Chapter 252

Yi Qiao angrily glared at him and pulled his pajamas into the quilt and put them on.

Mo Beiting turned and went straight to the bathroom.

Yi Qiao lay down, quiet down just feel, before not obvious dull pain from both sides of the temple continuously.

The whole forehead and the top of the head are bursting with pain!

She raised her hand to explore the temperature. She didn't have a fever. It was lower than usual, but she still felt the hot air coming out of her body.

It's hard.

She was worried about Chen Qing in the hospital. She woke up when she left, but she didn't know if there were any sequelae!

Yiqiao takes out her mobile phone. Her father won't answer her phone. She is thinking, who else can help her to see the situation.

Muzi is back home.

Chu Jin?

She's been troubling him enough.

Yiqiao unconsciously pinches the home key on the mobile phone and accidentally lights up the screen, which shows several dimensions of wechat.

Open the door.

Two are seasonal: Joe, forgive me for not coming to your wedding.

Ji Yunan, the son of a bitch, didn't say that he would take some photos or ask for any questions when he came to the wedding. He was pulling a dead man's face all day long and wanted to die!

Shi Sheng didn't come because she was put under house arrest by Ji Yunan. She didn't tell Yi Qiao about it. She didn't want to worry about it. She called occasionally and just complained about Ji Yunan's dead face.

She said: nothing worth shooting.

The other is Muzi's: I'm back. I'm sorry I missed your wedding. I'll invite you to dinner tomorrow.

Muzi's grandfather passed away. This time, she went back to her hometown to deal with the aftermath and the house demolition in her hometown.

Yi Qiao calls Muzi.

"Why don't you call me if you don't enjoy your wedding night so late?"

"You help me to the 17th floor of the inpatient department of the central hospital and ask about the patients in bed 25."

Muzi had just finished eating outside. When she arrived at Linjiang railway station, it was already nine o'clock. She even had three meals of instant noodles. As soon as she got downstairs, she quickly found a place to eat, and the suitcase had not been put back.

"Who is in hospital?" She just asked by the way, Yi Qiao said that she had already twisted her luggage and stood by the side of the road to take a taxi.

Yi Qiao pressed forehead, "my mom."

"Auntie? Don't you have a wedding with Mo Beiting today? What's wrong with Auntie? "

Today's Mo family has been under pressure. There are no media reports, online or in newspapers.

So Muzi didn't know what happened at the wedding.

After she changed her job, she moved to a new place. It was a good night to stop the car. The driver helped her put her suitcase in the trunk. She gave her address, "Yiqiao, is something wrong?"

Aunt in hospital, Yi Qiao do not go in person, but call her to see, how all feel strange.

"It's a long story. Let's have a cup of Coffee tomorrow afternoon."

"Well," Muzi nodded, "Yiqiao, no matter what happens, don't think about it. There's me."

"Well, I'm fine."

After hanging up the phone for two minutes, Mo Beiting came out of the bathroom, covered with water vapor. He wiped the water off his body with a bath towel and then opened the quilt to lie in!

The Yi Qiao that the back turns round takes back, forcibly presses her head to press in front of his chest, "be good, I don't touch you."

Yi Qiao annoyed, toward him roar: "you don't touch me, let him give me quiet point."

"I want to be able to control him, my brain is squeezed by the door, and I lie with you to abuse myself."

Yi Qiao

She didn't understand that.

At least I didn't hear what he was trying to say!

Mo Beiting looked at her without expression, anger began to come up again, forced her head down, pressed it on his chest, gritted his teeth and said: "you are a bitch, you have to flatter a woman who doesn't like you."

Yi Qiao

Mo Beiting held her head and took the cell phone.

Click on an unread message: three less, people have been intercepted at the airport.

To the villa of Yayuan on the east bank.

Mo Beiting was not used to sending short messages. He pressed a few words for a long time before finally sending them out.

After texting, he muted his mobile phone, threw it on the bedside table, turned off the light and lay down, "sleep."

Yiqiao can't sleep. She's waiting for Muzi's call.

Half an hour later, the mobile phone prompted a new wechat.

She turned around from Mo Beiting's arms, took her cell phone and opened it.

It's made of wood.

My aunt was transferred to another hospital. I asked the doctor. There was no serious problem or sequela, just some skin injuries.