Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

"Ah?"

In doubt, Mo Beiting had gone out with the car key.

When he closed the door, he said, "I won't come back tonight. You can stay in the main house and watch your wife's situation at any time. If you have something to call me."

The door closed.

Elder sister Rong went upstairs in a hurry. She found a circle in her study and didn't see anyone.

Isn't it?

But she just listened, sir seems to come out of the study, "ma'am?"

"I'm here. Help me untie my hand."

Yi Qiao's insipid voice came in from the balcony, where the curtain was drawn. When Rong Jie came in, she didn't pay attention to it. She ran to hear Yi Qiao's voice.

But the scene in front of her left her a little stunned. Yi Qiao was tied to the guardrail in ragged clothes, and her hair was all over her face: "madam, this..."

She blurted out to ask, "what's the matter with you?" but she didn't ask much about her master's family. She recognized that the white cloth tied to her wife's hand was her husband's shirt.

She hurried to help Yi Qiao untie the knot of her shirt.

Mo Beiting drove aimlessly on the road and unconsciously stopped at the gate of Royal No.1.

The neon of the logo is very bright, Mo Beiting's eyes are slightly stinging, and suddenly narrowed up.

In this noisy night, he smokes alone in the car. He can't help but think of Shen Yiqiao. Gradually, he grows a kind of gnashing hatred.

Those hate gradually evolved into irritability and anger, entrenched in the heart.

The man's thin lips are tight, his fingers fall on the steering wheel, his eyes are deep and calm!

When a cigarette was finished, he lowered the window and flicked the butt into the garbage can.

Mo Beiting stepped on the accelerator, and the car ran out at the fastest speed, making a huge roar.

……

Qiao Jinhuai was awakened by a door bell. He opened his eyes, pressed the lamp, and took a look at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

"Damn, don't press. I'm not dead. I hear you."

There was an obvious irritability and exasperation in the vague voice.

Qiao Jinhuai came down from bed, closed her eyes and put on her shoes to open the door. During this period, the doorbell never stopped.

Pulling open the door, Qiao Jinhuai didn't see who was standing at the door. Leaning against the door frame, she scolded: "you're sick, don't know what time it is?"

"Four in the morning."

Qiao Jinhuai

He opened his stinging eyes and said: "third brother, why don't you sleep at home at night

Since Mo Beiting got married, the three of them got together occasionally, which was also an early ending.

Mo Beiting walked straight past him into the living room, sat on the sofa, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, "do you have any wine?"

Qiao Jinhuai saw that he had a bad face and was in a bad mood. He was sleepy and sober. "You came to me in the evening. Did you quarrel with her?"

He took a bottle of whisky out of the wine cabinet and went to the kitchen for two glasses and a poke of ice.

"Yes." Mo Beiting frowned and squeezed a monosyllabic from his throat.

Qiao Jinhuai poured the wine, spread her legs, leaned back to the back seat of the sofa, and put on a posture of Ge You paralysis, "I'll take you back after drinking."

"If you don't go back, you'll clean up a guest room for me."

Qiao chin Huai half opened his eyes, the corner of his eyes looked at him up and down, simply "three elder brothers also don't cry," your mother son, quarrel still Xing run away from home. "

Mo Beiting kicked him in the calf, but also chose a tricky position, pain Qiao Jinhua almost called out.

"Go and clean up the room. There's more nonsense than culture. If you don't drink together, you should go without death."

Mo Beiting raised his hand and poured out a full glass of wine. He drank it in a slow and orderly manner, and the mellow taste of the wine diffused throughout his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes and his mind was a little empty.

Qiao Jinhuai also poured a cup for herself, cocked her legs and asked casually, "what's the matter? Is it worth running away from home? "

Mo Beiting's action of holding the wine glass, under the light, the man's face suddenly darkened several degrees.

For a moment, he drank as if nothing had happened, "it's OK."

Qiao Jinhuai

Two big men, Mo Beiting is still the kind of people who drink and don't talk, and even don't drink to drown their worries.

There's no passion at all.

Qiao Jinhuai drank two cups, sleepy, holding a pillow half lying on the sofa fell asleep.

……

Having a bad time with Mo Beiting, Yi Qiao narrows for a while when it's almost dawn, but suddenly wakes up because of a nightmare.