Chapter 32

It's better to be out of sight than to see the love between the man and the woman. Qiao Mu takes a deep breath, bypasses them and walks to the guest room with a very low visibility.

"Where to?"

The arm was caught suddenly, which made her feet stagnate.

"Well..."

This is Qinzhao blood's instep son place a hemp, Qiao Mu late subconscious Cu tight eyebrow.

"Let go of me!"

She stretched out her hand to push Nian Nanchen, but he squeezed her wrist harder.

Ignoring the existence of the two girls, Nian Nanchen pulls Qiao Muwan to the corner.

"Slap me in the face, Joe. You are really promising!"

He's a husband who wants to make out with his wife Instead of stealing incense, he was slapped in the face.

Think of here, year south Chen's eyes can't help but get fierce a few minutes.

"Why, are you so reluctant to let me touch it? Or do you think the family flowers have no scent of wild flowers and prefer to get along with those wild men outside? "

Nian family is one of the most famous families in Yancheng. I don't know how many celebrities are flocking to climb up to his Nan Chen's Chuang, but he doesn't want to let his most legitimate wife refuse.

Year south Chen insulting speech, let Qiao Mu late eyebrow son wring more tightly.

Sipping her lips, her heart was sharp and cool, and she met her eyes: "yes, I prefer to get together with men outside, compared with men who don't know how many women you are getting together with."

"Damn it

A pair of dark eyes stabbed red instantly, and Nian Nanchen's strength of grasping Qiao Muwan's wrist also increased subconsciously, as if to crush her: "Qiao Muwan, you repeat what you just said!"

He was so scared that he couldn't help swallowing his eyes. Qiao Mu took a deep breath and looked up at him: "Nian Nan Chen, don't take me as Qiao Mo Han, don't take me as no three no four woman, let you touch me, I feel dirty! Well... "

Almost at the moment when her voice was low, she felt the strength of her wrist being crushed, and the pain made her heart tremble.

"Don't you think I'm dirty? Oh Joe Murphy, I don't think you're a foster daughter. You're the rotten product that Qiao Zhengtian used for trading. You don't like me! "

The gloomy face bullies near Qiao Mu late, the year south Chen eye Ren is cold and sharp, the corner of the mouth is suffused with the disgust of a son disdain.

The wrist was caught in pain, Qiao Mu late clenched his lips, subconsciously pushed him away: "niannanchen, let me go!"

Because of Qiao Mu's words, Nian Nanchen's chest seems to have a fire burning in general, burning his thoughts without any reason.

In Qiao Mu's scream, her body was picked up by Nian Nan Chen: "do you think I'm dirty? Ho, Joe, I want you to see how dirty I am! "

At the same time, his iron arm folded her waist and marched to the bedroom.

"You two, come with me!"

Cold voice of to behind of two girls command, year south Chen a foot kicked to open the door of the bedroom.

"Well..."

The body was heavily left in the spacious big room, Joe Mu night subconsciously whimpered.