Chapter 1602

As soon as Mo yanjue sent out the information, he heard his wife's sour questions.

Immediately put down the mobile phone from the back of the desk stood up, smiling toward his wife walked past.

"Why, I'm afraid I'll talk to others?" Mo yanjue went round to the back of her seat, in a good mood.

"Who's afraid!" Muqiqi's mouth was hard, but the angry little expression on her face had already betrayed her.

"Really not?" Hands on her shoulders, slightly bent, chin against the shoulder, tantalizing breath all into the ears of Muqiqi.

"You are the only one who talks to you, who is so venomous and arrogant?" Mu Qi seven did not recognize the same time, but also did not forget Tucao ink to make complaints about two sentences.

"Oh, do you still like me? Is it me, or do you have a bad eye? " Mo yanjue raised his thin lips and said with a strange smile.

Around a circle to wrap themselves in, Muqiqi is not hit a gas.

He shook his shoulders hard and his hands off.

"My eyes are not good!" Qi Gugu left such a sentence, Mu Qiqi stood up from the chair.

"Unfortunately, it's too late to regret now." Seeing that she stood up, Mo yanjue not only didn't coax her, but also turned the chair. He sat down leisurely.

Mu Qiqi looks back and almost spits blood when he sees this scene.

Does this man have a long heart?

She was so angry that he had the heart to sit there and say something cool?

It seems that this period of time is too good for him to make him so rampant.

"Mo yanjue, I'll go home to wash my clothes tonight!" Muqiqi's gas exploded. He gave him a vicious look and took out his own Assassin's mace.

Sitting on the chair leisurely someone still doesn't matter, as if kneeling and rubbing clothes board is completely small for him.

Indeed, it's just not to drive him out of the room, let alone the washboard. The remote control is OK.

As a result, Meizizi's mental activity has not lasted for three minutes. Muqiqi comes towards him angrily, grabs his clothes and pulls him up from the chair.

And left him a cruel words, "tonight, don't go home!"

Mo yanjue is stupid. It's very serious not to let him go back to his room to sleep. Now he wants to drive him out of the house?

"Wife, I'm wrong!" He who knows the current affairs is a hero. At such critical moments, it is the truth to admit mistakes initiatively.

Mu Qiqi sat down on the chair and gave him a cold squint. Now he knows it's wrong?

It's late!

Seeing the eyes that his wife gave him, someone was eager to survive. He immediately pinched his shoulder and knocked his back. All kinds of pleasantries: "wife, I was just joking. The doctor said that I need to adjust your mood properly. I am purely in accordance with the doctor's orders. Please forgive me!"

Muqiqi put his pen on the table and said angrily, "moyanjue, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"No, absolutely not." Two years at most.

"Get out of the way!" Mu Qiqi's stomach qi, he was bored to death to see him wandering in front of his eyes.

"Good. I'll get out of the way." Although Mo yanjue said so, he was actually looking for opportunities.

Taking advantage of Muqiqi's chance to lean on the back of the chair, he leaned down slightly and pecked twice at the corner of her mouth.

Thick fingers and belly glided over her soft and smooth cheek, tender and full of affection. He gently held her cheek, deep eyebrows and eyes, especially affectionate, "wife, I'm wrong..."