Chapter 415

So he developed the character of being silent now.

After closing the door, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he leaned against the door and lit a cigarette, looking at an abstract painting on the wall.

In the room, Nanqiao, who had closed her eyes, slowly opened her eyes. In the dark, her eyes were very bright, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

When Mo Beicheng's car came in, she woke up. She heard him open the door. After a while, she didn't see him come in. Her heart beat slowly.

Nanqiao is in an unstable mood and doesn't want to face him for the moment.

After smoking a cigarette, Mo Beicheng straightened up and went to his study.

……

The next day.

Nanqiao got up very early. She didn't go to bed all night. For her, getting up early and getting up late were just a few minutes of staying in bed.

She guessed that Mo Beicheng came back late last night, and that he must have not got up yet, so she wanted to go downstairs for breakfast and leave early to avoid another quarrel between them.

She doesn't like fighting, and she's not good at it.

The only way she can think of when two people disagree, stand differently, and don't want to bow her head is to try to avoid the further deterioration of their relationship!

She can't ignore the accident of Shi Sheng, but she doesn't want to affect her relationship with Mo Beicheng because of Shi Sheng.

Probably because of the lack of love from childhood, we cherish our feelings very much.

I didn't expect that as soon as I got to the Fulan on the second floor, I saw Mo Beicheng in a suit, sitting peacefully at the dining table eating breakfast.

Clean board inch, sharp facial features, holding chopsticks, straight back, the whole image of an iron soldier.

It was too late for Nanqiao to hide. Guisao had already seen her and called in her direction: "madam."

Mo Beicheng lowered his head to eat. He did not look at her just because of the sound of "madam" and completely ignored her existence.

"Yes."

Nanqiao answered and went downstairs.

Sister GUI has brought out her breakfast, sandwiches, milk and baked bacon.

Mo Beicheng twisted his eyebrows. He always looked down on western breakfast. He felt that it was not nutritious and he could not eat enough, so he only had the advantage of good-looking.

However, Nanqiao has been in the United States for many years, and he still prefers western style.

Nanqiao has few words, and she is not particularly selective about Chinese and Western styles. She can eat more of what she likes and less of what she doesn't like.

Mo Beicheng likes to eat Chinese style, and it's obvious that sister Rong naturally thinks that they all like Chinese style, so she seldom makes western style, and she doesn't find that Nanqiao loves western style breakfast. Sister GUI finds out that every time she makes western style Nanqiao, she has to eat more, and it's convenient to carry.

These days, Mo Beicheng ordered Nanqiao to do what she liked, so she made a western breakfast.

Mo Beicheng didn't like it, but he didn't say anything when he saw her eating.

After a silent meal, Nanqiao went upstairs to change clothes and prepare to go to work. Mo Beicheng went upstairs and went into the bedroom. "You have a good rest at home these days. I have asked you for leave."

Nanqiao scratched his fingers on his clothes and looked back at him: "what do you mean?"

Mo Beicheng pursed his lips, his face was not good, "it's not what you think."

"What do I think?" South Joe simply turned to face him, chin slightly up, like a proud black swan.

See South Qiao so, Mo North Cheng in the heart a pain, the lip petal all pursed tightly.

He couldn't coax women, and he couldn't say anything that moved people to tears. Especially to Shen Nanqiao, his mouth was like paste.

In the heart irritable, subconsciously want to touch the cigarette, and see Shen Nan Qiao gloomy a face staring at him, immediately even the mood of smoking have no.

Hold back for a long time, way: "don't make."

He didn't want to say anything, and he didn't want to explain anything. The fire in Nanqiao's heart ran high. She asked, "how long are you going to put me under house arrest? For a lifetime? "

Languid voice, can not say the irony of indifference, but also mixed with some specious hate.

"It's not house arrest."

"So you're offering me now?"

Mo Beicheng licked the corner of his lips, speechless. He wanted to support her. Could she sit there obediently?

The atmosphere is a little stiff.

Nanqiao confronted him for a while. The punch seemed to hit the cotton. It was soft and could not make any strength.

She turned and continued to pick clothes. "I'm going to work."

Mo Beicheng did not speak.

South Joe when he acquiesced.

Take out a suit of clothes from the closet, pull the tie of pajamas, look back at the man pestering at the door, see he didn't mean to avoid, directly in front of him began to change clothes.