Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

Nanqiao shook her head and took a rest. She was able to stand up. "I'll go to the bathroom."

The bathroom is not far away, just a few steps away.

She stood by the sink, looking pale in the mirror, with two distinct Cyans under her eyes and red blood in them.

Nanqiao touched his face with the back of his hand. It was really

It's ugly.

Compared with the young Chen Baimo, it's terrible.

She stood for a while, then took a handful of water to wash her face. When she came to her senses, she used her mobile phone to click the page of booking the ticket.

The starting point is near the river, the ending point

U.S.A.

Linjiang is an international metropolis. The air ticket to the United States is not very tight. She made a temporary reservation, and there will be a flight in an hour and a half.

……

The driver waited at the door for a while, but didn't see anyone. He thought that it was Nanqiao who had delayed taking his luggage, so he didn't take it seriously. He thought that he would wait a little longer. If there was still no one, he would call his husband again.

He leaned against the car door and smoked a cigarette. Then he got a call from Mo Beicheng, "did you get the wife?"

"Sir, my wife hasn't come out yet."

Mo Beicheng was driving towards Repulse Bay when he heard that he stepped on the brake and said, "didn't you get anyone?"

It's normal for the plane to be late, but Mo Beicheng's heart was flustered. His hands holding the steering wheel were pinched tightly, "go in and ask."

When Mo Beicheng arrived at the airport, the driver was waiting for him at the exit. As soon as he saw his car, he came over in a hurry. "Sir, my wife did come back from the United States, but she bought a ticket to go back to the United States."

He is parking, smell speech, a Leng under the steering wheel hit hard point, the car almost hit the rear of a car next to.

The car won't back in.

Mo Beicheng did not continue to open, raised his hand to press the eyebrow: "what time?"

"It's taken off."

He sat in his seat for two minutes, and his hand on the lever moved. For a moment, he didn't know what he wanted to do.

Smoking or driving.

The driver saw that he did not speak all the time, and called out, "sir?"

Mo Beicheng takes out his mobile phone to call Nanqiao, although he knows that there is little hope.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is off."

He looked back through the back glass to see the crowd swarming out of the exit. There were many shadows in his eyes, so that people could not see what he was thinking. At least, the driver could not see it.

"What happened at the airport?"

"Ah?"

The driver's usual job is to drive, where to know about this kind of high skill things.

Mo Beicheng asked him to ask, and he only went to check whether his wife got on the plane or not. Even when she rescheduled her flight back to the United States, he found out by accident. Why would he deliberately inquire

Therefore, Mo Beicheng asked him, "what?"

Mo Beicheng clenched his lips tightly. According to a normal person's idea, since he decided to come back from the United States, he would have come back. If he had not met something special, he would not have bought a plane ticket and returned to the United States before leaving the airport.

But is Nanqiao normal?

He doesn't know for himself.

Mo Beicheng pushed the door open and got out of the car. No matter whether it was for other reasons or not, he planned to ask himself.

After getting off the plane, if nothing serious happened, you can't find the information desk.

Mo Beicheng directly went to the person in charge of the airport and went to the security department to adjust the monitoring. After fast forward and backward several times, Shen Nanqiao finally appeared in the picture.

She was wearing a camel windbreaker below her knees, which was a white T with light blue wide leg jeans, and her long curly hair was naturally loose.

Although the picture is clear, but after all, far away, also can't see Nanqiao face is what expression.

She was walking in the direction of the airport exit, everything was normal, nothing unusual.

Then she took out her mobile phone and turned it on. With her action, Mo Beicheng felt that his heart was closely following him, because he really couldn't understand that he had already come here. What else could make her so eager to buy a ticket back to the United States.

In a few minutes, Nanqiao in the picture ran into someone.

The monitor can't hear the sound, but judging from the state at that time, there should be a dispute.

Mo Beicheng stares at the screen sharply, and his eyes fall on the familiar figure all the time.

The entire security room, in addition to the occasional click of the mouse sound, even breathing is very small.

Nanqiao starts to walk, and the other party starts.