Chapter 149

She was a very ticklish person, almost laughing back to breathe, a long time before she recovered.

And Xi Muqiao so a row, the depressed mood immediately eased a lot, she dead hold Xi Muqiao is still in the waist big hand.

"Uncle, do you know Qin Zhan?"

Xi Muqiao pondered for a moment and nodded, "rock King Qin Zhan?"

"Well, that's him. He's my master now." Qiao Mu big eyes fixed on his handsome face, afraid that he would turn over the next moment.

Sure enough, simuccio was silent.

Qiao Mu was a little nervous, and her little hand began to wring the corner of her clothes unconsciously. According to the terms of the contract of sale, all things related to her must be approved by him, but she agreed without telling him

Timothy looked at her big restless eyes, kissed her sweet hair, and took away her little hand that twisted the corner of her coat. "When did it happen?"

"That's it. That's when I ran away from home."

During the period when he ran away from home, that is, he recognized his master while singing in the bar. He didn't believe that Ji Suhui didn't know about it. Obviously, he kept it from himself.

The smile on his face was still weak, and he could not tell whether he was angry or not.

Qiao Mu asked, "uncle, are you angry?"

He asked, "why am I angry?"

The man's voice is still gentle, but Joe Mu's heart is still straight drum, "because I didn't inform you, and without your consent, I privately agreed."

Xi Muqiao couldn't put down holding her soft little body, from time to time in her thin back knead two times, answer to her surprise, "as you like, as you like."

Er, er, er, this is over?

This is too gentle and easy to talk about!

Xi Muqiao looked at her frightening little appearance and laughed, "are you worried about this?"

"No, it's not this. It's master Qin Zhan who asked me to train with him in the last two weeks, and then go to his concert tour with him to perform. I agreed..."

Qiao Mu said more and less voice, because Xi Muqiao's face has been a little ugly, stroking her back big hand also did not move.

He picked her up, let her straddle on his legs, micro squint black eyes tightly locked her, also did not speak.

Qiao Mu's heart trembled with his dark eyes. Compared with his gloomy silence, she would rather he scolded her and slapped her, which really made her suffer a lot.

In his intense gaze, her small head was getting lower and lower, almost buried in his chest. She could still feel two sharp lines of sight on her head, as if she were about to burn two holes in her head.

For a moment, he patted her on the ass, and an unhappy voice rang out, "go and stand in the corner."

She did not dare to disobey him, especially when the premise was that she was wrong, so she would do whatever he said and try to suppress his anger.

I don't know if this man was deliberately decorating. There are four corners in total, three of which are equipped with cabinets and decorations. Only this corner is empty, which is particularly prominent in this dazzling music room.

She ran to the corner of the wall and stood well. She said, "uncle, I was wrong. I will never dare again!"

"Xi Muqiao is still very unhappy," you do not need to put this sentence in writing, signature by handprint. "

"Use, use, use."

Simuccio is very unhappy now. He didn't want his little wife to go out in public, and he didn't want to see her show her enchanting and charming side on the stage.

At the thought of so many smelly men looking at her with that kind of red fruit in the eyes below, he wanted to go crazy!

The last time he went to Jisu bar to sing, he felt guilty because he cheated her. In order to make her happy, he acquiesced. If she was allowed to sing in the bar again, he would certainly not agree.

However, this little bastard gave him a more disturbing thing. Although he was not interested in these concerts, he also knew that many people were going.

At that time, so many smelly men wanted to see his wife's performance, he was very upset. His wife only allowed him to close the door and watch slowly!

Qiaomu stood upright with his hands close to the trouser seam. He hoped that uncle's anger would dissipate quickly and then he would allow her to go to the concert.

After all, she has promised her master. If she can't go, she will beat her in the face!

Ten minutes later, Qiao Mu's voice was trembling, "uncle --"

"shut up."

After another five minutes, Qiao Mu's voice trembled even more fiercely, "uncle --"

the man's cold voice came, "there are 15 minutes left."

Qiao Mu wailed, fell down on the carpet, and then fell down on the floor. I was about to die soon.

Xi Muqiao frowned and looked at the little bastard lying on the carpet and rubbed his eyebrows with his long finger. What the hell is this little bastard doing? How can he play with anything?"Come here."

Qiaomu climbed over like this, pulled the man's big hand, said powerlessly, "uncle, I'm so hungry, I really have no strength. Can I stand after a full meal?"

“……”

Qiao Mu is really hungry. Now it's more than seven o'clock in the evening. In order to wait for uncle to come back for dinner, she has been enduring it. In addition, she has been worried about master's concert. She has not even eaten durian cakes made by Aunt Wang!

On the table, Qiao Mu ate durian crisp with relish, while Xi Muqiao sat far away holding his nose.

He frowned and looked at his wife who was swallowing with disgust on his face. I really don't know how his wife would like such a heavy taste of food. Durian, not to mention eating it, would make him want to vomit after smelling it!

Aunt Wang was busy in the kitchen. Qiao Mu swallowed the food in her mouth and called to her, "Aunt Wang, I want to eat durian thousand layer cake tomorrow. Would you do that?"

"Auntie Wang will serve it on the table, and Mrs. Wang will like it."

Xi Muqiao could not bear the two women. He held his breath and carried the durian crisp in front of Qiao Mu into the kitchen.

Qiaomu is eating happily, cold and not Ding by Xi Muqiao plate are carried away, she quickly up to chase, "uncle, return me durian crisp!"

Just chase into the kitchen, see Xi Muqiao left a few pieces of durian crisp into the garbage can.

“……”

Qiao Mu immediately burst into tears, and her durian crispy --

she didn't eat enough of that!

"Simuccio, you old bastard, if you can't eat yourself, you won't let me eat. How can you be such a bad person?"

Xi Muqiao opened the window to ventilate. His gloomy face was even more black. He could tolerate her eating for five minutes. If someone else took durian to his house, he would throw people out!