Chapter 440

Nanqiao read the comments one by one, then went back to look at the photos. They were almost black, and they didn't know where the group of people who praised Mo Beicheng Shuai saw that he was handsome.

Maybe it's the outstanding atmosphere that even across the newspaper.

In half an hour, there were more than 3000 comments below. After a glance, they were all posts condemning Xiao San.

It's shameless to scold.

Scold lick the face to brush up the sense of existence.

It's bad to call someone cheap and destroy their family.

Chen Baimo's past experience, family background, and even the news that she can't go back to the American theater company because of her broken leg have been picked out.

Of course, there are also many people who speak for Chen Baimo, saying that since they are ex boyfriend and ex girlfriend, they may have been forced to separate. Don't talk nonsense if you don't know the truth. Also brain hole big open imagine a rich family forced marriage, stick hit mandarin duck, don't see Chen Baimo a poor dancer, Shen Nanqiao from the horizontal inserted a bar, forced two people to separate.

Nanqiao smiles, quits the news page and throws his cell phone aside.

Think about it, the picture looks really dazzling!

Just talk. Why are you so close.

Nanqiao got up to wash. She didn't bring her luggage when she came. She wanted to buy it now in America. So I just brought a set of pajamas, because the new ones need washing.

She went to the nearby shopping mall to buy a suit of clothes to change and went directly to Ji's.

Just walked to the company gate, was stopped by the security, "Miss Shen, please go back."

"I'm looking for Ji Yunan."

The security guard was very embarrassed: "Ji always won't see you. He gave a death order. Whoever put you in today will go away."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

……

After seeing the news, Qiao Jinhuai immediately took out her mobile phone and called Mo Beicheng, "it's not good. In case Nanqiao sees it..."

Before he finished, he hung up the phone.

This man has a bad temper——

Mo Beicheng had never been interviewed before. Even if he occasionally reported some unimportant news about him, he was suppressed the next day.

Originally, the media were still careful. As a result, Mo Beicheng didn't move much, so he began to be unscrupulous.

The outside world has speculated that Mo Beicheng's move is that he and Shen Nanqiao have divorced and their old relationship with Chen Baimo has revived. They take this opportunity to disclose their relationship.

Even picked out Shen Nanqiao is upside down, climbed up Mo Beicheng's bed, threatened him to marry.

A few days ago, the public opinion of accusing Chen Baimo of being Xiao San suddenly turned to accusing Nan Qiao of being shameless, Xiao San and breaking up others.

In today's society, women hate Xiao San very much. As long as they stick the label of Xiao San, no matter what the reason, others want to curse you.

The news is getting hotter and hotter.

Fortunately, Nanqiao didn't open a microblog. Those people could only be in the comment area BB under the news for a while. Nanqiao's work place, home address and telephone number were also picked out and posted on the Internet, but no one dared to block the door and smash eggs and paper.

Mo Beicheng and Qiao Jinhuai find a place to play cards. After a game, he looks down at his mobile phone.

The screen was clean, there was no phone, no information.

He could not help raising his hand and pressing his eyebrows.

This woman is stubborn.

It's been four days since I went to America. I really haven't contacted him.

He fidgeted to throw the mobile phone aside, lit a cigarette, leaning against the back of the chair, half squinting and puffing.

Qiao Jinhuai joked: "Oh, didn't you quit smoking?"

Yan Jinzhi: "the third brother is a celebrity now. There are paparazzi to follow him wherever he goes. Of course, he has to have style. Don't you find that the third brother is very handsome in smoking?"

Mo Beicheng: "go away."

“……”

After smoking a cigarette, he looked at his mobile phone for several times before he went to play cards.

Qiao Jinhuai held the card for a long time, but she could not help it. She lifted her eyes and looked at Mo Beicheng. She said faintly: "third brother, Nan Qiao's mobile phone is probably broken these days. How can I take care of you?"