Chapter 35

For a long time.

Yi Qiao can't breathe any more. Her breath is short and her cheeks are red. Mo Beiting finally gets up from her and says, "have a rest early."

He meaningfully glanced at her legs, "what you owe today, I'll ask you for it next time."

Yi Qiao

Mo Beiting didn't return to the master bedroom all night. Yi Qiao was lying on the bed. She wanted to have a rest, but she fell asleep. Wake up in the middle of the night, get up to wash, and then can't sleep.

She opens the notebook, moves the mouse to the e disk, and clicks on a video.

Before the video began to play, Yiqiao raised her hand to close the computer screen, and the light disappeared. Her whole body seemed to blend into the darkness, leaving only a fuzzy shadow. Yi Qiao decadent lean into the back of the chair behind, hands cover face, the body bent into a shrimp shape.

Still not

Yiqiao seldom gets up early. She goes to the kitchen to cook porridge at six in the morning. She seldom has the mind to make rich porridge, but she has no food, so she can only make white porridge.

Mo Beiting came down from the stairs in a black sports suit with a white towel around his neck. Hearing the sound from the kitchen, he walked slowly, his hands around his chest and looked at her against the doorframe.

Yi Qiao is washing rice, slender body slightly bent.

Black sweater with slim jeans, even more skin white as cream!

Feeling Mo Beiting's eyes, Yi Qiao turns around and sees the man standing against the doorframe. In the morning light, his eyes are very black, like a bottomless whirlpool, and his hair is very short, which outlines his firm and perfect face.

There is a kind of people born with aura, even wearing the most common style of clothes, also let people not be ignored!

And his line of sight on, Yi Qiao's face swept a trace of unnatural, but soon recovered in front of the expressionless face: "how are you here?"

"Hungry."

Yi Qiao always felt that these two words, from his mouth, had a profound meaning.

The blush on the face is deeper, "it's still early, you go running first."

Mo Beichen stares at her like this, she is not used to, already took wrong thing several times in succession.

"You didn't sleep last night?"

Yiqiao has light dark circles under her eyes, and her skin is white, especially obvious.

He put his hands in his pants bag and walked into the kitchen carelessly. Because he came in, the kitchen became extremely cramped and his breathing was not smooth.

She frowned irritably, turned around, took out an egg from the refrigerator, knocked it on the edge of the pot, and said perfunctorily, "I'm asleep."

Mo Beiting intercepted her hand, the egg liquid leaked out from the crevasse, making her hands full of, "I don't like to eat egg porridge."

Yi Qiao

What she wants to cook is white porridge.

Beat the egg in the bowl, washed the hand, the tone is not good ask: "do you still go to run?"

"No more."

He felt that she was uncomfortable, and he was happy.

It's much more fun than running.

Yi Joe wiped his hands with a towel. "Then you watch. I'll run."

She came out of the kitchen, took a long breath and scratched her hair. When she was a little more relaxed, she opened the door and went out.

Repulse Bay green is very wide, and are single family villas, two adjacent buildings are also far away, suitable for running!

She ran around the garden for two times, and some of them patted her forehead. She even had a sleep. Did she care about a kiss last night?

It's just like Mo Beiting said, hypocritical.

After breakfast, she didn't want to go out and watch the latest design trend in China at home. The university she studied in the United States was relatively poor in ideas and experience of domestic architecture.

Big companies like AC are already more strict with airborne troops.

And that's Qiao Jinhuai's company. She doesn't expect that man to be merciful to her. If she can turn a blind eye to her, it's already a special favor to her!

Busy time passed quickly. When she felt hungry, it was already more than three in the afternoon.

Yi Qiao closed his eyes, pinched his eyebrows, moved his stiff neck, stood up and went to the window to see the phoenix tree in the distance.

The cell phone rings.

It's a little far away. She doesn't want to pick it up.

But her mobile phone kept ringing, which made her a little annoyed, so she had to go to pick it up!

It's Mo Beiting.

"Hello."

"The middle section of Hubin West Road, at the gate of ABC."

He so mindless report an address to come over, Yi Qiao is very puzzled, frown ask a way: "why?"

"Come and see what your ex boyfriend's brother has done. He'd better give me a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, he's going to spend his whole life in prison."

With that, Mo Beiting hung up directly. Yi Qiao didn't even have a chance to ask.