Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

Yi Qiao obediently nodded in his arms.

A bit drunk, but also a bit Acting!

She had something else to ask him, and she could expect that Mo Beiting would be furious.

Mo Beiting was swept away by her rich and mellow smell of wine. He was a little confused. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and his spirit disappeared in a moment.

However, I'm not willing to let it go.

"Can you walk?"

"Yes."

Yi Qiao nodded and stood up straight.

Fortunately, there is no staggering, can stand firm.

Mo Beiting turned around and left, but she didn't care. Yi Qiao quickly followed.

Men and women in the pace, there is a natural gap.

Yi Qiao didn't walk a few steps, was thrown behind, she simply didn't chase, slowly walked behind.

Out of the door of the traffic police brigade, Mo Beiting is waiting for her.

Back to her, negative hand and stand, the expression on the face is angry and angry.

Mo Beiting heard the deep and shallow footsteps behind her. He knew that she was walking hard, but he didn't look back, and he didn't mean to help her.

I want to teach her a lesson!

The gate is only a few meters away from his station.

After waiting for a while, Shen Yiqiao didn't catch up, and even his footsteps stopped.

He looked at his watch impatiently and said, "Shen Yiqiao, are you a snail?"

No one responded to him.

Mo Beiting looked back and saw Shen Yiqiao sitting cross legged on the steps, leaning against the post. He was so wobbly that he could fall down from it at any time.

“……”

He took a breath to hold his temper, otherwise, sooner or later, he would be angry with her.

Face iron green Dynasty Shen Yi Qiao waved, "come over."

"The legs are too weak to walk."

Her eyes are very bright, with a shallow smile, like a child in coquetry.

Mo Beiting subconsciously wants to pass, but he stops. His marriage with Shen Yiqiao won't last long. It's not a good thing to be so soft hearted!

Emotionally, he has always been rational!

Know what kind of woman you need and love.

He looked at her without expression. "If you can't walk, you can stay here. You just have a little brain. You don't have so much ability and dare to make such a big mistake."

Mo Beiting finished his sentence, turned and left.

The pace is very fast. In the blink of an eye, I have already got on the bus!

The car ran out quickly, and the smoke from the exhaust pipe was full of fire.

Yi Qiao stands up and calls Lu ran.

The other end indicates that the other party has shut down.

It's not biased here. You can get a taxi when you go out, but it's very dangerous for a drunk single woman to take a taxi in the middle of the night.

Mo Beiting obviously thought of it, so, a few minutes after the car ran out, he hit the steering wheel and drove back again!

Just now that did not spread out of the gas blocked in the chest, his mood stretched to the extreme, a little bit of scattered fire, about to explode.

He drove the car back to the door of the traffic police team. There was no Shen Yiqiao on the steps.

The line of sight patrols a circle, also did not discover the trace!

Mo Beiting's lips were thin and tight. He put in neutral, pulled the handbrake, got off the car and strode into the traffic police brigade.

The director was called directly from home. As soon as he was ready to leave, he saw Mo Beiting come in again with a cold face. He cried in his heart. Why hasn't he left yet?

But seeing him come in, he had to face up respectfully, "three little, what else?"

"I want to monitor the distance from the outside gate to the road, within five minutes."

It's a small thing.

The director hastened to give orders.

Mo Beiting stood on one side with a cold face and a strong air. He was so tired that the little traffic police who controlled and monitored him trembled nervously. His back was straight and he didn't dare move.

On the screen, Shen Yiqiao sits in a black Mercedes Benz.

She should know the car owner.

After the car stopped, the co driver's window came down, she said a word to the people inside, then opened the door and sat in!

"What about the front?"

The little traffic police adjusted another monitor for him. It was a little late, and the light reflected from the windshield, so the driver's face could not be seen clearly.

But he saw that the man handed a bottle of water to Shen Yiqiao, which was a strong arm belonging to a man.

Shen Yiqiao takes it and drinks.

So unprepared, unlike her.

In the monitoring room, there was a cold low pressure.

He pursed his lips tightly, the lines of which were stiff and cold.

Seeing Mo Beiting like this, the sweat on the chief's forehead began to drop down, but all the people looked at him like asking for help. He had to harden his head and said, "three little, do you want to see it?"

Mo Beiting did not answer, cold face out of the monitoring room, driving away.