Chapter 357

Nanqiao was a little hurt by him. He frowned and didn't say a word.

But the more silent she was, the more forceful Mo Beicheng pinched her.

Finally——

Nanqiao could not help but let out a cry.

Mo Beicheng relaxed his strength, looked into her eyes and said coldly, "you want to ask, is it me, right?"

As soon as he leaned forward, he forced Nanqiao to lean against the back of the chair. His eyes narrowed a little coldly, and he bit his teeth and said, "it's me."

pierce to the heart of the matter.

It was the softest place in Nanqiao's heart.

Her eyelashes trembled a little, and Mo Beicheng bowed his head to kiss her. He was fierce and unrestrained, without any tenderness. He clasped her jaw with one hand, forcing her to bear his aggression.

Although the windows are covered with film, the front windshield and the glasses on both sides of the front seats are not covered with one-way perspective film. As long as you pay more attention to the outside, you can still see it.

What's the difference between this and the public.

Nanqiao resists to push away Mo Beicheng, and some wrongly wipes the part on his lips that he bites.

bleeding.

Mo Beicheng's voice was angry, "pain? You deserve it

Don't turn a blind eye to Nanqiao.

She didn't know what her grievance was. It was probably because she was used to being spoiled by Mo Beicheng that she became more and more sentimental.

Here comes the traffic police.

The front two rear end cars also drove to the side to negotiate.

The traffic began to move. Mo Beicheng's car was in the front, and the horn behind him became a string, urging him to go quickly.

Mo Beicheng started the car, his cold face was very tight, and the back of his hand holding the steering wheel was bulging.

The atmosphere in the car is tight.

No one spoke.

When he got to Repulse Bay, Mo Beicheng stopped, opened the car door and went straight inside. He didn't take charge of Nanqiao, the co pilot.

Nanqiao stops in the car for a few seconds and opens the door, but Mo Beicheng is gone.

After a few steps, she didn't want to go. She sat on the chair under the street lamp, gazing at a Chimonanthus tree in the garden with her knees around.

Later, the line of sight moved to the second floor master bedroom.

The man stood on the balcony smoking, pure black and fine texture coat and white shirt, slender and straight figure, snow-white light shining behind him, let his cold face completely in the shadow.

She can't see clearly.

Naturally, I don't know if Mo Beicheng has seen her again.

After a cigarette, Mo Beicheng turned and went in.

Nanqiao lowered her eyes. She could be sure now that he hadn't looked at her just now.

He just happened to smoke on the balcony, and their bedroom was facing the stool she was sitting on.

In half an hour.

She put down her foot on the stool.

It's a long curling position, and both legs are numb.

Mo Beicheng came out of the villa dressed in a dark home and stood in front of Nanqiao. His face was cold and indifferent. "Are you stupid?"

Nanqiao looked up at him. Under her black hair, she had a delicate, beautiful, indifferent and calm face. She said, "how did you come out?"

Mo Beicheng

Although he is still calm face, but the corner of his lips is slightly loose, the tone is still very fierce, "I don't come out, you plan to sit until tomorrow morning?"

Nanqiao shook his head and said seriously, "no, I'm going in."

There were cracks on Mo Beicheng's cold and calm face. He looked at her, strictly speaking, staring at her——

For a while.

He ignored Nanjo and turned in.

Nanqiao got up and gently hugged him from behind. "I'm sorry."

The man's figure was stiff, although he didn't respond to her, he didn't go any further.

Her side face was against his stout back. "I don't mean anything else."

The other meaning of this is to ask for a crime.

Mo Beicheng let her hold still, also did not speak, he did not want to admit that he was so easy to coax, a word to forgive her.

But two people deadlock a few seconds, he then clasped her ring in his waist one of the hands, dejected exhaled, not cold not light way: "go home."

Nanqiao's hands were frozen out of temperature. Mo Beicheng took her upstairs. When she entered the room, she began to pick her clothes without saying a word.

She pressed his hand, a serious face: "not yet."

"Oh," the man snorted and held her closer. His sharp eyes were dark and deep. He stared at her, "what do you think I want?"

Voice fell, did not intend to listen to her answer, directly pushed her into the bathroom.