Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

If Shi Sheng is not Shen Nanqiao's friend, Mo Beicheng will naturally be partial to Ji Yunan. It's human nature to be more tolerant of people close to him, even he is no exception.

Qiao Jin Huai shrugged, it doesn't matter.

He is not familiar with Ji Yunan, and it is because of Mo Beicheng that he interferes in this matter. "You say that as a woman, how can she have such great ability to hide without leaking."

Smoke almost, Mo Beicheng ran out the cigarette end, slightly raised his eyes, "it's not a drop of water."

She sent money to Nanjo.

Shen Nanqiao is not a celebrity. There are no reporters chasing her every day, but Shi Sheng knows that she is short of money for the first time.

He didn't think that when she was in China, Sheng still had such good connections to get information. Even Ji Yunan couldn't help it, not to mention that she was a secretary of the president's office.

And he asked the front desk at that time, it was the same city express.

Therefore, Shisheng should be in Linjiang.

What's more, the necklace is still in Nanqiao's hands. She worked so hard that there's no reason why she won't want it.

Mo Beicheng strode in, Ji Yunan hand pressure forehead, with a decadent posture half paralysis lying on the sofa, chin lines taut, "I'm ok, where you go back and forth, don't get in front of me."

The man's voice is cold and low, irritable and repressive.

Mo Beicheng went to the sofa opposite him and sat down. His posture was very light. "If it wasn't for your servant who said you were dying, I wouldn't have come."

When Ji's servant couldn't help calling him, he had already got off the plane and was in the car.

So even if the servant doesn't call, he will come.

Ji Yunan

He opened his eyes, which is full of gloomy anger, "you are dying, the evidence has not been handed over to the court, I can not die."

It's impossible to say that the Ji family is completely innocent and has not touched the legal boundary, but the difference between the severity of criminal responsibility.

"I don't worry about going to court. The evidence will be related for several years. I'm afraid you'll kill yourself before you go to court. The housekeeper said that he didn't sleep for several days and didn't eat. Are you going to die directly or become an immortal?"

"I'm ok," the man sat up straight. It's snowing outside this season in the United States.

At home, the heating is on. Ji Yunan only wears a smoky grey shirt without cufflinks. His sleeves are rolled to his elbow at will, revealing the sexy muscles on his little arm.

Eyes a dark red, rolling with a gloomy chill, "there is news?"

The distance is very close.

For the first time, Mo Beicheng clearly saw such a distinct emotional fluctuation on this man's face, deep and long, with a refreshing cold.

"Not yet, but there is a scope. We should have news in a few days."

"Yes." Ji Yunan answered and didn't speak any more.

After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Mo Beicheng. He asked irritably, "why don't you go? I'm not retarded. Can I commit suicide for a woman? "

Mo Beicheng light way: "mental retardation can't, just because you are not mental retardation, I just look at you here."

Ji Yunan

He closed his eyes and didn't want to talk to Mo Beicheng.

He's really in a bad state these days. Since he received the photos of the evidence sent by Sheng, his mood has been extremely irritable.

She really wanted to kill him.

At the thought of this, Ji Yunan's temples on both sides of the sudden beat, pain as if to explode in general.

Thin lips close, a bit of ferocious ruthlessness, the back of the hand, like a wild animal running wantonly.

Housekeeper cooked porridge to send over, white porridge, soft glutinous, "sir."

Ji Yunan twisted his eyebrows and didn't open his eyes. "What's the matter?"

"Have some porridge."

"Take it down."

The housekeeper is not a young middle-aged American woman. She doesn't grow fat and is not beautiful. She looks at Mo Beicheng and Ji Yunan. They don't have a good meal these days. If they don't eat any more, they will be wasted.

She thought that Mo Beicheng had come, and Ji Yunan would eat a little, so she went to cook the porridge in a hurry.

Mo Beicheng: "porridge down, you go down."

"Yes." She was relieved.

After the housekeeper went down, Mo Beicheng pushed the bowl to the south of Ji Yu. His expression was full of disgust and sneer. "You can't be like a Niang gun. You need to be fed."

Ji Yunan took a look at Mo Beicheng, with a sneer hidden in his indifferent expression, "if I say yes, are you going to feed me?"