Chapter 385

Nanqiao transferred the TV to the local news station, where there was a report of a group fight caused by eating supper. The scene was very chaotic. The police had stopped the troublemakers, and the crowd in the picture was surging, cursing and pushing. The villa, which was as quiet as the tomb, was also infected with a layer of noise.

Occasionally, the camera will take pictures of some big stalls on the side of the road. Nanqiao suddenly feels a little hungry.

She wanted to wait until breakfast, but the more she endured, the more hungry she was. Thinking that there was a box of instant noodles left in the cupboard, she got up and went to the kitchen to cook it.

Everything is ready-made. Even the ingredients like onion, ginger and garlic are cut and put in the refrigerator. Nanqiao just needs to boil water to put the noodles and seasoning in.

Nanqiao looked at the production date of instant noodles. It was during the period when she and Mo Beicheng just got married. She wanted to buy it conveniently. After confirming that it had not expired, she began to boil water in a pot.

The noodles were quickly cooked, and she added an egg.

Nanqiao put the soup in a bowl and took it out to the living room to eat. The picture on the TV had been changed from the big stall to the bridge. The reporter was holding a microphone and his hair was blown disorderly by the wind. His voice said in a hurry: "just now, a black BYD crashed into the railing and rushed down from the bridge. Now the traffic police and fire officers and soldiers have come and are salvaging..."

……

Mo Beicheng was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone. He twisted his eyebrows and turned to embrace Nanqiao: "why don't you answer the phone?"

Nanqiao doesn't sleep very much. The ring of her mobile phone is enough to wake her up.

I feel a piece of cold in my hand.

Mo Beicheng opened his eyes. Although it was dark in the room, he couldn't see five fingers, but whether a person was there or not could be felt just by his breath. There were many differences between many people and few people.

He didn't turn on the light, reached for the mobile phone that had been automatically hung up on the head cabinet and pressed the light on the screen——

It's Muzi.

It's so late that she must have something to call.

Nanqiao's friends don't have the kind of 25 who can't sleep in the middle of the night and make phone calls to harass people.

The bodyguard didn't call him to confirm, which proved that Nanqiao didn't go out. Maybe he just lost sleep and went for a walk.

He sat up from the bed, turned on the lamp, and Muzi called again.

The bell was humming with vibration.

Mo Beicheng hesitated for a second or two, then said, "what's the matter?"

“……”

Muzi did not expect that it would be mo Beicheng who answered the phone. When he got to his throat, he choked and swallowed again: "how did you answer the phone?"

Although he didn't say anything, Mo Beicheng obviously felt the urgency in her voice.

He pursed his lips, put on his slippers, and said in a light tone, "what do you think is important? Do you think it's faster to tell her something that needs to be solved immediately, or to tell me it's faster to solve it?"

"I can't tell anyone. It's been half an hour. I'm dying."

“……”

Mo Beicheng was going out. Hearing the speech, he almost instinctively felt an ominous premonition. His cool and handsome face changed a little. He clenched his hand and raised his joints: "what do you mean?"

……

Mo Beicheng saw the girl curled up on the sofa on the second floor, quietly, as if he had emptied all the breath.

The TV channel on air is the city's news station.

There's an ad in the air right now.

Although there is no more powerful and direct thing to show that Nanqiao already knows that Shisheng has an accident, her appearance is definitely not as simple as insomnia.

The man felt a slight shock in his heart and walked down the stairs towards her. But when he was about to get close, he suddenly slowed down. He looked at her and had a strange feeling similar to fear in his heart.

But no matter how slow, he still stood in front of Nanqiao.

Maybe he didn't walk slowly. After all, he was worried about Shen Nanqiao. He just magnified his fear and felt that he was walking slowly.

He squatted in front of her——

"Nanqiao..."

Nanqiao covers her face with her hands, and her long hair falls down to cover her hands and face. Mo Beicheng can't see her expression at the moment, so he can only call her "Nanqiao" in a low and soothing voice

The woman didn't make any movement, which worried her more than she jumped up and asked him, scolded him and slapped him.

Mo Beicheng didn't dare to force her to put down her hand. He just gently took her over. He patted her on the back twice to comfort her: "I'm sorry, I'll take you to her now."

Nanjo finally responded.

She moved slightly in his arms, then looked up, a face as white as paper, eyes as blank, but very dark.