Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

The food made by sister GUI has been heated several times, and the color of vegetables and meat is not fresh.

Mo Beicheng opened the refrigerator and picked out a tomato, an egg and minced meat.

All seasonings are ready-made, just stir fry minced meat, eggs and tomatoes, pour them on the cooked noodles, and it's quick.

Mo Beicheng went upstairs with his face in his hand. Nanqiao was asleep.

I really fell asleep.

When he opened the door, he habitually lowered his voice and didn't wake her up.

Mo Beicheng hesitated for a few seconds and decided not to disturb her until she woke up.

Nanqiao didn't eat for a day, and he didn't eat for a day. As soon as he came back, he went into the study to deal with the company's affairs. Later, he has been tossing about until now.

I didn't feel hungry before. Now I smell the fragrance, and I find that I'm hungry and I have some stomachache!

Finish the noodles.

Mo Beicheng stood up, went to the French window, took out a packet of cigarettes from the side cabinet drawer, pinched out one, held it, and lowered his head to light it.

His face was half lit by the orange fire.

The noodles were cooked for Nanqiao, and the portion was only enough for a woman. He was a little more than he wanted to eat, but he didn't want to toss about.

Under the warm color halo, the man's happy back shows a kind of loneliness rarely seen in ordinary days.

Halfway through the smoke, he took out his mobile phone and called Ji Yunan.

After leaving in the afternoon, there was no news, and I didn't know whether I had returned to the United States or was still in Linjiang.

Now, what he worries about most is him.

An old virgin who has been living for 30 years, it's not easy to find a woman, but it makes him fall into the river.

Think about it, the other party would rather fall into the river than follow him, which is a blow to a man who has been rich for three generations since he was a child.

I can't believe it's reasonable.

A mechanical female voice came from the receiver: "sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off."

Mo Beicheng twisted his eyebrows and dialed the landline number of the villa instead.

It's through. No one answers.

After smoking a cigarette, Mo Beicheng snuffed out the butt and threw it into the garbage can. He didn't plan to take a bath, but the smell of smoke was too strong on him. When he came back to the guest room from the reception hall, he passed by the master bedroom and went to have a simple flush and mouthwash.

He didn't find Ji Yunan. Although he was worried, he wasn't in a hurry to let someone look for someone.

A big man, even if he encounters some setbacks, will not be able to seek for life and death. His skill, even if he is in a bad mood to make trouble, will not be easily abandoned.

I went back to my room.

He first went around to Nanqiao's side, turned off the lamp, then came back by the light of the mobile phone screen, opened the quilt and lay in.

Fearing that she would be awakened by the cold, Mo Beicheng raised the temperature of the water when he took a bath. At this moment, his body was boiling hot, and he just carried the woman's cool body into his arms even after sleeping for so long.

After two days, he was tired.

After lying down, he fell asleep a few minutes later.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, Mo Beicheng subconsciously wanted to hold the woman tightly, but he got nothing.

He suddenly wakes up from his deep sleep, opens his eyes, and Shen Nanqiao's original position is gone.

A touch, has become cold.

"Nanqiao?"

He sat up.

Although I know she didn't leave, I can't help but feel tight in my heart. Although they didn't say anything about Shisheng, it was always a knot between them before I was sure she was safe.

After looking around the room and confirming that there was no one, he put on his shoes and went out of the room.

He didn't hear the engine. He must still be in the villa.

However, the worry was only temporary. He didn't need to make a lot of efforts to find it. Then he heard the voice coming from the reception hall beside the study.

It's Nanqiao's.

Too far apart, women's voice and pressure is very small, and can not hear the content of the words.

Mo Beicheng came out in such a hurry that he didn't even care about his shoes. At this time, he stepped on the carpet barefoot.

The air was filled with a touch of mellow wine.

It's the 82 year old Lafite he put on the bottom of the wine cabinet.

It's not because of his in-depth study of wine that he has reached the point of smelling and recognizing wine, but because he usually drinks more of this kind of wine, he can smell it over time.

In the reception hall.

Two women in a natural loose posture cross legged sitting on the sofa, are a bit drunk, the body is unstable East sway West.

Mo Beicheng's eyes fell on Nanqiao, who was only wearing pajamas. He frowned and walked over calmly——

The two women were both drunk, and their senses were all out of shape. They didn't find Mo Beicheng at all. They didn't look up until they felt a shadow coming down from their head.