Chapter 163

It's OK not to mention it, but simuccio's face suddenly became gloomy.

His wife had a hard time on holiday. He could tease his little wife happily every day, but he didn't expect to get involved in such a mess, which disrupted all his plans.

Qiao Mu secretly glanced at him. Seeing that he was silent and gloomy, she began to howl in her heart. It was obvious that she had let go of her mouth that day. What is the ghost of this attitude now?

She pursed her lips, wondering if she would like to play a beauty trick tonight, though such behavior is shameful and disdainful.

If the sacrifice of the body, in exchange for a concert, she must not hesitate to go straight to Xi Muqiao's big Sichuan, because this is too much value!

Xi Muqiao didn't speak, and the air pressure in the carriage was also low. Qiao Mu didn't dare to tease him again. For a moment, the originally lively carriage quieted down. Ximu Qiao drove quietly without looking askance. She ate crab roe bun quietly.

A few minutes later, the man beside him said, "go home and discuss it again."

Qiao Mu listen, this is a play ah, she suddenly came to the spirit, squint at him smile, small hand extended to shake his big hand.

"Uncle, you are the best uncle in the world. I love you, mamda."

Xi Muqiao was caught off guard by her and her hand slipped. The smooth car ran a s route, and his hair stood up. He slapped the culprit's hand, and he turned his head and roared.

"Qiaomu, I'm driving. Can't you see it? If you don't give me honesty, you can get off!"

Qiao Mu covered his little claws, and he was so miserable that he shrunk on the seat, wrinkled his face and began to cry.

Motherfucker, the big pervert didn't do it lightly. The slap on the back of her hand was numb.

According to her original temperament, at the moment, she should be in a rage, jump up and go all out with the abnormal. But when she thought of the concert, she turned the anger on her face into coquetry.

She was hit by the small hand again extended, thin white fingers slightly pick, dou in his big hand on the steering wheel on two circles.

Her big eyes were covered with a layer of water mist. The water was dripping, and she said, "husband, you hurt people."

Simuccio pursed his lips and glanced at her in the rearview mirror. His temples were pounding violently because of his delicate appearance.

Really special? It's a goblin ~ Jing!

But Qiao Mu was so afraid of death that she saw that the man had no sign of anger. She plucked up the courage to touch his big hand again. Just after the hand touched the back of the warm hand, a man's gloomy voice came from the side.

"So hungry and thirsty?"

“……”

Hungry for your sister!

Xi Muqiao directly drove the car to the garage. He opened the door and got out of the car. Qiao Mu also got out of the car and followed him with the leftover crab yolk bag.

Xi Muqiao was obviously still angry, did not want to wait for her meaning, big long legs to open, a step against her two steps, Qiao Mu a slip trot after him.

"Uncle, wait for me."

It's OK not to talk. The man walks faster when he speaks.

However, the garage is two or three hundred meters away from the villa. In addition, against the strong wind, she began to pant in the middle of the trip. She knew that Xi Muqiao did not want to eat hard, so she was shameless.

She was coquettish behind him, "uncle, people's hands are so painful, whining, they are swollen into steamed bread!"

Sure enough, Xi Muqiao footed, turned to look at her, she wiped off the hair blocking her eyes, ran forward bumpily, and handed her small hand in the past.

Xi Muqiao's face was tight and her facial features were three-dimensional. Her deep eyes, like a deep pool, looked at her quietly. Her fixed big back was also disordered by the wind, but it added a few wild flavor.

Qiao Mu flower crazy for three seconds, in his big hand just touched her hand, suddenly into his arms.

"Uncle, I'm freezing. Help me to keep out the wind."

Xi Muqiao hugged her and turned around. His firm body helped her block the north wind. He lowered his eyes and helped her to wrap the scarf around her neck.

He looked at the smiling wife in his arms, and the air in his chest suddenly dissipated. His low voice was blurred by the wind, but he could hear it clearly.

"Does the wife eat the rascal as a cook?"

Qiao Mu smile is still brilliant, she raised a small face to see him, "uncle, people really have hand pain, you see, all red."

After that, he raised his hand and showed it to him.

Timothy looked at the back of her little white hand, and it turned red. But when he saw the bag in her hand, he said with a smile, "my hand hurts and I still hold the crab yolk bag so tightly?"

Qiao Mu hehe laughed twice, put down his hand, "that what, waste food is not good."

The weather was gloomy and windy. Simuccio looked at his wife's little cold red nose and felt a little distressed. He untied his coat, held her in and picked her up.

Walking and kissing, without any bumps, Qiao Mu enjoyed his warm arms very much. He was very obedient in his warm arms, and his breath was full of him. It smelled very good.She suddenly found that, I don't know from when, simuccio often hugged her like a baby, so that she began to rely on his warm embrace.

He put her on the sofa. He turned and went to the kitchen. Aunt Wang was cooking soup. Seeing him come in, she narrowed her eyes and called Mr. Wang.

In the morning, after Qiaomu's physical examination, Yuan Sufei called to inquire about the results of Qiaomu's examination. Knowing that Qiaomu was cold in the palace, she went to the drugstore to catch the traditional Chinese medicine.

Some are used to boil medicine alone, and some are used to boil soup.

"The herbs have been put in, and they will be on the table at dinner time."

Xi Muqiao nodded, smelling the medicinal herbs in the kitchen and frowned. Yesterday, when she drank chicken soup, because her mother was watching, she just had to drink it.

"Aunt Wang, make more dishes your wife likes."

At dinner, Qiao Mu didn't want to drink it. When she heard that the herbs inside were effective for Gong Han, she took up a bowl and drank it out. Ximuqiao didn't force her, so she only drank a bowl.

When Qiao Mu frowned and tasted the strange smell in his mouth, Xi Muqiao handed the sugar to her mouth, and she put his hand into her mouth.

The taste of sweet honey spread from the mouth, covering up the taste of medicinal materials, her wrinkled face also expanded, pursed a smile at him.

On the sofa, she leans on Xi Muqiao's body to eat the fruit after dinner. After eating a few pieces of apples, Xi Muqiao let Aunt Wang take it away. Qiao Mu doesn't want to, so he makes her honest.

"You forget your palace is cold. It's cold. Eat less cold food."

She smashed her mouth and looked at the TV, "uncle, let's talk about the concert."

Xi Muqiao gently rubbed the back of her hand which was beaten red and said lightly, "it is not the time yet."

"When will that be?" she asked

"Then you will know."