Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

If it was any other man, she would feel that he was playing hard to get with her.

But is mo Beiting an ordinary man?

He has never played a joke for such a long time. He has always been a man of one mind.

If he had not made up his mind, would he have said such a thing?

Mo Beiting said that, it has nothing to do with whether he loves Shen Yiqiao or not.

He's married, and that's a watershed.

To Chen Baimo's obstinate eyes, he didn't want to give her illusory hope, "yes."

He found that he didn't reject Shen Yiqiao much!

"Impossible," Chen Baimo denied, "you are not love for her, it is responsibility, it is because of sleeping her, guilt caused by the sense of responsibility."

Mo Beiting was never a glib and could not explain, so he turned and left.

"Mo Beiting, I'll wait until you see Shen Yiqiao's true face and divorce her. She doesn't love you. She loves Lu Yan from beginning to end."

In response, the door slammed shut!

……

Yan Jinzhi enters Qiao Jinhuai's room without saying anything. She takes out a bottle of wine directly from the wine cabinet, opens it, pours a cup for herself, drinks it all in one breath, and pours a cup again.

Qiao Jinhuai pressed his hand impatiently: "why? Go back to your room if you don't like it. "

"I drink to calm down, calm down."

Qiao Jinhuai

He didn't want to talk to him and turned to take a bath.

Yan Jinzhi grabbed him in a hurry: "Jinhuai, I regret bringing elder sister Baimo."

"She didn't mean that she came to the United States to deal with the follow-up of leaving the group. If you don't bring her, she will come herself. What are you doing here?" Qiao Jinhuai sat down beside him and poured himself a cup.

Yan Jin's desire for words and stop, one is his adoration of the third brother, one is he when half a sister.

They mixed up with their third sister-in-law on their back.

It's really hard to say.

"Do you really hate third sister-in-law that much?"

Mentioned Shen Yiqiao, Qiao Jinhuai subconsciously twisted eyebrows: "did not say hate her."

"So you like her?"

Yan Jin is teasing him, looking at his half dead expression, not happy, deliberately.

As a result, Qiao Jinhuai's mouthful of wine was sprayed directly, and he stood up from his position, "what are you talking about? That's the third brother's wife. Can I like her? "

Yan Jin's Leng Leng looked at him, "don't like, don't like, you reaction so big why?"

Qiao Jinhuai also felt that he overreacted, sat down, but still a face of displeasure, "this kind of joke after don't open."

"Oh," Yan Jinzhi thinks Qiao Jinhuai is strange, but he doesn't care. His mind is full of the scene he saw just now. He thinks she has to find someone to talk about it. Otherwise, she will suffer from insomnia tonight. "Jin Huai, I just went to see sister Baimo and saw the third brother."

"Oh."

Qiao Jin Huai side drinking, while perfunctory response.

Third brother and Chen Baimo.

It's not unusual to be in one place.

After they broke up, they didn't die of old age like other lovers!

Yan Jinzhi felt that talking to Qiao Jinhuai about this was to talk to the cow. He glared at him angrily, "if I don't go in, I'll probably get out of bed. I feel like this. I'm sorry for the third sister-in-law. After all, I'm the one who brought Bai Mo, I can't..."

He slammed down the glass and stood up from his seat. "I have to stop it."

Qiao Jinhuai holds the cup and looks at his back. He doesn't know whether he didn't stop him or not.

All in all, sitting still.

Yan Jinzhi goes straight to Chen Baimo's room.

The door is closed!

Because of the relationship between Chen Baimo and his third brother, he could not knock on the door. He stood at the door for a while and then turned to knock on the door of Mo Beiting's room.

The door opened.

Yan Jin's relief tone, "three elder brothers."

Mo Beiting was still wearing the suit he had just worn. He was a bit disordered, holding the door in his hand, and he didn't mean to invite him in.

The vision coolly swept him one eye, without politeness threw the door.

Yan Jinzhi touched the ash of a face, and looked at the closed door opposite, some of them scratched their hair.

It's so hot.