Chapter 432

Just for a few days, I feel that they are strange to each other. Even the usual intimacy in the past seems to be deliberately accommodating.

Mo Beicheng didn't talk much. Even in their most boring period, he spared no words. Now, he is more quiet.

For example, today, Nanqiao left work early and called Mo Beicheng at dinner to ask if he would like to come back for dinner.

The other end gave a "yes" and then didn't speak.

Nan Qiao held his mobile phone for a long time, "third brother..."

"Yes?" Mo Beicheng seemed to be looking at the document, and he could hear the sound of the paper turning over occasionally.

Nanqiao didn't know what to say when she called him. She just wanted to call him. This subtle and hazy feeling, like the wings of a butterfly, tickled her heart.

"Third brother."

Mo Beicheng low smile, finally put down the pen, "what's the matter?"

Assistant Zhang

He looked at the document abandoned by Mo Beicheng and reminded him, "Mr. Mo Dong, this document needs you to have a look. Mr. Qiao is waiting for it."

Nanqiao realized that he was disturbing his work. "You're busy. I'll wait for you to come back for dinner."

"Yes."

Nanqiao hung up the phone in a hurry, staring at a cracked flowerpot on the balcony. Last time, it was just a thin line. She was idle and bored. She applied a layer of glue, and now it has a tendency to crack.

She felt that the relationship between her and Mo Beicheng was like this flowerpot. No matter how it was bonded, it could not be repaired. She could only watch the crack become more and more obvious.

……

On the fourth day of Shi Sheng's return to the United States, Nanqiao didn't get through to Shi Sheng, but saw Shi Sheng's news on the front page of the international financial news: Shi Sheng, the wife of the president of Ji's group, was missing.

When he saw the news, Nanqiao was drinking coffee in the tea room. As soon as he loosened his hand, the cup fell to the ground and smashed.

There were other people drinking coffee in the tea room. When they heard the sound, their eyes fell on her at the same time——

I thought it was broken by mistake. As a result, I saw that Nanqiao's face was pale and his whole body was shaking slightly. Suddenly, I was a little flustered. "Nanqiao, are you ok?"

After all, Mo Beicheng's favor of Nanqiao is known to the whole company from top to bottom.

If something really happens in front of them, it's hard to guarantee that Mo Dong, who protects his wife, won't do something involved.

"I'm fine."

She took back her hand, stepped back, turned around and walked out of the tea room.

While walking, he called Muzi, "Muzi, book me a ticket to the United States as soon as possible. Now, immediately."

At this moment, she finally understood why she couldn't help scanning the news every day after returning to the United States from Shisheng.

What she was most afraid of was seeing news about her on the news.

Nanqiao is in a bad mood now. She has to go back to get her passport, so she calls Muzi to book her ticket.

"Good."

Muzi doesn't watch the news. He occasionally watches the entertainment version, so he doesn't know what happened. See South Joe so urgent, also followed urgent up, open the webpage to see today's flight ticket to the United States.

"What's the matter?" Muzi asked when he was in the middle of the ticket

"Shi Sheng..." before she finished, she ran into a person.

When a person is familiar with another person, he is not only familiar with his voice and appearance, but also with his smell and muscle hardness.

She didn't look up. She knew who she had hit just by the touch of her body.

"Nanqiao," Muzi asked at the other end of the line, "there's one at six o'clock. It's the earliest one today. It's only economy class. Do you want to book it?"

"Yes."

She answered and looked up at Mo Beicheng, who held her in his arms.

From her point of view, Mo Beicheng's side face was three-dimensional and deep, with the bridge of his nose and the shape of his lips.

She looked at him with red blood in her eyes. Maybe she wanted to cry. Her eyes were wet.

"Third brother, if you are here to prevent me from going to America, let's divorce."

silent.

Silence like a grave.

Mo Beicheng took her hand and pulled her into the elevator with a sneer.

Elevator door closed, isolated a group of people gossip eyes, South Joe was pressed by him on the elevator wall, hands on her sides.

His eyes are filled with anger, fierce and manic agitation: "Shen Nanqiao, is marriage a joke in your eyes?"

Divorce is always said.

It's the second time they've been married less than a year.