Chapter 419

Qiao Jinhuai: "lying trough, can this stem pass? Obviously that woman's figure is not good, let people look at no desire, you damn how all rely on me

"No desire. You've been chasing for so long. It's like picking up a baby." When the elevator arrives, Mo Beicheng pinches the cigarette and goes in.

Qiao Jinhuai sighed, "heaven has eyes, but I'm blind."

"You're not blind, you're stupid. You've been fooled by a girl who hasn't grown up for two years. Fortunately, your brother knows how to be picky."

The girl was a transfer student. At the beginning, Qiao Jinhuai saw Zhang Qingchun's face. When he was a student, it was not popular to send cars and houses. He sent flowers, chocolates and snacks in piles every day, which made the headmaster know. After looking for several times, his parents finally pushed the flame back from the light to the dark.

After two seconds of graduation, I knew that the girl had changed countless boyfriends in her original school. She had been beaten several times. Her reputation was so bad that she couldn't transfer to their school.

Qiao Jinhuai was deeply hit. In a rage, she went abroad and studied for a master's degree and a doctor's degree.

He hummed coldly and kicked his foot on the closed elevator door.

……

Mo Beicheng stopped the car steadily, opened the door and went in. Sister GUI was still immersed in his "if she wants to be hungry, let her be hungry." when she saw Mo Beicheng coming back suddenly, she couldn't respond for a second or two. Na Na Na: "my wife is in the room upstairs."

"Yes."

He answered and went straight upstairs.

The bedroom door wasn't locked. Mo Beicheng pushed the door in and stared at the protruding group on the bed. "I've got a long temper, and I'm going on a hunger strike, eh?"

The people on the bed turned their back to him and didn't pay any attention to him at all.

Mo Beicheng squinted at her for half a moment, walked up to her and bent down to look her in the eye.

The woman's face is small, half buried in the pillow, the other half covered by hair, completely unable to see what expression is on her face.

Mo Beicheng's lips pursed into a straight line, and his dark eyes seemed to smile, "do you need a kiss to eat?"

He seldom said such words, and seldom coaxed women. There was less tenderness in his tone, and he was as serious as training.

Nanqiao buried his face in the pillow, but he still didn't speak.

The man's facial features suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, the distance pulled in, and the momentum was compelling.

The clear breath wrapped around his nose, and Nanqiao's conditioned reflex leaned back.

In this way, her face was completely exposed.

Mo Beicheng thought she was angry and didn't want to talk to him. Now he saw that Nanqiao's face was pale and lifeless. He was a little flustered.

Frown, palm close to her forehead, normal temperature, no fever.

But she looks weaker than a fever.

"What's wrong?"

Nanqiao didn't speak all morning, didn't drink water, now he was hoarse and speechless.

Wait to slow down to come over this affliction, Mo Beicheng already connected a person to take quilt whole to embrace her, "go to a hospital."

"I'm fine. I have... Dysmenorrhea."

It hurt before, but not this time.

It's estimated that I'm in a bad mood during this period of time. A few days ago, I was barefoot on the bridge and suffered cold again. That's why it's so serious.

Mo Beicheng

He had one or two seconds of embarrassment, but still holding her steady, no intention to put down, "you didn't hurt before."

Nanqiao is quite tolerant, and the general degree of pain will not show on the surface. There are only a few women Mo Beicheng has contacted, and no one has told him that when a woman comes to that thing, it will hurt. "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, I'll let sister GUI boil me a cup of brown sugar water later."

Mo Beicheng didn't understand this at all. He listened to what Nanqiao said.

"Don't you really have to go to the hospital?"

"Yes."

He put Nanqiao on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover her carefully, "you lie down, I'll go down and tell sister GUI."

Looking at his back, Nanqiao was a little absent-minded, and even the pain of abdominal knife was relieved a lot.

She closed her eyes and murmured, "third brother..."

……

Mo Beicheng goes downstairs. Sister GUI is warming the food.

"Sister GUI, do you have brown sugar?"

"Yes," sister GUI opened the refrigerator, took out a packet of brown sugar and handed it to Mo Beicheng.

When Mo Beicheng went downstairs, he had already used brown sugar water. After he took it over, he opened half of it in the pot, added water and stirred it gently with a spoon.

Sister GUI is a passer-by who knows that it's brown sugar water to be boiled. "Sir, does your wife have a stomachache?"

"Yes." Except in front of Nanqiao, he always spared no words.