Mo Beicheng walked over quietly. Even after a fight, he still remembered her sleeping.

The woman's face is facing the sofa. Her half face is delicate and bright. Her hair is spread out on the armrest of the sofa. It's quiet around. Her even and subtle breathing can be heard.

Mo Beicheng squatted down beside her. In the dim light, he stretched out his hand to her face with great care.

Fingers on her cheek if there is no scratch.

The time is very short, a few seconds, or even shorter

Mo Beicheng bent down and hugged Nan Qiao and strode up the stairs.

It's not as easy to carry an adult woman upstairs with the same complexion as in the idol drama, but Mo Beicheng's holding her feels as if it really doesn't take much effort, his pace is steady, and his breath is well proportioned.

Nanqiao did not open his eyes, but tilted his head close to his chest, which is not the response of a sleeping woman.

Mo Beicheng looked down at her and pursed his lips.

The bedroom door.

He can't open the door. Nanqiao keeps his eyes closed. He stops for two seconds and kicks the door open.

Nanqiao opens his eyes and looks at the door. He bumps into the door and bounces back. Mo Beicheng raises his foot to block it.

“……”

Mo Beicheng took her in his arms, put Nanqiao on the bed and sat beside the bed.

See her lie still, indifferently ask, "oneself take off, or I help you take off?"

Nanqiao sat up, cross legged for convenience.

She reached out to hold the man's waist, leaned over, her head against his shoulder, "third brother."

Mo Beicheng pursed her lips and didn't refuse or respond, but it was a small matter. After losing her temper, his anger was almost gone. As soon as she was soft, he was not angry at all.

I just don't want to talk to her.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten off the bus quietly."

"That's it?"

He slightly raised his eyebrows to tell her that he was not satisfied with her apology.

South Qiao vertical Mou son, "mobile phone out of power, I should immediately find a place to charge, should not shut down, should not let you can't find people."

She lowered her head, so she didn't see Mo Beicheng. After she finished this sentence, the smile that had been raised in her eyes suddenly became a little complicated, and there was still some resentment. He lifted his thin lips and said, "it's a coincidence that both mobile phones have no power to turn off."

Nanqiao is very sensitive to the change of a person's tone, and Mo Beicheng doesn't hide it, that is, to make it clear is to let her know.

She took back her hand, looked up, and looked at Mo Beicheng's face for five seconds before nodding, "well, unfortunately it's all turned off. Next time I'll charge it the night before."

Mo Beicheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

How could he not hear that Nanqiao's tone was already a bit repulsive. She used a dividing line to coil up the things she concealed. What he said just now undoubtedly touched this line.

"Nanqiao, I don't want to affect our feelings for something that has nothing to do with us in the future. You can have a different position with me, but I hope you will be rational besides your position."

Although it's not a name calling, it's clear to say it directly, but the meaning of the words has been clearly revealed.

Nanqiao pursed her lips and thought for a moment, "OK."

In fact, what Mo Beicheng said is a little difficult for her. With her EQ, she may not be able to do it perfectly.

But she really can't think of how she will deal with the serious disagreement.

Mo Beicheng gave her a deep look. "I'll take a bath."

"I've got water for you."

The bathroom door opened and closed, the man's tall figure in the translucent frosted glass showed a tall shadow, then disappeared.

Soon, there was the sound of water rippling out of the bathtub.

Nanqiao took the mobile phone, skillfully entered a group of phone numbers, edited the text message and sent it, "Shisheng, pay attention to yourself during this period, Mo Beicheng is already doubting me, we can't meet for the moment."

After sending, she deleted the SMS.

There was no return, but Nanqiao knew that she must have seen it.

Mo Beicheng takes a bath very quickly. Even if he takes a bath, it will be finished in ten minutes.

He opened the quilt and lay in. He wiped it with a bath towel. There was no water drop on his body. The bath milk and the man's own taste strongly intruded into her senses. Nanqiao looked back. He had been firmly held by the man. He leaned over to kiss her.

It has a light taste of wine, mixed with the taste of mint.