Chapter 324

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Mo beitingding's restaurant is a very emotional French restaurant. Yiqiao has never been here, but I have seen it introduced in magazines before. The boss is a French couple. The food here is commented as the best among the authentic French dishes in Linjiang.

A private room for two.

The light is dark just right. It has that kind of hazy feeling and doesn't appear frivolous.

Mo Beiting frowned and smelled. He sat reading a magazine. Yiqiao opened the door, but he didn't answer. He just flipped the pages of the book with no grace.

Yi Qiao

She walked over and sat down beside him. It was a single seat. Even though Yiqiao was thin, it was crowded to sit in.

So that Mo Beiting had to put an arm on the back of the chair. From the action, it was more like holding her.

"Third brother, I'm sorry."

Mo Beiting was gloomy and indifferent. He didn't look up and said, "no, I'm sorry. If you can't have dinner, you can have supper."

Armed, full of complaints, coupled with his bad face, like a very aggrieved proud woman.

Yi Qiao

She doesn't have the experience to deal with this kind of situation. Before, Lu Yan was very angry with her. He held his arm and shook it twice, and then gave him a kiss.

So Yi Qiao leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "or shall we change places?"

When she came in just now, she saw that there were no guests outside, and the waiter was already getting ready for work.

When Yi Qiao's lips left his face, Mo Beiting quickly grabbed her waist, leaned over and pressed her on the armrest of the sofa, buttoned her chin and accurately stuck her lips.

Pry open her lips and teeth, quickly and violently hook up her tongue, in every corner of the fine sweep.

His kiss was so strong that Yiqiao couldn't refuse it.

Until Yi Qiao couldn't bear it, frowning and pushing him, Mo Beiting released her lips and held her tightly.

The man was indifferent and expressionless. "Next time, don't use the way to deal with that man on me. If you want to make me happy, you should kiss me here." he pointed to his lips. "In the way just now, I don't like dragonfly skimming water. That's the literary line of hypocritical people. I'm a soldier, coarse."

Yi Qiao's lips are all bitten by him, burning pain.

She glared at him. "It hurts."

"No pain, no memory. If you dare to stand me up next time, I'll clean you up in bed."

"When I went, Lu ran was awake, but his state was not right, so I stayed in the ward for a little longer," she said with her eyes drooping, her tone was not obvious and bleak, and she listened carefully and faintly: "Lu Ran's imprisonment has already made Lu's parents unable to bear it. If she is crazy again..."

For her, mental problems are just like illness, but the diseases that need medicine and surgery are different. But ordinary people don't think so. In their eyes, mental problems are no different from insanity.

Mo Beiting sneered, slightly disdained, "if you don't learn to let go, his problem is not only crazy, not far from death. His fragile endurance is not only related to family doting, but also to your connivance. You help him pick the burden that originally belonged to him, and let him think that he can not carry the burden, and let him take it for granted that you should be their family, His parents gave. "

It began to rain outside.

The rain beat on the glass, making a dense broken sound, which made the room more and more silent.

Mo Beiting's words are like thunder. Yiqiao subconsciously wants to deny them, but she has no right to deny them.

What he said is right.

She hurt Lu ran.

By the end of Mo Beiting's order, Lu's family and she are like two strands of rope, which have been tightly twisted. It's impossible to let her go in a short time.

Since he didn't get divorced, he had to let himself adapt to this almost morbid relationship.

The wife's ex boyfriend's family.

He got up, picked up the clothes on the back of his chair and put them on. "Let's go."

At this point, most of the restaurants were closed. Mo Beiting didn't want to bother and was really hungry, so he chose a clean stall.

It's almost twelve o'clock after dinner.

On the way back, Yi Qiao naturally leans in his arms. She squints, a little sleepy, but she can't sleep.

The man's generous and warm palm caresses her face, and the thin cocoon in the palm gently rubs the delicate skin on her face. This is the first time that Yi Qiao has been married for so long that she is lying in his arms like this.

She looked at him, long eyelashes in the eyelids below cast a layer of faint, but also blurred the mood in her eyes when she spoke, "third brother, I'm sorry, and, thank you."