Chapter 373

Nanqiao was sitting in the messy living room, his mind was in a mess, like he was knocked twice by a hammer, and he was in pain.

She pursed her pale lips, maintained the same movement, and sat in the same place for a long time until sister GUI called her, "madam."

"What's the matter with you, madam? Does it hurt? "

It is estimated that she should not, sister GUI's voice seems a little sharp, but it seems to penetrate the heavy fog, let the chaos in front of Nanqiao suddenly clear up.

"I'm fine."

Sister GUI helped her up. "Madam, if you have any injuries, I'll get some medicine for you."

"No, I'm ok," Nanqiao drew back his hand and looked down. There was really no obvious injury. "Didn't he let you go down to rest?"

Listening to her tone, she didn't mean to blame. As if she just asked casually, sister GUI said, "when I hear that my husband's car has left, I'll come to see if you have any orders."

In fact, she came to have a look at her husband's gloomy face.

"I'm fine. You go down." Nanqiao goes to the second floor.

Sister GUI looked at the mess of the land. "I'll clean up, madam. You go up and have a rest."

Nanqiao went into the bedroom on the second floor, spread out his palm, and found that there was a piece of blue on his wrist.

She closed her eyes tightly and fell on the bed, but her mind was in a mess. One was mo Beicheng, and the other was the shabby, cramped, airless and smelly basement.

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Mo Beicheng drives to Qiao Jinhuai. He originally wanted to go to Yan Jinzhi. After all, Qiao Jinhuai stayed up two nights in a row, and his face looks terrible this morning. But think about it, Yan Jinzhi is probably in a mess recently, so forget it.

Qiao Jinhuai is still up.

He hasn't eaten porridge since morning. The first thing he does when he comes home is to order takeout and take a bath.

For the first time since he was born, he didn't take a bath for three days and didn't change his clothes. He smelled that he smelled bad.

As soon as he got out of the bath, he heard someone knocking on the door. He thought it was a takeout. He went to open the door while looking at his mobile phone. He didn't lift his head and said, "just put it on the table."

After two steps, I felt that the footsteps were not right. Looking back, I saw Mo Beicheng come in with a frosty face. He sat down on the sofa and put his legs on the coffee table. He leaned back into the back of the chair.

"Order another one."

Qiao Jinhuai

This looks like a quarrel.

He ordered another order, went to sit down, "I'll get the quilt, you clean the room."

He doesn't have a servant at home. He comes by himself.

"No more."

Mo Beicheng's eyes were deep and cold. Even if he was sitting there with such a lazy appearance, he was also full of indescribable spirit.

Qiao Jinhuai sleepy leaning against the armrest, hand face, "you this with a constipation face is to do?"

Mo Beicheng frowned coldly, and his lips moved when he spoke, "go and get the wine, and have a drink with me."

It's afternoon now. Qiao Jinhuai hasn't had a good meal these days. He hasn't got any rice since this morning. He's so hungry that his eyes are green. He has no strength to get wine for him: "go and get it by himself. I'll starve to death."

Mo Beicheng gets up to get the wine. Qiao Jinhuai doesn't have a special interest in wine. The wine in his house is used to support the facade and decorate the wine cabinet, so it's very expensive and hard to find.

He specially picked the most expensive bottle, just when the doorbell rang, he went to open the door by the way.

"Take out, sir."

Mo Beicheng looked at Qiao Jinhuai lying on the sofa like a corpse, "put it on the tea table in the living room."

Qiao Jinhuai sat up straight, "third brother, it's still you..." his eyes fell on the wine in Mo Beicheng's hand, "lying trough, you are naked revenge for me, drowning my worries with wine. You don't need such a tall wine. When you go down, you go out of the community and turn right. There's a tobacco and wine shop. You buy a bottle of Wuliangye. It's powerful, but you don't need supplies. Don't you take a bottle of red wine and niuyin?"

Mo Beicheng turned a deaf ear to his words and took care of himself to open the bottle opener and pour himself a cup.

Qiao Jinhuai rolled his eyes. The accusation was a accusation, but he didn't grab it from him. It was just a bottle of wine. He didn't care.

Look, he hasn't slept for three days and three nights in a row and has been swept out of the house by a woman. It's better to sympathize with him.

He took off the lid of the lunch box and began to eat.

The taste is general, the appearance is general, and after a long time, the color of vegetables is not bright.

Qiao Jinhuai is not picky either. He just ordered at meituan, and he didn't point to what the star chef did. Now he is tired, hungry and sleepy. He just wants to eat up and go to bed.