Chapter 394

"I have no appetite," she said in a low, fuzzy voice. "I'm a little sleepy. I want to go to sleep first."

He could tell at a glance if Nanjo had lied.

What's more, she used to have a bad sleep. She usually wakes up with a little disturbance. Now that such a big thing has happened, how can she sleep.

The man a pair of black eyes narrowed, tone heavy a few minutes, "sister GUI cooked porridge, drink up again."

Nanqiao's back was to him. Mo Beicheng couldn't see her face. Naturally, he didn't know what her expression was now.

"I don't want to eat," Nanqiao threw away his hand out of control, subconsciously turned to see him, turned to the middle and hung down.

Since last night, all her nerves have been tense. Mo Beicheng's sudden outburst of emotion has made her tense like a cat.

Her body was shaking slightly.

From Mo Beicheng's perspective, we can only see her tight lips and curled eyelashes on one side.

The man's chin was taut and fixed on her without saying a word.

Nanqiao bit her lips. She bit out a row of white teeth marks on her bright red lips, and her voice softened. "Sorry, i... I don't want to eat for the time being. I want to go to sleep. Three elder brothers, you let me go up to sleep

Mo Beicheng knows that Shi Sheng is missing now. She must be very upset. He is patient. "I'll let sister GUI warm you up and wake up to eat."

Nanqiao nodded perfunctorily and didn't speak.

Mo Beicheng was obviously not very satisfied with her attitude. He stared at her for a few seconds without expression. After Nanqiao stepped out, he never heard him cry heartache again.

Now I've changed myself, and I know that I really feel heartache.

Nanqiao turned her head like a frightened bird. Her hair covered most of her face and her red eyes: "I went upstairs."

Mo Beicheng stretched out his hand to take the woman over, pressed the back of her head with his palm, and pressed her head against his chest. "How can people know you are suffering if you don't cry?"

His way of consolation is simple, rough and tough.

Nanqiao's nose hit his strong chest, sour.

But she couldn't cry.

Mo Beicheng stared at her pale but still delicate face, leaned over and gave her a hard kiss.

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

Muzi

Fortunately, Mo Beicheng just put his lips to his lips and did not invade further, so he was not forced to watch a hot eye drama.

"Have a good sleep. Call me if you have something to do."

"Well," she nodded, "that wood..."

Mo Beicheng: "I will arrange it."

Muzi thanks them for remembering her and not completely forgetting her.

Mo Beicheng didn't follow Nanqiao upstairs. Muzi wanted to follow him. Mo Beicheng stopped him.

Muzi pointed to Nanqiao who had been on the second floor and asked anxiously: "she went up alone. Do you mind?"

Mo Beicheng looked at her and said, "she won't commit suicide."

He told sister GUI, "prepare a room for Miss Muzi."

Muzi

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Nanqiao unscrewed the door of the master bedroom and curled up uncontrollably on the handle.

The room is full of Mo Beicheng's breath, like a slowly rotating grinding wheel, grinding her tight nerves bit by bit.

She couldn't avoid it, and she didn't know when it would be completely broken.

Nanqiao dropped his hand and stepped back quickly into another guest room.