Chapter 411

Mo Beicheng seldom sleeps in his study.

And the bed in the study is actually a princess chair. It's not comfortable, so I have to go back to my room to hold the quilt.

"Why?"

Mo Beicheng face unchanged lie, "there is still a lot of work, finished back too late, afraid to wake you up."

Nanqiao naturally doesn't believe it. She stares at him, doesn't speak, and her eyes are not sharp.

But Mo Beicheng was a little guilty.

After a few minutes of confrontation, he was somewhat frustrated and said, "do you want to torture me?"

Nanqiao understood.

Although her expression is calm, but her face is quickly stained with a layer of pink.

"Are you going to sleep in your study for a month?"

It's only the fourth day that he's going to sleep in his study. It's hard to imagine how he's going to stay up.

"No, you go to bed first."

Nanqiao really turned around and left. She didn't mean to coax him back to his room at all. Although Mo Beicheng asked her to go back to sleep, she left so crisp that she still made his teeth itch.

Damned woman.

He didn't know how to coax him with two words, so he just left.

Mo Beicheng has been sleeping in his study for more than half a month, during which he has no close contact with Nanqiao. Fortunately, at the beginning of the new year, both of them are busy with work, and even if they go home, they have to work overtime until 12 o'clock.

Work, work, eat, sleep.

Everything went on step by step without any abnormality.

Nan Qiao didn't mention the past Sheng again, even didn't ask him how he was looking for. It seems that with Ji Yunan's departure, everything is calm.

But Mo Beicheng knew——

no

With Nan Qiao's character, the person who has an accident is Shi Sheng. She shouldn't be so indifferent.

So the calmer he is now, the more uneasy he is.

Mo Beicheng is smoking on the balcony of his study. He's a bit addicted to smoking these days. He doesn't sleep with Nanqiao. He doesn't worry about fumigating her, and he doesn't plan to have children. He just lets it go, so he smokes more and more.

The moon is not round tonight. It is covered by clouds.

The mobile phone on the desk rings. Mo Beicheng takes a puff of smoke and walks in to answer the phone.

"Hello."

"San Shao, madam..."

Mo Beicheng stared at the spark between his fingers without expression, and his eyes were full of light. When he finished, he hung up.

The mobile phone twists between his fingers, is thrown on the office chair, bounces twice and falls to the ground.

……

In the bedroom.

Nanqiao was sitting on the sofa chatting with Muzi on wechat when Mo Beicheng pushed the door in.

"Third brother?"

Nanqiao has been used to Mo Beicheng's not going back to his room these days. He even takes a bath in his study and goes into the room to change his clothes in the morning.

Mo Beicheng walked towards her without saying a word, bowed his head and kissed her lips.

The kiss was heavy, the hand on her waist was heavy, and the tone was heavy, "what are you doing in America?"

A little surprise flashed in Nanqiao's eyes, and then it was clear.

She made a reservation to America, two days ago.

It's no surprise that Mo Beicheng will know.

She slightly smile, half sarcastically said: "the news of the third brother is really smart, even I know about booking air tickets. Those people who don't know you arranged didn't tell you that I went to the bathroom several times in the company today, and who did I contact with?"

Nanjo is really disgusted.

She couldn't control her tone when she thought of several people staring at her every move every day, reporting to Mo Beicheng what she had done and who she had met.

Mo Beicheng pursed his lips, ignoring her sarcasm.

Nanqiao: "I'm going to sell the house in America. I need to go through some procedures myself."

Mo Beicheng stared at her for a long time. A sneer appeared on his face. He raised his hand and grabbed her jaw. "I'm lying."

Nanqiao's lips were all bitten by him, with slight stinging pain. She twisted her eyebrows and touched the bitten place with her finger pulp, bleeding.

"Why ask me if my third brother thinks I'm lying?" Her attitude is very light, and there is no embarrassment and guilt after being torn down.

The atmosphere is a little stiff.

Mo Beicheng's thin lips curled into a straight line and looked at her.

Nanqiao was also looking at him. Under his long and curly eyelashes, his eyes were quiet, but there was no obvious defense.

He closed his eyes and felt helpless.

When did this resistance come into being?