Chapter 400

When he came out just now, he didn't close the door and just kicked it in.

Mo Beicheng didn't put Nanqiao on the bed. Instead, he put her on the corner of the wall and pressed her shoulder to stand against the wall

South Qiao Wei wrongly looking at him, although she was drunk, but still know that this is made a mistake, was punished to stand.

The man stares at her with no expression: "will you drink next time?"

Nanqiao's wine is really not good.

It's better than those who are drunk and gnawing grass on the highway green belt.

Last time I was drunk, I couldn't make it.

Nanqiao's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was because he had drunk wine or he really felt aggrieved. He muttered: "Mo Beicheng, you bastard, you drink a bottle of wine and let me punish you, stingy. No wonder Chen Baimo didn't want to marry you for so many years."

Mo Beicheng

He was stunned for a moment and then laughed angrily, "if I marry her, what else can I do for you? "Yes?"

"So you've been hungry and thirsty for nearly 30 years. After eating meat once, you throw away your first love."

The radian of Mo Beicheng's lips suddenly converged, and his face was extremely ugly. He stared at her and said harshly, "stand up for me. You can go to bed only when you know you're wrong. Write a letter of guarantee to me tomorrow. Don't drink next time."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

Mo Beicheng let her go, arranged his clothes and left the room.

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Nanqiao was carried back to the room by Mo Beicheng. Muzi sat in the reception hall for a while and drank the last wine.

She didn't have a man to hold her, so she had to touch the wall and go back.

As soon as Muzi went out, he saw Mo Beicheng standing at the door.

He was dressed in black pajamas, and his hair was black. Standing in the shadow of no light, he felt chilly and gloomy.

Even if Muzi's brain was still a little confused and his reaction couldn't keep up, he was scared by the sudden shadow. "Can you stand in a bright place?"

She was almost scared to death.

Mo Beicheng twisted his eyebrows, pressed down the impulse to throw her out, and patiently asked, "what did she tell you?"

Muzi raised his eyebrows, lengthened his voice and asked, "aren't you not interested?"

She's not as drunk as Nanqiao, she can stand still, just a little dizzy.

The man stood in the shadow and gave her a cold look. He didn't speak and turned away.

But Muzi felt that the man must have called a bodyguard to throw her out.

"She said she would not divorce."

Mo Beicheng stopped.

Muzi may not know what these five words mean to him.

Nanqiao doesn't know.

It was the woman he loved who finally responded in this marriage that didn't start with love, which made his restless heart convert.

She married him in revenge for Chen Baimo. Now, she has let go of the past. Although she doesn't want to admit it, she has to admit that he cares about her immersion in the past, but is vaguely afraid of her coming out of the past.

How to maintain a marriage without love and purpose.

Mo Beicheng went back to his room, full of excitement. After seeing the empty room, he suddenly became silent. His face was as dark as water. "Shen Nanqiao."

There was no one in the bed, and there was no one in the corner where she stood.

The guest room is not as big as the master bedroom, and there is no shelter. You can see it at a glance.

I found her twice this evening, and I wanted to strangle her.

Mo Beicheng went to the bathroom to look for no one. He looked for the back of the sofa, but no one.

He just came over from the reception room and didn't see her, so maybe he woke up and went to Muzi's room to look for Muzi.

I'm not at all at ease.

His face was about to sink. As soon as he was ready to go out to look for it, he glanced down and saw the hem of Nanqiao's nightgown.

Her robe is white and stands out on the dark gray carpet.

Mo Beicheng

He walked over, squatted down, and saw a familiar woman sleeping under the coffee table with her hands together and her face.

The coffee table is not a whole landing style, but only four corners, with a large space in the middle.

It's not a completely secretive location.

But she was petite, Mo Beicheng's attention was not in that place, so she didn't see it.

His eyebrows turned into a twist, staring at her long hair covering most of her bright red cheek, for a long time, reluctantly spit out a sentence: "Shen Nanqiao, do you belong to a dog?"

I bit him just now, and now I sleep under the table.