yao's eyes gradually deepened.

If he remembers correctly, Luo Wanyi has said this sentence twice before, one for him and the other for metaphor.

At that time, he thought that what she wanted was her own bag and the white powder in her bag.

However, when the metaphor said this sentence, Luo Wanyi's reaction was stupefied, as if thinking about something.

Even there is no confusion before, just like a machine that is running and suddenly stops running.

Calm let Mo Jingyao slightly frown.

Suddenly, Mo Jingyao's eyes lit up, "Xiaose, this sentence is the switch of that thing in her brain?"

He nodded, "it should be."

"You, go and get my bag." Mo Jingyao also learned to read out this sentence.

At the same time, her eyes were burning at Luo Wanyi.

Sure enough, he said this sentence. Luo Wanyi, who had been stunned, suddenly moved. She first held her head and shook her head like a splitting headache. "Jingyao, I have a headache. You can help me. Metaphor, you help me."

Maybe it's the headache this time. Luo Wanyi doesn't care what she said or did before. She just wants to avoid her headache.

As for the rest, it doesn't matter.

"I'm sorry, but there's no other way to relieve your headache except for you."

"Yu se, give me a needle. If you give me a needle, I will let Jingyao marry you. However, it depends on whether you are ordered to be his wife." Luo Wanyi holds her head and looks at the metaphorical expression in her eyes, which is definitely contradictory between love and hate.

This is in order to reduce her headache, not even the backbone, directly ask.

Standing on the side of Mo Jing's body, Yao's body is silent.At such a moment, metaphorical color can be used again for Luo Wanyi, or not for Luo Wanyi. Metaphor has her own freedom.

Remembering that Luo Wanyi insisted on pulling out the needle before, he was not able to export what he promised at this time.

Yu se sneered, "Luo Dong, I think you should understand that no matter whether you agree or not, Jingyao and I have always been together. Therefore, it is not your charity to marry Jingyao or not, and I don't need your consent."

Then she "pedaled" and ran down the stairs.

Behind him, Mo Jingyao looks at Yu Se and goes downstairs. Looking back on Luo Wanyi's insistence on Yu SE's pulling out the needle, she can't help frowning. "Mother, you let Yu se pull out the needle. Now that you have a choice, you should bear the consequences." With a strong pull of the big hand, Mo Jingyao shut Luo Wanyi into the room and locked the door directly.

Big long legs a few steps down the stairs, but catch up with the metaphor, two people have been to the street outside the hotel.

There were a lot of people, all local people queuing up to see a doctor.

Seeing the metaphor, they all give way. In their eyes, metaphor has always been a God.

In the past two days, the fame of Dr. Li and Dr. Zhang has also spread out, and both of them are leaders in the medical field.

Therefore, with their two old doctors, everyone is satisfied.

As for figurative color, she was asked to see a doctor once if she was predestined, and only two old doctors could be allowed to see her without fate.

Yu se goes very fast, but Mo Jing Yao still catches up with him, "Xiao se, has she been implanted into her brain?"

He nodded, "yes."

"How can it be? Implants are surgical. I've been with my mother for so many years, and I never knew she had brain surgery." Mo Jingyao's eyes are full of disbelief.

This cognition, too fantastic.