Chapter 399

The man's position is completely against the light.

Nanqiao narrowed his eyes, carefully staring at his face for several seconds, and then laughed lazily, "third brother."

Mo Beicheng originally wanted to scold her severely, but he didn't pay attention to her poor health. Although the air conditioner was turned on in the room, Nanqiao's pajamas were also very thin in summer.

Mo Beicheng couldn't say anything too severe to her. He pursed his lips and kept silent for a few seconds. He took her hand and pulled her up from the sofa.

A woman's hands are cold and her body is cold. Only her cheeks are hot. It's probably the reason for drinking.

Mo Beicheng looked at the wood on one side and said with a black face, "don't you know she's not in good health? And let her sit here drinking in such thin pajamas? "

Muzi

Although she was drunk, she could think normally. She knew that she was despised by Mo Beicheng because she took Nanqiao to drink. She didn't expect that she was in poor health and needed to wear thick clothes.

She was yelled innocently.

Nanqiao is not in good health, she forgot to remind her to wear a thick dress is also her negligence, but why is mo Beicheng roaring.

He's her husband, she's her best friend.

"Nanqiao is your wife. It's your responsibility to take care of her. You..."

She had drunk too much, her tongue was a little knotted, and she couldn't pronounce a word clearly.

Before he finished speaking, Mo Beicheng had bent down to hold Nanqiao up, completely ignoring Muzi.

Muzi

She wanted to throw a pillow and kill the man.

It's terrible.

She was lying on the sofa, looking at his back and joking lazily: "don't you wonder what Nanqiao said to me?"

Mo Beicheng walked for a while and pondered for a few seconds: "since she has made a decision, do I know if it is useful?"

Shen Nan Qiao's character is not the kind of girl who can change her mind after being coaxed. If it's not the thought after careful consideration, she won't say it, even to Muzi.

Muzi

I really hate this character.

……

Mo Beicheng returns to his room with Nanqiao in his arms.

The woman was still gentle in his arms. After a few steps, she began to pull his robe collar and sob. There were no tears, only sound.

Nanqiao's face rubbed against his chest, grabbed his clothes and murmured, "don't move, I feel sick."

Mo Beicheng

He was blown up by her, "shut up, don't move."

Holding a drunken and restless adult woman is far less romantic than marisue. He is afraid that she will fall down too much.

"I feel bad."

South Joe began to bite him, regardless of position, where suitable where to bite.

I didn't use any force. It's a child's molar bite.

Mo Beicheng let her torture scalp tight tight tight, stop, drooping eyes looking at her, "what are you sad about?"

If it wasn't for the monitoring in the corridor and the wood in the reception hall behind him, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but do something about her in the corridor.

Nanqiao twisted her eyebrows. She felt uncomfortable, so she bit him.

When Mo Beicheng's impetuous temper rose completely in her chest, she finally relaxed and said, "I feel like vomiting. I've drunk too much wine."

Mo Beicheng

He put her down, but his arm still firmly supported her, "can you walk?"

Nanqiao shook his head.

Mo Beicheng

He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows heavily, "then be nice to me. Don't move. Don't bite me, or you'll sleep in the corridor all night."

The woman's face was red with wine, especially her eyes were black and white. She stared at him and flattened her mouth: "it hurts."

On hearing her cry of pain, Mo Beicheng thought that he had hurt her with too much strength just now. He was both distressed and soft hearted and asked, "where does it hurt?"

Nanqiao pointed to his clavicle and began to pull his nightgown to show her a deeper position. There were several kisses and shallow teeth marks on it, which he had bitten before. "Here, it hurts. I met a pervert. He bit me and roughened me."

Mo Beicheng strained his face, pinched her chin and lifted it up. "Shen Nanqiao, are you really drunk, or are you pretending? "Yes?"

"It hurts."

Women's eyebrows are tightened, it seems to really hurt badly.

Mo Beicheng let go in a hurry. He didn't use much strength at all.

Nanqiao was dragged by his arm, and he couldn't stand steadily. Mo Beicheng lost patience, bent down to pick up the woman and strode into the room.