Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

One of Yan Jin's expressions is ghost. Third brother, what about moral integrity?

You used to treat Chen Baimo as a modest, gentle and gentle young man who didn't risk a word of dirty words?

Yiqiao went to sleep again soon.

The body curls up into a ball, the typical lack of a sense of security sleeping position.

After what happened to Qiao Jinhuai last time, Yan Jinzhi didn't like her very much. Business for her to tie up a drop, but also did not go to the speed, got up and walked to the side of Mo Beiting standing on the balcony smoking, also lit a cigarette, "third brother, white foam elder sister there, or you go to send it."

Mo Beiting turned his head and looked inside, "are you done?"

"Well, if it doesn't get better tomorrow, I'll go to the hospital for a few more days. I don't have any injections to relieve the drug. Sleeping pills can only be boiled by her. But she doesn't take them once or twice. It's no big problem."

In his tone, he was totally indifferent to strangers.

Mo Beiting doesn't care about Yan Jinzhi's attitude. He doesn't love Shen Yiqiao. Naturally, he doesn't feel uncomfortable because his friends are indifferent to her.

He exercises all the year round and seldom gets sick. Even if he is uncomfortable, he can lie down for half a day.

Therefore, Shen Yiqiao's body constitution, which is about to be dripped with a cold, is confused, "is she born or acquired?"

"She doesn't have any congenital diseases. This situation must be the result of the day after tomorrow. Last time, you saw her drinking posture. She drank four bottles of foreign wine without blinking her eyes, and old Joe didn't have as much strength as her. Knowing that she's allergic to sleeping pills, she's typical of a chronic suicide. Third brother, this woman is psychologically ill. You take advantage of her and Baimo to get angry. Now Baimo has regretted it. You get divorced quickly. Otherwise, you will have to send her to a mental hospital in the future. "

Mo Beiting frowned slightly. This time, he was really annoyed. "When was his mouth so poisonous?"

Yan Jinzhi pinched the cigarette and shriveled her mouth, "I just can't stand her. Last time you asked Old Joe to apologize to her, you see her attitude, it can make people angry..."

"It's too late. You send the foam back."

He turned and walked in, followed by Yan Jin's sneer, "I send her back, can she follow me? You don't know that she's afraid of thunder. In such a heavy thunderstorm tonight, is it crazy for her to stay alone? I'm here to help you watch Shen Yiqiao. Go down and ask her. If she doesn't want to leave, let her make do with it all night downstairs. It's better to go back and toss. If you're worried, she will suffer. "

……

Mo Beiting went downstairs and didn't see Chen Baimo in the living room.

There's lightning and thunder outside. She's not likely to go out!

"White foam."

He called twice and no one answered.

Mo Beiting's face suddenly tensed up, strode into the room where Chen Baimo had just taken a bath, opened the wardrobe, and saw a small figure in it.

She hugged her knees, her back was close to the cupboard behind her, and her body was shivering!

There was a little sob.

"White foam."

Mo Beiting is not the first time to see her like this. He also knows why Chen Baimo is afraid of thunderstorm. Her father died in thunderstorm.

"White foam."

Mo Beiting squatted down and patted her back placidly, "OK, it's OK. It's all over."

Just now, Chen Baimo, who was still suppressing the crying, suddenly jumped into his arms, took her waist and cried, "Beiting, I thought you didn't want me."

She cried as loud as she could, and it took a while to recover.

Outside, the thunder stopped, the rain stopped, and the room was quiet only with her sobs from time to time.

Mo Beiting patted her on the back, "OK, it's OK."

Chen Baimo clings to him and doesn't want to let go. She hasn't been so close to Mo Beiting for a long time. Holding him, she feels his tight muscles, and her fingers touch her temperature. How can she let go? "Beiting, you still love me, don't you?"

With Mo Beiting's temperament, if she was not in her heart, she would not care about her even if she cried to death, let alone hold her!

His feelings for her.

It's her only chip now.

Mo Beiting pursed his lower lip. He turned against the light, and the shadow of his facial features fell into his eyes. He kept a secret!

He didn't answer Chen Baimo's question. He stood up directly. The shadow cast by his high body shrouded her in it, "have a good rest."

"The northern court."

Chen Baimo wanted to pull him, but after squatting for a long time, his legs felt numb, and he fell down as soon as he got up.

Knee knock on the floor, "Dong" sound, pain her eyes are red, for a while and a half speechless!

Mo Beiting's steps stopped for a moment, and then he came back subconsciously. In this short moment, Chen Baimo forced himself to bear the pain, got up from the ground, rushed into his arms, and put everything on his toes to kiss his lips.