Chapter 383

Nanqiao subconsciously lost the broken beer bottle and was about to follow. Mo Beicheng stopped him and stopped him. "Let them solve their own problems."

"You let me go," Nan Qiao's face turned white. Ji Yunan's most impressive impression on her was that he kidnapped her and forced her to tell the whereabouts of Shi Sheng with a gun.

It's so violent to an unrelated outsider, let alone to Shi Sheng who is the party.

He had to blow her to the bone.

"Ji Yunan, he is a complete lunatic. I can't let Shi Sheng face him alone."

Nan Qiao's heart overflowed with layers of uneasiness and fear, looking at his eyes indifference, with aggressive momentum, "you let me go, if Shi Sheng is willing to go with Ji Yunan, I will not stop her decision, but if she is not willing, I can't let Shi Sheng go."

How much legal consciousness can she expect people who dare to carry guns openly in China to know that killing is against the law?

Maybe it's a nouveau riche, illiterate.

Mo Beicheng's face was taut, and Nan Qiao was not strong, but his fingers still stubbornly pinched a bloodstain on the back of his hand.

He sent out a cold breath, the hand holding her wrist with force, South Joe to do his best also can't get rid of.

He was dressed in black clothes and trousers. He stepped on the raised floor tiles with his legs straight. His inch long hair was clean, showing a strong sense of strength all the time.

"Yu Nan won't hurt her."

"Why are you so sure? How did he force Shisheng to go back to America last time? Don't tell me you don't know. " Nanqiao's face is full of cold questions, and in an instant, he converges, "third brother, Sheng didn't give up on me at the beginning, and I can't leave her now."

Mo Beicheng didn't want to hear her past affairs. He said in a cold voice: "I promise, Shisheng will be fine."

The man's tough attitude has shown that he won't let her go. Nanqiao struggles in his arms and his eyes are red. "I don't believe you. You let go of me. I can't let Shisheng face that asshole alone."

She was in an unprecedented mood.

Mo Beicheng bent down and directly carried Nanqiao on his shoulder. Seeing this, the driver on one side quickly opened the door for them.

Mo Beicheng put Nan Qiao in and sat in with him. He coldly told the driver: "drive."

The driver didn't dare to delay for half a moment. He had never seen the two people quarrel so much.

The most serious time was the cold war, in which nobody paid attention to anyone for a few days.

"Mo Beicheng, you bastard."

Nanqiao went to open the door on the other side. Mo Beicheng pulled his arm back and pressed it on the leather seat, supporting the seat behind her with both hands.

The man's brow wrinkled into a ball, the forehead veins taut up, face abnormal ugly, gritted his teeth: "I take my life to promise you."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

She stares at Mo Beicheng, her eyes are more and more red, a mist is gathering in front of her eyes, and the man's cold and tight face is gradually blurred.

She looked down, her head against the seat, her eyes looking out of the window, did not speak, and did not struggle to get off.

It's a default.

"When she came to pick up Sheng's car, it was obviously modified. The driver's skill was not bad. Since she decided to go back to the United States, she must have arranged everything. You don't have to worry about her."

With his own strength, Shi Sheng can avoid them for so long, so his ability can't be underestimated.

The performance of the car is excellent. The driver is an old driver who has driven for many years. There is little bumpiness along the way.

Mo Beicheng held her face and looked at the wound on her neck through the neon outside the window.

Nanqiao frowned and broke away. Mo Beicheng broke it off again. He frowned and looked at her with no expression on his handsome face. "If you don't want to make any restricted pictures in the car, just sit still."

Nanqiao is really good, but with tears in his face, he is more and more aroused the abnormal desire of trampling in the man's bones.

Mo Beicheng's sexy Adam's apple rolled and dropped his eyes. He moved his eyes from her bright red lips to the wound on her neck. His thick fingers rubbed her skin——

Women's skin is very tender. It's not too much to describe it as broken by blowing.

The blood on the wound has dried up, just a scratch, not serious.

He stared at it for a while before releasing it.

He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows. He told the driver, "drive faster."

Half an hour, the car stopped at Repulse Bay villa.

Nanqiao went to open the door on her side. It didn't open. It was locked.

The driver knew they were fighting and only drove Mo Beicheng's side.