Chapter 162

It's already noon to find Shen Yiqiao's specific location.

Mo Beiting looked at the infinitely familiar villa in front of him. His brow was wrinkled, and his face was covered with thick haze and depression!

He knocked on the door.

To open the door is a middle-aged man, see him, slightly a Leng, to the side let a step: "three less."

"What about Ji Yunan?"

Mo Beiting went in without changing his shoes.

Standing in the middle of the living room, his eyes swept to the second floor.

This villa is in his name. Once Ji Yunan came back to China, he gave him the key, but he didn't come later.

"Mr. Ji is in the study on the second floor. Mr. San Shao, just a moment. I'll go up right now..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Beiting had passed him straight up the stairs.

This villa, no one is more familiar with him, went straight up to the second floor, went to the door of the study, pushed the door in.

Ji Yunan sits behind the black chair, playing with an iPhone 7, which Shen Yiqiao also uses.

But this style is popular, and there is no decoration, so Mo Beiting can't recognize it.

Ji Yunan is distracted. He is trapped in a chair like no bones. His eyes are half narrowed. He seems to be sleeping instead of sleeping.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, he was shocked. He looked up and saw Mo Beiting in a white shirt standing in the middle of the study.

There are obvious folds on the clothes. Three buttons have been untied at the collar of the shirt, and the cuffs have not been buttoned. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows.

It's not his usual style.

Ji Yunan took back his mind, threw his mobile phone on the table and got up: "what's the matter with this?"

Mo Beiting looked at him, and his face became more and more gloomy

"Who?"

Ji Yunan was slightly stunned by his sudden and indifferent words. He was slow for two seconds before he responded, "Shen Yiqiao?"

He looked up and down at Mo Beiting with suspicious eyes. He was in a hurry to return home and didn't tell anyone. Looking at Mo Beiting, he was tired and blue, and looked like he had not slept all night.

So impatient.

He can't think it's for him.

Mo Beiting glanced at him coldly, "is it hard to do that? Have you tied other people?"

Ji Yunan felt his nose awkwardly, but he didn't pull his gun in front of Yi Qiao. He took Mo Beiting out of the study and said, "do you know her?"

Mo Beiting searched all night. At this moment, he was still angry. He said as if he had eaten dynamite. "Why do you want to see her if you don't know me? Are you full or are you mentally ill? "

“……”

Looking at Mo Beiting's face, Ji Yunan has an ominous premonition.

He he laughs twice and stops at the door of one of the rooms!

Hearing the sound of opening the door, the woman lying on the bed slowly opens her eyes, but Yi Qiao's body is no longer weak. Every time she has a cold, she needs infusion. The hospital is more convenient than home.

He called Yan Jinzhi on the way!

When she arrived, Yan Jinzhi was waiting for them at the gate, with her hands in the pockets of her white coat, looking like a fool.

"Third brother."

First he said hello to Mo Beiting.

Then he looked at Ji Yunan and nodded.

He is not familiar with him, just because of the third brother's reason, I have seen him twice!

His eyes fell on Shen Yiqiao, who was held by Mo Beiting. He blinked, "third sister-in-law, you must be the first cold patient in my hospital."

"With this special, you should give me a better treatment."