Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

"I'll take a call. You go first."

Yi Qiao shook his head, "don't come in, I'll buy something, soon."

Mo Beiting raised his eyes and looked into the supermarket through the two huge floor glass. He could see it back and forth in one go. He rubbed the top of the woman's hair and said, "you go first."

After Yi Qiao goes in, he just turns round to Qiao Jin Huai way: "say."

The man leaned lazily against the car door, holding the phone in his side, took out a cigarette box and lighter from his pants bag, lowered his head and lit it.

He took a deep breath. "Well, I contacted them. What's the matter? What's the problem? "

Chen Baimo was pushed out of the supermarket in a wheelchair when she saw Mo Beiting, leaning against the door, smoking and talking on the phone. She bit her lip and held the wheel of the wheelchair tightly.

The wheelchair that used to walk normally suddenly stopped moving.

The man in the wheelchair was stunned and asked, "what's the matter?"

Chen Baimo ignored him and looked straight at the direction of Mo Beiting.

The cigarette between his fingers was half burnt, and Jun's face was indistinct in the smoke. His outline and occasionally rolling Adam's apple were extremely sexy.

Such a posture, a look is waiting.

This time, this place, who he is waiting for, it goes without saying.

Chen Baimo knew that she had better leave directly now, leave quietly, and let herself keep the last dignity in his heart.

If you can't do that white moonlight, don't be the most annoying rice stick on your clothes.

However, before she completely convinced herself to leave, Mo Beiting had noticed her eyes and looked up.

The man's dark dark eyes with no temperature cool thin, just a light sweep, then turned the line of sight.

Chen Baimo's heart tip was twisted, like she was stabbed by a sharp thorn. She tightened her eyebrows in pain. In such cold weather, there was even a thin layer of sweat on the tip of her nose.

She now, unexpectedly even that loathsome rice sticky son all inferior?

His eyes, from the beginning to the end there is no slightest fluctuation, if you see a stranger in general.

The impulse instantly conquered her already weak reason. Chen Baimo almost wanted to push the wheelchair at once, but she didn't. She took a deep breath, leaned back on the back of the chair, raised her chin with pride, and said to the man behind: "go back first, I'll come back later."

The young and handsome man is a little bit tasty. "Do you know that man?"

"Yes."

"What's the relationship?"

"It's my private business. It's none of your business." Chen Baimo was a little annoyed, but he kept his voice down and tried to be soft, "you go back first."

The man kept silent for a few seconds. He didn't want to offend the woman who was still in pursuit for such a small matter. He met Chen Baimo when he was in the United States. At that time, her swan lake jumped into his heart. Later, he also pursued her, but they were all rejected mercilessly.

He is a man, or a good family man, was rejected more times, then gradually put down this mind.

I didn't expect that I would meet her again in the hospital this time, but she broke her leg and pushed her wheelchair for a walk in the garden!

"I'll wait for you in front of me. Call me when you're finished, and I'll pick you up."

"Good."

Chen Baimo didn't refuse his kindness, but also gave him a soft smile. Now, she is not the arrogant Chen Baimo.

Mo Beiting doesn't want her. She can only try her best to catch another man who is the best for her.

But she had nothing but disgust for the man.

After the man left, she pushed the wheelchair to prepare for the past, but what did she do in the past? In the face of what he can say, she has no bottom in her heart. She just feels that he shouldn't just treat her as a stranger who has nothing to do with her.

Even hate her, hate her, better than such a stranger.

She stares at Mo Beiting's side face and pushes the wheelchair to pass. The desolation in her chest becomes colder and empty, and gradually becomes barren.

Without waiting for her to walk past, the man who had been leaning against the door suddenly stood up straight and looked softly towards the glass door of the supermarket.

Chen Baimo held the hand ring tightly and stopped!

Mo Beiting walked over, holding Shen Yiqiao's waist with one hand, and naturally taking things from her hand with the other hand, glanced at her, and the hand holding her waist was tightly connected with her.

Chen Baimo has been not far from looking at, originally just in the eyes of the tears all fell down.