Chapter 246

Mo Beiting is watching.

Thin lips close, handsome sexy face tight!

According to Shen Yiqiao's speed, it is estimated that it will take ten minutes to get into the hall.

Mo Beiting directly hugged her. The skirt of the wedding dress was dragged on the ground. Sister Rong quickly held her in her arms.

For a while, Yi Qiao was already in Mo Beiting's arms. He was already dizzy, which made him more uncomfortable.

Eyes closed and the whole face twisted.

The man holding her walked in, drooping eyes, voice pale and hoarse, "I'm sorry, nothing to tell you first, because I think I can come back, it's my lack of consideration, not next time."

Yi Qiao didn't speak, also didn't struggle, he made up his mind to hold her, she also couldn't break away.

It's better to keep your strength.

Besides, she is really sick and has no strength to move.

In winter, she has been running for more than half of Linjiang in her wedding dress and standing at the door of the ward for several hours. No matter how strong her body is, it's easy to break down. What's more, she has no physical resistance.

She leaned on his chest, listening to the man's clear, steady heartbeat hitting the eardrum, and then opened her eyes when the pain eased. The voice line had a kind of careless hoarseness, "who can say the future, this time is a threat, maybe next time you really die, you have to go to the funeral party..."

The man's arm tightened, pursed a bit of cold smile, "not happy can scold me."

Yi Qiao was hurt by his raw strangulation, the spirit is not very good squint eyes, "I curse her, heartache?"

"No

After that, without saying a word, Mo Beiting took her to the second floor, put her on the sofa, pulled the quilt and wrapped her tightly.

Order also holding wedding dress skirt Rong elder sister: "to put the bath water."

Yi Qiao seems to be very tired, close eyes shrink in quilt, a pair of don't want to talk, don't want to take care of his appearance.

She didn't have a fever this time, but she felt worse than a fever.

It hurts all over the body.

From muscle pain to bone pain.

She tried to curl up several times to relieve the feeling.

"Parents back to Lulin?"

He went to the hotel today. The front desk said that he had checked out. He called the airline to check. Shen Jianyan and Chen Qing fixed the ticket to Lulin at three o'clock.

He just finished saying this sentence, originally good good good good sitting Yi Qiao suddenly stood up.

A sharp pain came from Mo Beiting's instep. He bowed his head. The heel of the woman's high-heeled shoes was stepping on his instep.

This ruthless force is estimated to be eager to trample him to death!

Yi Qiao fire big push him toward the back, red and white alternate on the face, raise a hand to point to the gate, "go out."

Mo Beiting was trampled by her feet, and her whole body muscles were tense. Her push seemed as weak as a cat's tickling. Taking advantage of the situation, he wrapped her hand, took the woman's slender waist and pressed her in his arms. He thought that Yiqiao was suddenly emotional because the Shen family made trouble for her. "Did her parents say something? I'm sorry. I'll go to the Shen family and apologize myself. "

Yi Qiao's breathing for a while hastily rises, pupil Mou opens big, "roll."

She wriggled, regardless of the consequences of struggling to push him, fingernails unconsciously in his hand back to grab a few bright red marks, the man clasped her hand, looked at her new nails, "it's time to cut nails."

"Mo Beiting, do you hear me? Get out now and immediately. I don't want to see you for a minute."

There was impatience and boredom in his angry voice.

This kind of feeling of punching on the cotton made her very weak. It seemed that no matter how she made trouble, it didn't help.

Mo Beiting clasped her waist with one hand, and pressed her back with the other hand. She did not say a word and let her step on it.

These feet are going to swell for several days!

At first, the designer who designed high-heeled shoes didn't know if he was dumped too much by men. Every time he couldn't find the weapon to weigh his hand, he designed such a abnormal thing.

Damn it.

It hurts to step on it.

No matter how noisy Yiqiao was, Mo Beiting was not moved, did not hide or speak, and let her vent without any expression.

Yi Qiao see him this pair of dead appearance, make for a while oneself also have no energy, on the contrary tired no good, "you get out of the way, I go to take a bath."

Her head is more and more heavy, more and more painful, and Mo Beiting can't get rid of it. Her whole body is wrapped with his breath, which makes Yi Qiao bored.

In his voice, there was obvious impatience, even no sign of trying to cover up, "are you brain sick? I told you to get out of here, don't you understand? "