Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

She looked at Mo Beicheng, but because of her great absence, she didn't seem to be looking at him.

It seems that he just looks at another place, another person through him.

Mo Beicheng pinned her scattered hair behind her ears. Her throat was very sore. She finally said a complete sentence, but it was also very dry and hoarse. "I'll take you to her."

"Did Shisheng leave in a black BYD?"

Nanqiao doesn't know what's the point of asking, or she's just deceiving herself in the hope that someone will confirm for her. She's wrong, but she's already seen Ji Yunan in the flash picture just now.

Although the camera is far away, she still knows clearly that it is him.

Some people, born with leadership skills, stand out from the crowd even if they are standing in the crowd. They can be recognized at a glance, even if they are just a figure.

How can Ji Yunan stand on the bridge for an unrelated stranger with the cold air of "no strangers". In this cold day, he is wearing a suit that doesn't keep out the cold at all. He is either crazy or the people who fall are closely related to him.

Mo Beicheng

His pupil eye acutely contracted for a while, tightly pursed lips, he could not say a word.

For the first time, he felt that the lack of language was a matter of irritability and collapse. He knew the importance of Shisheng to Nanqiao. Even if he didn't want to hear it, it didn't prevent someone from telling him that his wife was almost crazy for a man. If it wasn't for her best friend, she might have died now.

Now when Sheng has an accident, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he has to admit it. Even if he has the ability to communicate with heaven, he can't help. He can only wait.

But he can't help. He doesn't even know how to comfort her now.

At this moment, it seems that all words have lost their function.

Mo Beicheng's Adam's apple rolled violently. After a long time, he said, "Nanqiao, do you want to have a look?"

Nanqiao suddenly broke away and sat up by himself.

"Pop."

A slap in his face, a woman's strength is not big, but in this case, often produce a kind of extraordinary strength.

Mo Beicheng was beaten by her, and even showed signs of swelling.

The four fingers were still visible in the dim light.

South Joe stares at him, coldly says: "you promised, she will be OK."

Mo didn't have any mood swings on his face. He didn't even have the most basic anger of being beaten. He said, "I'm sorry."

"Why did I believe you? I should go to her, I know, can't let her and Ji Yunan that pervert alone

Why did I believe you then——

This sentence, like a needle, punctured in the softest place in his heart.

Mo Beicheng's hand on his side tightened a little, and his tone was plain: "they didn't get along with each other alone."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

She pushed Mo Beicheng away and walked quickly towards the gate. When she passed the entrance, she took the car key and went out without changing her shoes.

Mo Beicheng pursed his lower lip and got up to catch up.

The man's legs are slender and strong. Before Nanqiao gets on the bus, he intercepts her. "You're in an unstable mood and prone to accidents. I'll drive."

Nanqiao didn't argue with him. Her current situation is not suitable for driving, and her driving skills are not in the same level as Mo Beicheng's.

She wants to find Shi Sheng, not to die.

If Shisheng doesn't die, she will bring her back, and won't let Ji Yunan get close to her. If Shisheng dies, she will revenge her!

Nanqiao pulled the co pilot to sit in, just tied the seat belt, and the car drove out. She laughed bitterly at herself. How many people would she have to avenge in her life?

In the middle of the night, there was no car on the road. Mo Beicheng had good driving skills and soon arrived at the third bridge where the accident happened.

The car has been salvaged, black BYD, the front of the car has been completely deformed, and it's wet.

There were no onlookers except reporters, police and firefighters.

This bridge was built just last year. After passing the bridge, it was completely out of the city. It was fine during the day, but there was no car passing by at night.

Good road, low traffic.

It's reasonable that Shisheng would choose this road.

As soon as the car stopped, Nanqiao opened the door and went down. He tripped over the toe of his shoe and almost fell down.

Mo Beicheng's heart followed closely as he looked at her. He took two steps and reached out to help her. Nanqiao had already stood firm.