Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

Getting up from bed, my whole body aches to death.

Nanqiao looked at the time. It was only six o'clock. It was dark outside.

But she didn't feel sleepy. She got up, washed, changed her clothes and went downstairs.

Sister GUI has just started to prepare breakfast. Unexpectedly, Nanqiao got up so early and said with an apologetic face: "sorry, madam, I have to wait for breakfast for a while, or I'll make some sandwiches for you first."

"No, I'm not hungry."

Nanqiao curled up on the sofa, her fingers unconsciously sliding on the mobile phone screen. She opened the page of booking air tickets in wechat.

Then, there is an impulse out of the body.

The heart beat fast in an instant.

The latest flight to the United States is three hours later.

She's going to be able to catch up now.

Nanqiao ordered the air ticket and went out with only a small bag. The house in the United States has not been sold yet, and there are clothes for her to change temporarily.

Sister GUI didn't understand her character. Seeing that she was leaving, she thought it was her bad work that made Nanqiao angry. "I'm sorry, madam. I'll prepare dinner earlier tomorrow."

Nanqiao knew that she misunderstood and explained: "I have something to go out temporarily. It has nothing to do with breakfast. I don't have to do it early. Just be on time at 8 o'clock. Besides, I won't come back tonight."

She didn't tell sister GUI where she was going. Linjiang had only 13 hours to fly to the United States. If there was no accident, she would arrive at the time when Mo Beicheng had lunch.

"Well, if you call..."

"You say I went to Muzi today and won't come back at night."

At the moment, she is like a child, eager to surprise the people she likes.

Nanqiao hasn't been so childish for many years.

Changing the boarding pass, entering the security check, getting on the plane, everything went well.

Afraid that Mo Beicheng could not get through to her, she worried that when she left, she called him.

This time, the United States is more than nine in the evening.

The phone rang twice and was picked up. "Hello."

Mo Beicheng was surprised that she would take the initiative to call him, "what's the matter?"

"It's OK. I just got up. I may be very busy today. I'll give you a call when I'm free."

Men bend their lips, tease her, "EQ has improved."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

Two people didn't chat a few words, Mo Beicheng there is something, hang up.

It's impossible to have a first-class ticket. She's not as rich as Mo Beicheng. She spends 100000 yuan to change seats with others.

But it's really uncomfortable to sit in economy class. There are too many people, too little space, too much food and drink. She's very picky, so she only drinks a little water.

She's a little airsick again.

Waiting for the plane to stop at the Los Angeles Airport, she was almost dead, and felt her head was going to explode.

She got off the plane, found a restaurant, had a snack, and had a rest for a while before she felt better.

She didn't know where Mo Beicheng lived, so she took a taxi to AC.

In the car, she turned on the phone and was ready to call Mo Beicheng. The next second when the cell phone signal box jumped out, the phone began to vibrate. There were more than a dozen missed messages.

Mo Beicheng's and Muzi's.

She dials back to Mo Beicheng's number, and just rings, she answers. Mo Beicheng's voice suppresses his gloomy anger, "are you ok?"

This opening line... Is so unreasonable.

Nanqiao holding the mobile phone, honest answer: "I'm ok."

Mo Beicheng was filled with anger that he wanted to tear him apart. He called her to turn off the phone and called back to the villa. The servant said that she was sleeping in Muzi tonight and called Muzi. Muzi said that she had never called her at all, let alone went to her. When he called the company, the manager said that she had asked for leave today and didn't go to work.

It's been five hours since he got up. He's crazy to look for her. She just said, "I'm ok." I'm not sorry at all.

He pursed his lips. Before he could scold, Nanqiao said, "I'm in Los Angeles."

Mo Beicheng

His anger, which had just expanded so much that he almost burst out of his body, died down in a moment. He stepped on his feet, kept silent for a few seconds, and asked again, "where are you?"

He is now in the lobby of the airport, ready to board for home.

Nanqiao looked back, staring at the logo of the terminal, "Los Angeles, on the taxi to ac."

The last sentence let Mo Beicheng reaction, she came to the United States is to find him.