Chapter 183

She doesn't like Yi Qiao, simply because she thinks that Shen Yi Qiao robbed the third brother!

This is different from when she first knew that Mo Beiting and Chen Baimo were dating. After all, three years is easier for her to accept that one than flash marriage. At least she was defeated.

But Shen Yiqiao suddenly became Mo Beiting's wife.

How willing she is!

Xiao nianen stares at Shen Yiqiao who comes down from the upstairs. She is wrapped in a nightgown and her hair is scattered on her shoulders. She is very thin but exquisite.

As she approached, she saw the ambiguous kisses on her neck.

Not much.

But the third brother's restraint is really rare.

"Third brother, do you kiss her?"

Mo Beiting pressed the center of his eyebrows and picked them up. Some of them couldn't laugh or cry. "She's my wife. Who else can I kiss if I don't kiss her?"

"You mean you kiss whoever your wife is?"

Mo Beiting couldn't keep up with Xiao nianen's brain circuit. He looked up and saw Yi Qiao leaning against her. He was looking at her with a lazy smile and seemed to be waiting for his answer.

Mo Beiting coughed awkwardly, but looked at Yi Qiao and asked, "what do you want to eat?"

Xiao nianen is ignored, she is not angry, but toward Shen Yiqiao provocative hook lips.

The third brother doesn't admit it, that is, he has no special feelings for her.

Sooner or later, there will be a divorce.

Yi Qiao's facial expression does not change of walk down, "allow elder sister?"

"In the kitchen."

Xiao nianen's mobile phone rang. When he saw the caller ID, he was scared out of his wits.

Her brother.

If you know she's coming to Mo Beiting again, you'll have to skin her!

She waved to Mo Beiting, burning her ass like, "third brother, the emperor urges me to retreat. I'm waiting for your divorce."

Mo Beiting

Yi Qiao

Xiao nianen left like wind.

Yi Qiao stares at her back figure, curved lip, "you this younger sister, return really lovely."

She went to the kitchen to find sister Rong.

The wrist is grabbed by the man, she directly a stagger fell back to his arms, "you curse your marriage, always so magnanimous?"

"Do we still need to curse our marriage? Isn't it always on the cliff? "

Mo Beiting looked at her without expression.

Let her go.

Yi Qiao has the habit of drinking a cup of warm water when she gets up. Sister Rong has already prepared it for her. She leans against the door frame of the kitchen and drinks water slowly.

"Sometime, we'll go back to Mo's house."

His manner was calm, as if he just mentioned it casually, without any serious meaning.

Yi Joe was almost choked and coughed by his words.

This man, absolutely on purpose!

"Wait a little longer."

Mo Beiting's mother didn't like her.

She didn't want to be upset.

I don't want to make this marriage more complicated.

Mo Beiting sneered, "wait a while? How long will it take for us to get divorced? "

The man's handsome and indifferent face showed a little annoyed, mixed with a little light desolation.

"Shen Yiqiao, a man said he would take a woman back to see his parents. Don't you understand the meaning?"

His eyes, like the sharpest ice blade, pierced into Yi Qiao's heart with an irresistible force.

She was in a complicated mood. She slightly twisted her eyebrows and turned her eyes.

The place where he held his wrist was like a soldering iron.

It's very hot!

She licked her lips. "Mo Beiting, we're going to divorce sooner or later."

It's cloudy today, but it's muggy.

Because of Yi Qiao's health, the villa seldom turns on the air conditioner since autumn.

At the moment, the hot and dry air in the living room is depressing the heavy dull burning feeling!

This is a kind of torture for Mo Beiting, who is afraid of heat. Fortunately, he doesn't spend much time at home during the day, and the weather is cooler at night.

At this point.

With a clear sense of sweat.

This makes the man who is born with the habit of cleanliness even colder, and his eyebrows and eyes are full of the cold meaning of evil.

Yi Qiao only saw the tall, cold and indifferent man raise his hand and pull open the top button of his shirt.

His shirt button had been untied two, such a rude pull, almost to the end.

Show skin color, sexy chest and abdomen.

In fact, she is a little absent-minded, fingernails unconsciously fiddle with the edge of the cup, in front of a dark, Yi Qiao feel a shadow down, Mo Beiting's body has forced her.