Chapter 441

Mo Beicheng took a look at him.

"You haven't seen the news lately?"

"Yes."

Qiao Jinhuai is not surprised. Mo Beicheng never pays attention to this kind of gossip, but as the protagonist, Shen Nanqiao is also involved in this matter. Should he pay attention to it.

"She's going to be scolded to death."

Mo Beicheng

He seldom watches the news, even if he watches the news, he doesn't read the comments, so he has no idea of the dark waves on Skynet.

Mo Beicheng points to open the news page. He has been active in the most eye-catching section these days. He doesn't need to look for it. He points to open one and doesn't look at the content. He turns directly to the comment area at the bottom. Nanqiao's Privacy section is pushed to the top.

Telephone, home address, work place.

In addition to these, swearing words are also quite ugly.

Mo Beicheng's sexy lips are pursed into a line, and his face is hard to see. When he looks like this, Qiao Jinhuai knows that someone is going to suffer.

Sure enough, after he saw a few, he handed over his mobile phone and pointed on the screen with his finger, "this person, find out for me."

Mo Beicheng got up with his mobile phone and went out.

Qiao Jinhuai and Yan Jinzhi waited in the private room for a long time, but they didn't see him come in. They looked at each other and said, "it's not hard to think about it. Take a stick to find someone to work hard."

Qiao Jinhuai: "I'll go out and have a look."

He went out to look for a circle and found Mo Beicheng smoking against the railings of the corridor, bending his back, stepping on the railings, holding a mobile phone in one hand and playing over and over again.

"Third brother..."

"She turned off her cell phone."

Qiao Jinhuai wiped his face, eyes are sour, "probably in the back of the plane, or mobile phone no electricity."

He had no idea what he said.

If Nanqiao is a normal person, she will have a few days, lose her temper, or make a scene again, but her psychological condition has been very bad before, and no one knows her endurance

What's more, it's time for any woman to call Mo Beicheng after so many years of being wronged. But no, let alone the phone call, not even the text message.

"Maybe the third sister-in-law didn't see it at all. Foreign countries can't still report your gossip. You think you are a dollar, and the whole world is scrambling for it."

"Oh."

Mo Beicheng snorted and laughed. Under the pale light, his face was stiff and indifferent, with a strong self mockery.

Did she see it? He knew it.

Qiao Jinhuai saw that he didn't speak and asked tentatively, "can I book you a ticket to the United States?"

"No

He pinched the cigarette and found Ji Yunan's number to dial.

Ji Yunan didn't go to bed for two nights. As soon as he was lying in bed, he got a call from Mo Beicheng, "it's OK to talk, but I can't do anything. I haven't slept for two days. I'm going to die."

"Where's Shen Nanqiao?"

"Your wife lost, you ask me? You've been abused and stupid Ji Yunan has a bad temper when he doesn't sleep well. He scolds anyone he catches.

Mo Beicheng was silent for a few seconds. "That's OK. Shisheng will run again later. You can find it yourself."

Ji Yunan pinched his eyebrows and pressed. He got up from the bed and said, "OK, I'll find it for you. However, I haven't seen her for two days. You should check the airline first. Is it home?"

"When didn't you see anyone?"

"Just two days ago, by the way, the day after your sex news came out." While he was dressing, he dialed the extension number of the Secretary outside with his landline: "make a cup of black coffee and come in, without milk or sugar."

Mo Beicheng licked the corner of his lips and squinted coldly, "still have the spirit to drink coffee?"

"Third brother, I just don't have the spirit to drink coffee," he said. He was dressed up. When he opened the door and went out, he ran into the secretary who was going to make coffee. "Make a cup of instant coffee and take it away."

Secretary Fu's face looked like hell

No wonder he was so surprised when Ji Zong drank instant coffee and even packed it away.

Ji Yunan got into the car, folded his legs, kneaded his neck, and leaned lazily into the back of the chair. In the less bright light, his facial features and facial contour were just right and neat. He just got up from the bed, and his hair was a bit messy before he could tidy it up. But his lazy tone was even more beautiful.

He took his mobile phone to check information. Secretary Fu came down in a hurry with coffee, opened the door of the co pilot and sat in, "Mr. Ji, your coffee."

"Yes."

He answered, reached for it, and never looked away from the screen.