Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

There's a meeting tomorrow morning.

The mellow aroma of red wine soon diffuses. Qiao Jinhuai doesn't know how to taste wine, but he can tell that it's good.

Mo Beicheng looked up and drank.

It's not the right way to open red wine at all.

Qiao Jinhuai doesn't have any other feelings except for his bottle of wine that has been spoiled. It's not the first time that the third brother quarrels with Nan Qiao. It's not the first time that he drinks muggy wine.

His hand with chopsticks stopped for two seconds, his eyes were familiar with it, or he had other feelings, but he was pressed down in time, and he didn't dare to experience it deeply.

"She didn't get in the car."

Qiao Jinhuai guessed that there was no her in the victims, and there was no her in the people rescued. Could it be that she could grow wings and fly out of thin air.

He quickly finished his meal, rubbed his hands hard, rubbed his face to wake up, and poured himself a glass of wine, "well, then."

Mo Beicheng was not the kind of person who would pour bitter water on others when things happened. On the contrary, he liked to keep most things in his heart, especially feelings.

He was a little more drowsy.

Mo Beicheng took out the cigarette and lighter from his body, handed one to Qiao Jinhuai, and lit one by himself. The blue and white smoke curled away, and his facial features were blurred for a few seconds.

"The reason why she didn't get on the bus was that Lu Yan's mother and his brother were leaving. She went to see them off." He has a hoarse voice.

Qiao Jinhuai

He didn't know how to persuade him about feelings, but he was mo Beicheng's friend, and naturally he was a little more towards him.

Mo Beicheng spat out smoke and gave a cold smile.

In fact, he is contradictory. He is glad that Nanqiao got off the bus because she wanted to see off the Lu family, but he worries that she got off the bus for the Lu family.

More than he thought.

Such complex emotions intertwined together, so that he could not control the fierce temper and anger in the deep of his body, so he made a rough move to Shen Nan Qiao.

But no matter how contradictory, he was thankful, even a little grateful to them.

At the beginning, he introduced Lu Ran's work with a little selfishness and found someone far away from the city. But in the end, the effect of DUOGU NOMI came back to him and saved Shen Nanqiao.

Qiao Jinhuai naturally understood what he thought now. Although he only fell in love once in high school, and Mao didn't grow up at that time, and he didn't know what to love or not. He only watched his classmates talk about their love and felt that he was a bachelor and had no face, but his basic EQ still existed.

This kind of little emotion between lovers, he understood in junior high school.

"If she didn't get out of the car to see off the Lu family, she would be in that car. Now she might be dead, lying in the hospital, or hemiplegia or plant paralysis. Is that what you want to see?"

Mo Beicheng stared at him coldly for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "go to bed."

He doesn't need persuasion. He knows all the things he should know. He's angry because he's not happy. He's not happy after persuasion.

This kind of irrational feeling is too perceptual and lacks basic scientific theoretical basis. He never thought that one day he would be angry and annoyed for this kind of thing without reason.

Qiao Jinhuai patted him on the shoulder, "I went to sleep, something called me, the quilt in the closet, to sleep in their own shop, to go, remember to close the door."

He came here just to be quiet. Nothing happened to him.

……

More than half a bottle of red wine, Mo Beicheng's mobile phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and frowned, "hello."

"Sorry, sanshao, we didn't find it."

Mo Beicheng had been in a bad mood, and things have not progressed, the whole person is particularly gloomy and irritable, "did not find anyone, why do you call me? Just get out of here. "

The other party was roared into silence.

Through the receiver, you can feel the man's bloody face at the moment. It's Mo sanshao who asked them to give him a message tonight, but he doesn't dare to explain. At this time, he will die if he hits the muzzle.

He didn't speak in a dull voice. He apologized when he thought that the man's anger had subsided

"If you can't find anyone, just get out of here and say I'm sorry. You can open a company to apologize."

Now, he is most tired of these three words.

Without waiting to talk over there, Mo Beicheng hung up directly.

He sat on the sofa quietly smoking, half squinting at the top of the ceiling, until a cigarette finished, Mo Beicheng got up, cigarette ends were pressed out in the ashtray.

I didn't sleep for three days and three nights. After drinking more than half a bottle of wine, I still didn't feel sleepy at all.

If he goes on like this, he will be tossed by Shen Nan Qiao and lose sleep.