Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

"I know what you're worried about. If I die, it's my bad luck. If I don't die, if you still want me, I'll stay with you when I come back from America." Her voice is low and deep, very gentle, "if I don't do anything, it will become the shadow of my life, even if Shisheng is still alive, I can't face her again."

Nanqiao was so emotional in front of Mo Beicheng for the first time.

never abandon.

Mo Beicheng sneer, what a good oath.

He put the spoon into the bowl heavily, and the brown sugar water splashed on the back of his hand. Without looking at it, he leaned over and put the bowl on the bedside table. "If it still hurts badly, let the driver take you to the hospital in the afternoon."

The man wiped the sugar stains on his hands with a paper towel and got up to go out.

Nanqiao looked at his back: "third brother."

Mo Beicheng stopped and was silent for a few seconds: "I'll think about it."

In fact, there is no need to think about it at all. He already has the result in his mind.

"I want to go out this afternoon."

"Eat the meal and bring the bodyguard with you."

This time, Nanqiao didn't speak any more. Mo Beicheng stood there for a few seconds and opened the door.

Not long after he went out, sister GUI knocked on the door: "madam."

"Come in."

The hot water bag in sister GUI's hand is a cartoon version, "madam, this is the hot water bag that your husband ordered to buy for you. You probably feel so painful because of Gong Han. Cover it first, and it will be better in a moment."

"Yes."

Nanqiao answered. She kept her head down. Sister GUI couldn't see her face clearly. She couldn't hear anything strange from her voice.

Thinking that she was in great pain and didn't want to speak, she handed her the hot water bag and was ready to go out: "Sir, before you leave, I asked me to prepare some light meals for you. Now I've made them for you, OK?"

She thought Nanqiao would refuse, but her husband didn't look well when he left. It seems that he didn't coax her well.

Just want to persuade a few more, South Joe has already made a sound, the voice is a little buzzing: "en."

Sister GUI hurried down to cook for fear that she would repent if she was too slow.

It was not long after the door closed that Nanqiao looked up, his face full of tears.

She didn't know why she was crying, but she couldn't help it.

Once people rely on them, they will become vulnerable.

That's true at all.

Mo Beicheng used his hands to prop up her collapsed world again, like an indestructible blockhouse, resisting all negative things.

If Lu Yan taught her to love, to be strong and to be brave, the only thing Mo Beicheng taught her was fear.

Fear of death, fear of loss, fear that one day when he turned around, he would disappear.

If it was in the past, she could rush forward regardless of everything, even if it was a sea of fire waiting for her.

But now——

She was afraid.

She didn't dare.

Nanqiao pasted the hot water bag on his face, which had been charged with electricity. Through a layer of hairy cloth, the temperature was slightly hot, but it didn't hurt people.

"Third brother, I will cherish it."

What to cherish.

She didn't say.

Maybe she doesn't know.

……

Nanqiao had dinner, went out in the afternoon, and had been in the room since he came back.

After drinking ginger brown sugar water and holding the hot water bag for several hours, my stomach is not so painful.

She wondered where Shisheng would put such important evidence.

When Nanqiao was absorbed in the thought, he heard the sound of the engine below. Subconsciously, he felt out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was only four o'clock, and the third brother didn't leave work so early.

However, there seems to be no one else except Mo Beicheng.

When she came in, she didn't close the bedroom door. No one would come up on the second floor except sister GUI. But sister GUI would knock on the door before she came in. The master bedroom is a small suite, and you can't see the bed from the door. You need to go around the living room.

Nanqiao guessed who it was in a daze, and then she heard sister GUI shout: "sir."

In a few minutes, the tall and straight figure of the man appeared in the bedroom. He looked down at Nanqiao on the bed. His face was uglier than when he left in the morning. He pursed his lips and didn't know if it was because of the backlight. His eyes were dark and heavy, cold and could arouse a chill on his body.

Nanqiao sat up, "third brother."

"Where did you go this afternoon?" Mo Beicheng repressed his temper, but his words brought out sparks.

South Joe don't know what he lost his temper, with a finger comb under the disheveled hair, "out a trip."

"What's going on?"

Mo Beicheng didn't get angry, but his face was cold. Without asking a word, the air pressure was a little lower.