Chapter 172

He held it in both hands and gently tore it in the opposite direction.

A "Chi" sound.

The contract was torn in two.

Again.

The contract was torn into several parts, and Mo Beiting threw it into the garbage can on one side. Under the light, his whole body was dignified and reserved, and could not be ignored.

The wind poured in from the half open window, dispersing the residual smell of wine in the study.

He folded his hands against his forehead, elbows on the table, eyes slightly closed!

This is another unexpected thing.

He and Shen Yiqiao

Mo Beiting thinks that it's a real headache. She has such a temperament that she doesn't know how much mess to clean up for her in the future!

……

the second day.

When Mo Beiting came downstairs, Yi Qiao was already sitting at the dining table. When Rong Jie saw him coming down, she quickly opened the stool on the master's seat and said, "Mr. down."

Mo Beiting sat down and frowned at Shen Yiqiao's drooping face. "After dinner, I'll take you to the hospital. Today, the nurse will take care of you. I have a meeting. I'll come over after eleven."

"You don't have to come here."

At eleven o'clock, she's almost finished.

I took a taxi and came back. I don't need him to go!

Yi Qiao scooped porridge into his mouth to send the action pause, Yan Jinzhi hospital nearby taxi inconvenience, "I'd better drive to it, you have something to go first busy."

Mo Beiting was staring at her, his eyes cold as ice. He threw his chopsticks on the table and said coldly, "you are suffering from this. Go walking."

A chopstick jumped up and almost hit her in the face.

Yi Qiao subconsciously closed eyes, and then opened, inside a thick and heavy mood.

In front of Mo Beiting, she has always been very weak. The last time she kicked him into the swimming pool, it was estimated that she had the most emotional ups and downs!

Last time she was in a fickle mood. This time, she was really annoyed.

She had a headache all night, and she was forced to eat breakfast. Now, she had no appetite at all.

Yi Qiao puts down the spoon, the handle of the spoon bumps against the wall of the bowl and makes a crisp sound, which shows the woman's anger.

"Mo Beiting, if you don't trouble me for a day, are you tired?"

Mo Beiting's eyes swept back to elder sister Rong, who was looking at each other with hands and eyes. "Elder sister Rong, you go down first."

"Yes."

Let elder sister's eyesight subconsciously swept Mo Beiting, his facial features are handsome, wearing a simple white shirt and trousers, noble and lazy.

The tight jaw is obviously gloomy.

Aware of her eyes, he looked up. Sister Rong was startled and hurried out of the living room.

Mo Beiting leaned forward, quickly clasped Yiqiao's hand and pressed it on the table. "Does it hurt? Don't you know?"

Yi Qiao didn't set up a defense. Her knuckles were on the table, and her heart ached.

She pressed down the groan and narrowed her eyes, but the expression on her face was extremely cold, "third brother, are you playing a hooligan?"

"With his wife, it's called flirting," Mo Beiting slightly darkened his eyes, meaning something. "It doesn't matter if his EQ is low, but if his IQ is low, it's not very good."

"You have a low IQ."

Yi Qiao took a hand, Mo Beiting let go and stood up, "walking to the hospital."

"Mo Beiting, you bastard." She couldn't help raising her voice in exasperation.

"There are more bastards. Do you want to try?"

He stepped up to her in a few seconds, grabbed her hand, lifted her directly from the seat and threw her on the dining table.

The man controlled the strength and didn't hurt her.

Last night, he was still holding a fire in his heart. His deep eyes seemed to eat her. "Shen Yiqiao, do you want to die?"

Last night, Yan Jinzhi seriously mentioned Shen Yiqiao's physical condition to him again. She looks ok now, but in fact, she has collapsed inside. Therefore, every time she gets sick, she falls like a mountain.

She is too weak to mend!

Mo Beiting's fingers heavily brushed her pale lips.

Yi Qiao a clear slap sound claps on the back of his hand, "dead also don't concern you."

Mo Beiting looked at her with no expression. Next second, he clasped her chin and gave her a heavy kiss.

As long as she resisted a little, she would bite directly, with great strength and no pity.

After a while, there was a faint smell of blood between their lips and teeth!

Most of them are Yiqiao's and Mo Beiting's.

Stimulated by the pain and blood, Mo Beiting's eyes were deep without temperature, staring at her from a high position, showing a strong smell of androgen.

"If you die, I will marry Chen Baimo. The wedding will be your first seven."

"Pervert."

Mo Beiting didn't care about her scolding at all. By contrast, he preferred Shen Yiqiao, who was so emotional, to Shen Yiqiao, who was so calm and indifferent.

He was kissing her earlobe with a deliberate mind.

A hand crossed her neck and held her back.

Feeling suffocated, he raised his hand and untied the top two buttons of his shirt.

It seems that this can ease his anger.

Yi Qiao is not affectable, two people already is that kind of relationship, more than once less than once is not bad, but she can't accept so deliberately with shame of intimacy.

Mo Beiting didn't mean to stop at all. His lips moved down

There was a big bite in her jaw.