Chapter 422

He gave her a kiss and let her go.

The woman in his arms is quiet, with a wooden face, like a sculpture. He can't help feeling a little discouraged. Men are more powerful in this aspect.

After kissing him for a long time, the woman under him didn't respond at all.

"If you don't feel well, have a good rest. I'll go to the study."

He has received news that he has come back from the company temporarily. There is still a video conference to be held. It's over time.

"Third brother," Nanqiao called to him, "do you believe me?"

Mo Beicheng didn't know what she meant by that, but he nodded and said, "letter."

"No, you don't believe it." Her voice was immediately followed by his words. She seemed to have known his answer for a long time, so she didn't even have to think about it.

Mo Beicheng looks back.

Nanqiao's two dark eyes reflected his shadow. She looked at his face with a frank look. She repeated clearly: "third brother, you don't believe me. What you believe is what you see and what you think."

Mo Beicheng pursed his lips and his face was overcast.

Nanqiao's expression is very calm, like saying something unimportant, but the more so, the more people feel painful and tight.

He tried to get around the topic.

But Nanqiao didn't wait for him to speak, and then said: "for example, when Chen Baimo fell into the swimming pool, you think I pushed her, and she rolled down the stairs of Lu Yan's house. Your first reaction was that it was my fault. You probably thought I was directing and acting myself about the wedding..."

Mo Beicheng's throat was astringent. He subconsciously retorted, "no..."

"No such idea at all?"

“……”

He was silent.

Yes.

When he knew that Nanqiao had made an appointment with the reporter, he really had that idea.

South Qiao self mockery of smile: "so, someone submitted a lawsuit to the court, your first reaction is that I."

She didn't cry, didn't make noise, didn't complain, and even didn't change her expression. "Third brother, you never believe me. In your heart, I don't care about my family..."

"No," Mo Beicheng interrupted coldly, because he knew what she was going to say, so he was impatient.

Nanqiao said these he can not refute, he also accused her cold and heartless, not grateful, even his own parents can be so cold.

Nanqiao's eyes no longer looked at him: "I trusted you."

At the wedding, a second before the wedding, she still believed that no matter what the reason, Mo Beicheng would not leave her alone to face the media and guests.

Mom had a car accident and she wanted to rely on him.

But in the end, she had to face it on her own.

Mo Beicheng's eyes were red once in the earthquake relief.

A little boy was pressed under the rocks, especially deep. It was the fourth day after the earthquake. He was buried for four days without eating or drinking. By the time they detected it with the life detector, the little boy was dying.

That pair of eyes have no luster in the moment to see them, suddenly lit up, like desperate people seize the last straw.

He tried to side his head: "sister, uncle of the people's Liberation Army is coming. Don't sleep. We can be saved."

next.

Aftershocks are coming.

When the stone fell and Mo Beicheng looked up again, the boy couldn't see it and there was no sound.

In such an environment, he didn't even see the boy's face clearly, but his eyes were very bright. Later, they appeared in his dreams countless times.

Later, he saw the body of the little boy dragged out of the mound, his clothes dyed red with blood, and he and his sister were put aside waiting for their relatives to claim it.

That was his first red eye, because the little boy said: when he grows up, he also wants to be a soldier, to save a lot of people.

However, the soldier he admired most failed to save him in the end.

Later, even when he was in danger twice, he did not turn red.

However, it is such a cold-blooded man, today by South Joe a "I believe you" forced red eyes.

Men with red eyes are more likely to move people than holding you and crying.

Nanqiao already regretted in that moment. She bit her lip and pulled the quilt at a loss: "sorry, I'm a little tired. I want to sleep."

From small to large, she was used to being wronged and shouldered by herself. Even if she was ignored by her parents, she was indifferent day by day and never complained to them face to face.

Although I don't want to admit it, after all, I'm not willing to.