Chapter 345

His heart was sour, and he also had some other emotions that he could not explain clearly, such as moving, but more deeply than moving. Instead of moving forward, he put a hand into his pants bag and retreated to a corner. His side face was warm, pale and precious, half squinting at the people in a hurry around him, "why do you go to AC?"

The posture of leaning against the wall is leisurely and lazy, full of noble childe style.

"For you." Women's voice is light and quiet, there is no shyness, there is no pettish, narrative tone is generally flat.

Nanqiao came to America to look for him.

The impulse of that moment made her run to the United States without reason.

The truth is that there's nothing to hide.

She came to find Mo Beicheng!

Mo Beicheng naturally knew how irrational impulse was hidden under such calm. It was not like what Nanqiao's character would do, at least not like what she would do now.

But she did.

So of course, there is no sense of disobedience.

Mo Beicheng smiles happily, and there are two shallow smile lines in the corner of his mouth. "Find a hotel nearby to have a rest and send me the location. I'll find you. It's a little long. You can sleep first."

He's in New York.

It takes about six hours to get to Los Angeles, plus waiting time for tickets.

Nanqiao didn't ask why. He said "yes" and asked the driver to change the way to the nearest hotel.

Mo Beicheng's ticket arrived in Los Angeles in the evening after an hour and a half. Nanqiao's hotel is near the airport, which is very iconic.

Find Nanjo's room.

He rang the doorbell and soon heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside. He stopped by the door and opened it.

Nanqiao had just taken a bath. She was in a clean white bathrobe with a skirt just to her knees.

The hair on her shoulders is still dripping. The fragrance of shampoo and shower gel are mixed together. It's not what she usually uses. It should be prepared in the hotel. The skin exposed outside is white and delicate, and it's smoked out a layer of pink by the heat.

She was wearing disposable slippers, one hand holding the door, and her eyes were focused on the dusty man in front of her.

There are obvious folds on the shirt, the usual smooth jaw out of the blue Hu slag, sexy and add a bit of ruffian.

He had red blood in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Yes."

She ordered the take out. She just finished it.

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Beicheng stepped in, took her by the waist, pressed her on the wall of the entrance, and gave her a firm kiss.

The door closes without support.

The isolated space makes Mo Beicheng's action more unbridled.

He buttoned Nanqiao's waist with one hand and pressed her tightly against his body. With the other hand, he pulled out the shirt tied in his suit pants, revealing the distinct muscles in his abdomen. The lines were clear and strong.

He was quick, even urgent, but still elegant.

Mo Beicheng sucked heavily on her lips. The next second, he bent down and hugged Nanqiao. He strode to the bedside and threw it directly.

He followed her closely, leaned over and trapped her under the body, supported her arm on her side, staring at her with burning eyes, biting every word very hard, "why do you come?"

"I..."

He bowed his head, bit her lips, and forced her to attack the city.

The tip of her tongue quickly swept every inch of her mouth.

It doesn't matter why she came. The important thing is that she came.

Mo Beicheng pressed her two hands in the quilt on her head with one hand. Nanqiao had almost no room for resistance.

The muscles of the man who pressed her were taut and bound her with an unshakable force.

Nanqiao is confused by his kiss, but somehow he thinks of Mo Beicheng's sentence: you are not cold, but the pituitary gland is not developed, so you are slow.

So, is she frigid or hypophysis not fully developed?

Listening to him calling her name, Nanqiao's free mind was sober for a few minutes. He was ready to agree, but he tightened his hands fiercely by his next action, and his nails made a long red mark on his back.

Mo Beicheng gave a little "sizzle" and stopped. He looked at her with a smile: "I'm going to break my face again. At that time, I'll be full of scratches on my back. How can I say that? Scratched by a little wild cat? "

"Mo Beicheng."

Nanqiao stares at him.

Mo Beicheng laughed and stopped talking to her.

This time, he was more powerful than any other, and almost tore her down.