Chapter 447

Is there another reason?

yes.

One more.

"And you and him?"

The third brother said that Ji Yunan liked Shisheng, but Nanqiao never asked Shisheng what she felt for Ji Yunan.

Shi Sheng: "I'm not sure."

She is idly leaning against the sofa to drink. When she heard this, she choked and coughed violently.

When Sheng didn't wait to answer, Ji Yunan pushed open the door of the room, leaned against the door frame and looked at Nanqiao. He politely ordered, "you see me, it's time to go."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

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The day Nanqiao came back from the United States, Mo Beicheng received a short message from Ji Yunan: "people have been on the plane."

And then there's her flight number and time.

Mo Beicheng got up from his chair, put on his coat and left the office in a hurry with the car key.

Assistant Zhang is reporting to him. He is a little confused by this sudden action. He has been with Mo Beicheng for so many years. When did he see him in such a hurry.

He asked with a face of gossip: "Modong, are you going out?"

"Well, I'll pick someone up at the airport, and I'll be back soon. Mr. Qiao will preside over the meeting first."

Speaking of official business, assistant Zhang immediately became serious, "yes."

Mo Beicheng is no longer in the office.

Mo Beicheng went to the airport to meet Shen Nanqiao. Although he made up his mind that he didn't want to take the initiative to talk to her this time, he still couldn't leave her alone in the airport.

Forget it, take it back first and then ignore it.

On the way, Mo Beicheng received a call from the old man and yelled at him like a loud voice: "no matter where you are, get back to me right away."

As the old man got older, he became more and more irritable.

Before he got married, Mo Beicheng was scolded almost every time he called home. Fortunately, he was in the army and couldn't hold the phone 24 hours a day. Otherwise, he might be suffering from neurasthenia.

Later married, it is estimated that the old man to save face for him, scolded him less times.

"Grandfather, I have something to do now."

The old man interrupted him in a gruff voice, "I'll leave all the big things. I'm not dead yet. I'm crying, kneeling and kowtowing. Do you want to build a shed to burn two stacks of paper money?"

Then he hung up with a bang.

Mo Beicheng was scolded by him, so he couldn't feel his head at all. His grandfather was in a bad mood now, and he couldn't find anything to ask. So he directly dialed the landline of the old house's living room.

It's the housekeeper who answers the phone.

Mo Beicheng holds the phone in one hand and the steering wheel in the other. He occasionally knocks twice with his fingers on it. "What's the matter at home? Is grandfather so angry?"

It's common for the old man to lose his temper. He thought it was because of the news about him and Chen Baimo, so he didn't pay attention to it. But the sentence was crying, kneeling and kowtowing, which made him realize that things might not be so simple.

"Third young master, it's Miss Chen. She came to see his wife this morning. She cried and knelt to his wife without saying a few words. She made the old man angry. She had already been chased out by the bodyguards. Now she's still kneeling outside."

Mo Beicheng frowned.

Chen Baimo?

How did she get to the old house.

Grandfather's health is not good recently. He is afraid that if he drags on, he will get angry. He looks at the red light in front of him and turns the car around to drive towards the old house.

He looked at his watch, and there was still an hour and a half before Shen Nanqiao's plane landed.

Mo Beicheng called the driver to pick him up and went back to his old house.

Just entered the gate not far away, saw kneeling outside crying pear blossom with rain Chen Baimo, there is no one around her.

Mo Beicheng stopped the car. Instead of opening the door immediately, he lowered the window and lit a cigarette.

The air conditioner was on in the car. When he got on, he took off his coat and left it in the back seat. At the moment, he was wearing a white long sleeve shirt.

Shirt untied two buttons, the man slightly raised clavicle and sexy texture clearly visible.

He stopped far away, Chen Baimo did not find him.

After smoking a cigarette, Mo Beicheng opened the car door and strode over. Before Chen Baimo heard the footsteps and turned to look at it, he twisted her arm and pulled her up from the ground.

"Chen Baimo, what are you doing?"

She was wearing white trousers, a thick sweater with bat sleeves, and two stains were visible on her knees.

His eyes were red.

The makeup on the face is still light, no flowers.

Mo Beicheng pursed his lips and looked at her. There was obvious anger in his voice. Even the last bit of affection disappeared. He called her by name.