Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

The ticket was 20 minutes later. Mo Beicheng went outside to buy fresh juice and some snacks. Just before entering the stadium, he saw that everyone had a popcorn, so he went to buy another one.

The screening hall is a small one. There are not many people, but they are all with children.

He and Nanqiao are also unique.

The movie begins.

Mo Beicheng had no interest in those stupid sheep and the wolf. Instead, Shen Nanqiao, who was supposed to change the movie, was watching with interest with popcorn.

The movie ends with the roar of "I will come back" from grey wolf, and the light on the top of the head lights up.

The others stood up and left in turn. Only Nanqiao was still sitting firmly. Mo Beicheng asked, "don't you want to go?"

He leaned forward a little and saw the tears on Nanqiao's face, shining in the light.

It is estimated that Shen Nanqiao is the only person in the world who can watch this kind of cartoon with low IQ. Of course, Mo Beicheng knows why she cries.

I just feel sad in my heart.

Generally speaking, he does not comment on other people's education, but at this time, he also has some complaints about the Shen family.

Now that there was no one in the hall, he put his arms around her and kissed her face.

The woman in her arms had calmed down. She pushed Mo Beicheng away and said, "go back?"

"Take you to a place to relax."

Out of the cinema, Mo Beicheng to drive, Nanqiao answered a phone call, hang up, just Mo Beicheng's car came.

"Where to?"

"Field exercise," he said, driving his car and taking time to look at her, "don't think about it, real CS, at yuanrou military training base."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

She didn't think about anything.

By the time they arrived, the others had not.

Mo Beicheng twisted a bag of camouflage paint from the car, threw it on the ground, took out a can from it, pulled out the lid, and scratched a long line on Nanqiao's face.

It's cool.

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

She had never participated in such radical activities and had no right to speak. She could only let Mo Beicheng toss in her face.

Mo Beicheng finished the painting very quickly. He held her chin and looked at her face wantonly. After a while, he nodded and said, "it's not bad."

Nanqiao raised her feet. Her plan today is to go to the cinema and go shopping at most. She is also wearing high-heeled shoes to match it.

Mo Beicheng is also wearing shoes.

"Do you have any shoes?" she asked

"I let Qiao Jinhuai take it," he raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "It should be coming soon."

As soon as he finished, several cars came and stopped by Mo Beicheng's car in turn.

When the car door opened, a group of people came down, including men and women. Nan Qiao only knew Qiao Jinhuai and Yan Jinzhi.

Others are familiar with Mo Beicheng, who should introduce him to Nanqiao.

Qiao Jinhuai threw a bag to Mo Beicheng: "shoes."

There are two pairs of climbing shoes for a man and a woman.

Mo Beicheng takes it and hands it to Nanqiao.

At this time, someone came to say hello to Mo Beicheng, the owner of the club, who had retired from the special forces before.

He was very familiar with Mo Beicheng and came to receive him personally.

After the greetings, he led the people to change clothes, get equipment, and explain the rules in teams.

Qiao Jinhuai half jokingly pulled down the hair of Shang shepherd's purse from Yan Jin's car. "Shang shepherd's purse, I haven't seen you for a while. How did your hair grow so long? It's not that I've been moistened for a long time. "

Although Shang shepherd's purse has a baby face, her character is very masculine. Qiao Jinhuai's joking with her is not taboo.

The shepherd's purse glared at each other and pulled the hair out of his palm. "Don't pull it. I have a wig."

When she rescued her hair, she picked Qiao Jinhuai's chin. "I heard that when someone graduated from high school, he held a high-profile adult ceremony."

On hearing this, Qiao Jinhuai knew what she was going to say.

Black face, "you give me..."

Before saying the word "shut up", Shi Shiran said, "as a result, there have been jokes. No wonder there are psychological shadows. I dare not touch women these years. I'm afraid of losing face."

They go to the back.

There is a sense of propriety in Shangmao's joking. This kind of thing is a kind of shame for men, so there is no shouting, only a few of them know it.

Qiao Jinhuai, with a black face like ashes at the bottom of a pot, yelled at Yan Jinzhi, who was helpless: "Yan Jinzhi, I'm a mother. I don't want to sweep you into a sieve with a gun today. I'm your surname."