Chapter 429

Mo Beicheng: "she's with me."

"Well, I'll go back."

When she was ready to hang up, Mo Beicheng said, "Nanqiao..."

"Yes?"

"... it's OK. Be careful on the way."

……

Mo Beicheng has been back in the afternoon. He is still wearing the suit he wore last night. There are several stains on it, but he doesn't look embarrassed.

There is red blood in the eyes and obvious fatigue on the face.

He bent over to change his shoes.

Nanqiao has been sitting on the sofa watching TV since he came back in the morning. Hearing the sound of opening the door, he turns his head and sees Mo Beicheng take off his coat and throw it aside. He unties the cuff link and turns his sleeve to the elbow position at will.

"Third brother." Nanqiao walked up to him, looked up, and looked carefully along his bare skin. Mo Beicheng's appearance was ok, and there was no obvious injury. "Are you hurt?"

"No From her position, you can see the man's rolling Adam's apple.

Nanqiao raised her hand to untie the button of his shirt. She knew that some people like to fight in the place covered by their clothes, but she couldn't see the injury.

Mo Beicheng pressed her hand, slightly picked the corner of his eyes, and said with a casual smile, "Shen Nanqiao, you are a woman. Can you be a little more reserved and don't be so impatient every time?"

When Mrs. GUI heard the sound, she poked her head out of the kitchen and said, "have you eaten, sir?"

"Yes, go down."

Seeing that they were standing face to face in this posture, sister-in-law GUI gave an ambiguous smile and even opened the door without taking off her apron.

Mo Beicheng took Nanqiao's hand and looked at her with deep eyes: "I'm not hurt."

Nanqiao pursed his lips and explored behind him. Except that sister GUI opened the door when she went out, there was no movement after that.

"Where is Shisheng?"

Mo Beicheng frowned and said nothing. He was thinking about the right wording.

How can let South Qiao calmly accept.

The relationship between him and her has been like walking on thin ice, and he doesn't want to make it more stiff because of this.

Nanqiao took a deep look at him and walked out without saying a word. Mo Beicheng stopped him and hugged him. "Nanqiao," his voice was hoarse and out of tune, "listen to me..."

"Where's Shisheng when I ask you?" She yelled at him with scarlet eyes.

"Ji Yunan took her back to America."

When he spoke, Nanqiao could feel his undulating chest, just like his mood at the moment, tense and depressed.

Nanqiao was stunned for a moment. She looked up at the man in front of her. In just a few hours, she had a strange feeling to this familiar eyebrow.

The man is wringing his eyebrows and clenching his lips.

The strength of the palm is big and frightening, firmly clasp her waist, don't let her break free.

When Nanqiao pushed him, she felt as if her heart had fallen into a bottomless pit“ Mo Beicheng... I want to have a sleep. "

Mo Beicheng's eyebrows and eyes changed several times, his hands were cool, and his eyes were cold and sharp. He thought that Nanqiao's silence was about to get angry with him, at least he should question him.

Ji shiye's words, plus his unhurt return, even if she thought that way, it was normal.

But she only said: she wants to sleep.

It seems to be understatement, but it is more hurtful than sarcasm and questioning.

"Shen Nanqiao, you don't want to go back to the shell every time you encounter something," he almost blurted out.

He took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "you can blame me."

Hearing this, Nan Qiao hooked his lips and laughed. His eyes narrowed. He looked lazy and loose. He said gently: "you have no obligation to help Shi Sheng, and I have no right to blame you."

Later, when he thought of it, Mo Beicheng felt that it was the most hurtful sentence Shen Nanqiao had ever said, and that it was not one of them.

Mo Beicheng frowned and looked at her condescensively. The big palm on her waist suddenly forced, with a heavy tone. "Nanqiao, don't look at me with this kind of eyes."

Nanqiao was imprisoned by him and couldn't get rid of it. The more he struggled, the tighter he buckled. She almost didn't stop breathing.

Forced calm was broken, South Joe like a cat in general, dial high voice: "you let me go."

"Nanjo, I'm sorry."

"If you give Shisheng to them, the Ji family will kill her."

"If anyone can save her now, it's Ji Yunan."

Mo Beicheng tried to persuade Nan Qiao, but she interrupted him impolitely, "save a fart, he's an asshole, their whole family is an asshole, you're also an asshole."

Mo Beicheng

He looked at Nanqiao, his eyes full of helplessness.