Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

Nanqiao's low voice was a rare fluster.

It seems that when they withdraw, Shisheng really has no hope, but she also knows that even if they do not withdraw, there will be no result.

It's just dragging a group of people to do useless work.

The leading policeman was relieved when he heard Mo Beicheng's words, but now he twisted again and looked embarrassed.

His attention this day is on the salvage team, for fear of missing any details, but it does not mean that he is completely deaf.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Beicheng held Shen Nanqiao's hand tightly. In the middle of the journey, he ordered people to buy hot tea and cakes. Looking at the logo on the bag, they were not available nearby.

Of course, he is a rough man who doesn't know the brand of cake.

One of his friends exclaimed: this cake is half an hour's drive away from the nearest shop. He only knew that it was so troublesome.

Now Shen Nanqiao says that he can't withdraw, but he probably can't.

"Mrs. San Shao, I know Miss Shi is your friend. You don't feel well now, but as you can see, it's been so long and there's no clue. If there's any hope, none of us is willing to give up."

Nanqiao's expression seemed to be in a trance.

Did not say to withdraw, or not to withdraw.

Mo Beicheng's sharp and indifferent eyes swept at the man, who had to persuade him again, but he suddenly stopped.

"Since my wife says no, go ahead." Mo Beicheng's tone did not fluctuate, but gave people an irresistible sense of oppression, "no place to find, then dig three feet, give me the mud below."

The man had no choice but to order his men to continue fishing.

But in my heart, Mo sanshao, who was passed on by others, was a crazy devil.

It took another hour or so to salvage, but no one found it. A lot of mud fell.

"Nanqiao." Muzi was going to come and persuade her. As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard Nanqiao say, "don't fish. Let's withdraw. Everyone is working hard."

With that, without looking at the busy people under the bridge, she turned and walked away.

Her feet were fast and her back was straight.

Even Mo Beicheng, who was standing beside her, didn't react. He was a few steps away from him.

Muzi hurried up.

In the heart of Ji Yunan that slag man is more resentment and anger, want to take a knife directly split him.

Shi Sheng is his wife. He left without saying anything.

It's cruel to let Nanqiao make this decision. If Shisheng is OK in the future, and if she really dies, Nanqiao will feel that she agreed to withdraw to harm Shisheng.

"Nanqiao," Muzi grasped her hand tightly, and her eyes were staring at her tightly. "Don't think too much. It's the best news that Shisheng doesn't have any news now. If you are really upset, you can call Wei'an."

This kind of thing, with her eloquence and ability, is certainly unable to persuade.

Wei An is a psychologist, who can enlighten her from a professional point of view.

She would rather Nanqiao cry hysterically in front of her like Lu Yan died at the beginning, rather than like now, the whole person is like a taut string, she even dare not force, for fear that it will be broken accidentally.

If Nanqiao wants to make another discount this time, he will not be able to make it back.

"I'm ok," said Nanqiao. She couldn't hear any emotion except her hoarse voice. She looked at the front and didn't even let Muzi hold her hand. "I want to go back to sleep. I'm a little sleepy."

If last night that half an hour is less than the nightmare awakened by the short sleep is not counted, she has nearly two days and a night did not sleep.

So at this time, she should close her eyes and have a sleep.

Muzi now can't rest assured that she is alone. Although Mo Beicheng is there, how can a man understand a woman's mind.

Besides, Mo Beicheng was a soldier.

She's never heard of a soldier's sweet talk.

Therefore, she is not at ease to hand over Nanqiao to Mo Beicheng.

"I didn't sleep last night either. It's inconvenient to take a taxi here. We're going in the opposite direction. We're going to toss it around. Let's go to your place."

Nanqiao knew that Muzi was just afraid of her thinking too much, but now she just wanted to lie down and sleep, without any other thoughts.

But Muzi was also kind.

"Good."

Back to Repulse Bay, Nanqiao was going to go upstairs to sleep directly. Mo Beicheng held his arm and said, "I'll go up after dinner."

Nanqiao didn't eat today, only drank two mouthfuls of milk, which he forced to drink.