Chapter 260

Change underwear, limp back, she wants to sleep half an hour.

Xi Muqiao sleep very well, she went to the bathroom and came back, did not wake him up, Qiao Mu bad eyebrow thinking.

In the past, even if he had tossed her all night, he was as energetic as he was the next day, but this morning he even slept so dead.

After Qiao Mu lay down, he raised his head again and looked at his face carefully.

He is really thirty-two years old, but his skin is very good, not as big as many men's pores, greasy, years did not leave a trace on his face.

Looking at this face alone, it looks like she is in her twenties and sixties, but she also exudes the temperament of a mature man. She is mature, reserved, cool and elegant, which is really attractive.

She sighed to herself, is Xi Muqiao really old? After a night's hard work, she sleeps so dead.

She pursed her mouth and poked her white fingers into his face.

Once, twice, still no response.

Her heart suddenly rose out of a fear, such unresponsive simuccio seems to have died in the past, she was scared by her own ideas, and quickly went to pat him in the face.

Just two times, the small hand was held by the man's big hand, and then sent to the mouth, kissing.

The man's voice with the unique hoarseness of the morning awakening, coupled with a low voice line, particularly provocative.

"Ma'am, let me sleep more. I have a headache."

He slowly opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at her. He was tired in his dark and fierce eyes, and blood was in the white places.

Qiao Mu was scared and felt his lips scald, "Mr. Xi, are you OK, have you caught a cold?"

"A little bit."

"You wait. I'll get the medicine for you."

Qiao Mu quickly put on her nightgown and ran downstairs to get something with one foot. She could think why Mr. Xi caught cold. It must be that she put her hand into his clothes last night.

At that time, she was a little presumptuous. She pulled the collar of simuccio open, and her chest was exposed in the wind and snow.

A few minutes later, Joe Mu went back.

"Mr. Xi?"

Xi Muqiao opened his eyes and saw Qiao mu with a cup of water in his hand like a maid. His thin lips were hooked.

After taking his temperature at 38.5 ℃, Qiaomu took the medicine in the palm of Qiao Mu's hand, drank up the hot water, and then lay down again.

Joe took off his nightgown, opened the quilt and went in. His bare thigh was close to him. The man's eyes moved.

"Madam, I'm not in good condition. I can't satisfy you any more."

Qiao Mu blushed and pinched the meat on his waist, which was quite like gnashing his teeth and teeth. "Xi Muqiao, can you not be so shameless? I just see you are very hot. I just came up from the downstairs, and it's cold. Just lean over to keep warm."

Simuccio, "..."

It's still snowing outside. It's a bit gloomy. The bedroom with heavy curtains is dark.

"Mr. Xi, we can't go out to make a snowman."

"Don't worry. There's snow in recent days. You can pile it any time."

"I can't go to see Jingqian. When I went downstairs just now, aunt Zhou said that it had snowed heavily all night and the road had been closed."

Xi Muqiao held her in his arms and kissed her bright forehead. "My wife is not in a hurry. I have a good sleep with me. There are too many things recently."

She raised her head slightly and slapped him on his blue chin

At nine o'clock, Xi Muqiao got up and went to the bathroom. After taking the medicine, he was sweating a lot, which made him intolerable.

After taking a bath, he took his temperature again, 37.5 ℃, which was much better. He wiped his face and attached it to Joe Mu's ear.

Good morning, ma'am

When Qiao Mu came downstairs, it was nearly eleven o'clock. She didn't expect that she had just been sleeping for three hours.

Her side was already empty and cold, and she dressed quickly.

She went to the French window and opened the curtain.

There was a big temperature difference between inside and outside, and the window was white. She took a few napkins and wiped out a small piece of glass to see what it was like outside.

She stopped after wiping.

The courtyard was snowy white. The snow was whirled by the cold wind for several times and then fell down. Through the thick glass, you could feel how cold it was outside.

But she saw a gray figure.

The man knelt on one knee with something in his hand. He was repairing a snowball. She could not see his face. But she knew that Mr. Xi at the moment must be serious and serious.

In the heart so unprepared soft down, she quickly took the crutch, Deng Deng Deng Deng downstairs.

The family had already finished breakfast. Now they were chatting and watching TV in the living room. Qiao Mu came down and said hello in a hurry. He picked up the scarf on the hanger and rushed out.

Lin Wei's face is black and black. How can this child not be stable for a moment? He jumps up and down like a monkey all day."Simuccio!"

The man turned his head and got up at the next moment. He walked to her with a big stride. His brows were wrinkled and she was scolded.

"Why don't you wear a hat or a glove? Just do it, joomu."

Qiao Mu took the scarf for him, threw himself into his arms, poked him in the chest, and said, "I made it. You just got sick. You don't wear a hat, gloves or scarf. Who made it, Mr. Xi?"

"I am a man!"

"What's wrong with men? Men have more lives than women?"

Xi Muqiao a, the next moment but ruffian gas to hook up one side of the lip corner,.

"There are no more lives, just One more leg. "

, "cut, Mr. Xi, do you know that I am immune to your meat now? I will send you a quick word to my Kwai soon. Well, the name is the overbearing president who can talk about meat and meat."

The man smiles, does not speak, just squints the eye, the warning meaning in the eye is obvious.

Qiao Mu grinned at him and changed the topic, "in other words, Mr. Xi got up just to make a snowman for me?"

Xi Muqiao put her hand into his pocket, hugged her waist, and looked at her with drooping eyes, "Hmmm."

Qiao Mu shrugged his shoulders and raised his head. The white fog blurred the man's handsome face. "Mr. Xi, I'm very moved to find that you are still a warm man."

His expression has a little loose, holding her to the unfinished snowman, obsidian eyes in this ice and snow is particularly black.

He squatted down and picked up the art knife. "I'm more moved to hear this sentence from my wife."

Qiao Mu pursed his lips discontentedly, "ouch, Mr. Xi, I'm talking from my heart. Can you be serious and serious? Don't treat it as a joke. You hurt your self-esteem so much!"

The man raised his head, with a handsome and warm smile on his face, and his pink lips gently raised, as if the world had lost its color. "Madam, I am very serious."