"About Shisheng."

This matter, Yan Jin probably knows some, but is a fuzzy outline.

Mo Beicheng was smoking with his head up, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a little ascetic coldness, and a little ruffian.

Looking at it like that, it's not worth beating.

It's not easy to persuade, but it's not reasonable at both ends.

"In fact, you can't blame the third sister-in-law for doing things with you. Shi Sheng and she are best friends. They have known each other for a longer time than you and her. In the past, they spared no effort to help the third sister-in-law in America. Out of such a big thing, she did not want to do anything, would not become a wolf with white eyes? How dare you want a woman who is in danger? When you're in trouble, I'll dump you every minute... "

Looking at Mo Beicheng's gloomy appearance, Yan Jin was scared and didn't dare to go on.

However, he was aggrieved by the third sister-in-law. When the third brother's face softened, he couldn't help adding: "this is real life. It's not that the overbearing president who plays idol drama and xiaobaiwen falls in love with you. For the sake of a man, family and friendship can be thrown away. The third sister-in-law knows that you and Ji Yunan are friends, and she's afraid that you're in a dilemma. She doesn't drag you to this matter. It's very clear, You can't let people ignore anything for you. That's what stupid, stupid, retarded women do. "

Mo Beicheng glared at him and continued to drink.

Yan Jinzhi touched a cold face and said: "I'm so painstaking, for whom?"

"You know your mother-in-law, too?"

Yan Jin's aggrieved rolled a white eye, "good, I'm full, supporting meddling."

Mo Beicheng glanced at him, "you know a fart."

"I don't understand anything. Come on, have a fight." With that, Yan Jinzhi begins to pull up her sleeves. She really wants to fight with Mo Beicheng.

"You don't know how the Ji family started? Ji Yunan is the only son of Ji's family. Can they watch him tossed by a woman? Can you watch him go to jail? When Sheng is gone, who comes out will hit the muzzle of the gun. "

"If they dare to move their third sister-in-law, I will be the first to fight against them."

Yan Jin is not familiar with Ji Yunan, so he can say anything.

Mo Beicheng glanced at him and said perfunctorily, "they have guns. Do you have them?"

Yan Jin grinned and approached him: "I don't have it. My third brother has it. How? Don't say that the people of Ji's family are really looking for trouble with their third sister-in-law, so you can't help looking at it? "

Mo Beicheng sneered at him, "brain is a good thing, but you don't have it."

Yan Jinzhi

He wanted to swear, to be rude.

If it's not that you can't win, you still want to beat people.

Mo Beicheng drank quietly. After a while, he said: "if you want to move Shen Nanqiao, let them come. If they meet a hair, I will lose."

He said this carelessly, but Yan Jinzhi sat beside him, and the music just stopped.

He didn't hold back a mouthful of wine in his mouth and sprayed it directly.

Mo Beicheng is going to carry the wine cup. He is in no mood immediately. He glances at Yan Jin and takes the coat that is thrown on the stool: "go ahead."

Yan Jinzhi

I asked you to come out and drink with me. You're good. You're full and run.

He waved his hand, "go back to coax the third sister-in-law. When your wife is your soldier, let her go east instead of West, let her hang herself and dare not jump into the river. You are good for her. How can people know that? It's not like that."

Mo Beicheng bared his teeth and went out of the bar without looking back.

……

It's late for him to get home. It's almost dawn.

Sister GUI was still sitting in the living room. When she saw him coming back, she immediately stood up, "sir."

Mr. and Mrs. had a quarrel. She didn't dare to leave even if Mr. didn't come back.

Although there are bodyguards outside, they are only responsible for the safety outside. In case the wife can't think of anything, what should she do.

"Well," Mo Beicheng answered. It's no surprise that sister GUI is still here. "Go down."

"Yes."

Mo Beicheng went upstairs. He wanted to go to the study directly, but after thinking about it, he took off the master bedroom.

Screw the door open.

The light behind him penetrated through the open gap, casting his shadow on the ground, a dark ball.

He stood at the door and didn't go in.

Nanqiao was sleeping, but the light was so dark that he could only see the little bulge on the bed vaguely.

She curled up with her back to the door.

A very unsafe sleeping position.

Mo Beicheng felt that Nanqiao seemed to be thin again.

He pursed his lips and closed the door gently. He didn't know how to explain some things to Shen Nanqiao. Maybe he could explain them. He just couldn't explain them because of his temperament. He was cold tempered and talked less when he was a child. Later, when he joined the army, what the instructor said most was: when he became a soldier, he talked less nonsense and trained more, and how many can he do when he went to the battlefield.