Nan Qiao smiled.
Cold and aloof.
It was already extremely tactful!
Mo Beicheng's current appearance was so cold that it was almost freezing.
She didn't have Mo Beicheng's phone number, and she didn't want to shout for him, so she kept staring at him.
The man's senses were sharp. Although he had something on his mind, he quickly noticed her gaze. He looked at his watch and got up to walk towards her.
Nan Qiao looked at him and suddenly understood. Chen Baimo had a performance today, and it was 12:30 pm. It was enough time for her to get off the stage to change her clothes, remove her makeup, and look at her phone!
Therefore, he became a chess piece to provoke his girlfriend.
She looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock. There was still an hour and a half left.
It was a little difficult for a person who slept late and woke up early.
Nan Qiao didn't know if Chen Baimo had called or not. She had wanted to play with her phone until 12:30 pm, but she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up straight." Have you left?”
"Yes."
Nan Qiao couldn't keep up with the pace. Did they reconcile?
But looking at him, he didn't look like it. Who made up with his girlfriend and still looked like he ate shit?
She followed Mo Beicheng out of the door, and a wave of hot air swept over her. She took a step back and almost wanted to stand behind the glass door again.
Mo Beicheng took out a key and handed it to her along with two red certificates." Do you know about Flower Water Bay?”
Nan Qiao stared at the marriage certificate in her hand, suspecting that she had gone crazy from sleep." What is this?"”
"You don't know how to read?"
This was fine?
"Move on your own and quit your job on Royal One.”
"No."
This month, her basic salary, tips, alcohol commission, and full-time attendance amounted to more than 10,000 yuan. It was higher than her salary if she found a company.
Moreover, according to the rules, she had to deposit a month's salary. If she left now, she would not have a single cent.
Mo Beicheng narrowed his eyes dangerously and sneered,""Is the position of the Mo family's third young mistress not enough for you?”
"I need money."
She spoke so frankly without any pretentiousness that Mo Beicheng was momentarily speechless!
Mo Beicheng opened his wallet, took out a card from it angrily, and threw it at her." The password…"
He paused for a moment and then reported a string of numbers. It was his birthday, and he was one year younger than her. Naturally, it couldn't be Mo Beicheng's, so it must be…Chen Baimo's.
"Go to the bank and change it yourself."
***
Since he had nothing to do in the afternoon, he was just in time to move.
The villas in Flower Water Bay had a good environment, a wide area, and a beautiful style. They were once sold at sky-high prices.
Mo Beicheng's villa was very easy to find. It was located at the most eye-catching spot. Her car was stopped at the entrance. After the security guard asked for her name, he opened the door and let her in.
The house was built from the north to the south. The decoration style was simple and grand, and the color tone was simple and clean. The quilt was folded into square tofu blocks, and it was exceptionally clean and tidy.
It was completely the style of the military.
There was only a pair of male slippers in the shoe cabinet. Nan Qiao walked in barefooted and placed the luggage in the closet in the guest room.
The marriage certificate and card were stuffed into the drawer of the wardrobe.
Nan Qiao did not intend to use Mo Beicheng's money. She was the one who had been impure in this marriage. Chen Baimo deserved it, but Mo Beicheng was not wrong. She could not ruin his love and spend his money.
Moreover, this money was spent on Lu Yan's family!
After cleaning up, it was already time for dinner. Nan Qiao opened the fridge and saw that there were only a few bottles of frozen mineral water.
She leaned against the refrigerator door and thought for a moment. When she came here, she seemed to have seen a lifestyle supermarket outside.
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