The little woman who didn't know that she was going to die soon nodded her head excitedly, "yes, yes, I heard that those who are handsome and of good shape, many famous ladies or rich women are fighting for it. I'm so happy. One wave is a villa, and the other is a luxury car. My God, it's not easy to make money!"
After dancing, Qiao Mu held his hands together and put them on his chin.
That small mouth is still chattering, a whirlwind, Qiao Mu was pressed in the bottom.
Looking at the man's pretty face, she suddenly shivered.
"Is that enough?"
Feeling the danger, Qiao Mu nodded his head in a hurry, "enough said, enough said!"
"Want to share a man with a lot of women?"
With a trace of Yin cold voice let Qiao Mu hit a thrill, "no, no, I'm just playing a metaphor, Mr. Xi, don't be angry, I'm wrong, I'm this broken mouth, should hit, whimper."
The man's in her black and white eyes constantly enlarge, the fear in her eyes is also slowly enlarged.
The next second, the other big hand has touched the soft meat in her waist.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha, Mr. Xi, I'm wrong Ha ha ha ha ha -- "
half an hour later, it's a corner of the living room.
The little woman folded her hands and said goodbye to Xi Muqiao. "Mr. Xi, I was wrong. I dare not. I write a thousand words review!"
The man sat on the sofa with his long legs folded, half drooping his eyes, turning over the newspaper without being moved.
The little woman in the corner moved and continued to act coquettish. "People are really wrong. I'm just making an analogy. Why are you so mean? It's really annoying."
The man raises the eye slightly, the eye is Ling lie, the voice is still stern, "still dare to talk back?"
The little woman shrunk her neck and shook her head like a rattle, "no, no, no more!"
He thought that the man would be soft hearted and let her go. He didn't say a word and looked down at the newspaper.
Qiao Mu grinds teeth, really want to carry small handkerchief to shout at him.
Look here, look here, your wife looks better than the newspaper!
Biting his lower lip, he looked at the man not far away.
How to do, she seems to be really spoiled by men.
If put in the past, was punished to stand in the corner, she would definitely be brave enough to fight him to the end, even if she could not win, she would bite off a piece of meat.
But now, she always wanted to be coquettish to Ximu, and the man let her go.
Backbone is really a slap in the face!
I bravely recovered two points of backbone and stood silent for ten minutes.
Ten minutes later, the feeling of tummy falling and rising came again. She even felt the heat flowing down slowly.
As soon as her face changed, she immediately threw the two points of backbone behind her head, covered her stomach, and ran to the bathroom.
"Mr. Xi, my relatives are here!"
Simuccio snapped the newspaper shut and stood up to walk to the bathroom.
The man took her little joy in the eyes, just picked the next eyebrow, did not speak, turned out.
Again, she didn't say anything.
After Qiao Mu came out, he saw the man began to read the boring newspaper again, curled his mouth, went forward, threw himself on the sofa, and put his head on his lap.
Gently poked the back of his hand, his voice mixed with some nasal, "don't be angry, I'll leave tomorrow, you can't see me for three days."
Xi Muqiao glanced at her faintly, closed the newspaper and threw it on the tea table.
Qiao Mu was beautiful, suddenly stretched out his small hand, held his face, and took the initiative to kiss it.
Simuccio obviously enjoyed this method of showing weakness, and clasped her big hand on the back of her head to have a super lasting French kiss.
Aunt Wang passes by the living room and looks at you and me. She covers her mouth and laughs.
The couple are good. They want to stick together every day.
Absenteeism at work every other day, truancy at both ends of the school day after day
Simuccio was soon teased by her, had a feeling, and stopped the car in time on the verge of collapse.
"Well, get up and tell Aunt Wang what you want to eat tonight."
"Oh."
The plane at 7:20 tomorrow morning, coupled with the relatives can not make mischief, Qiao Mu went to bed very early.
Getting up in the morning, I had thought of changing the sanitary napkin by the way, but I didn't expect that my aunt was gone again.
Head of the chicken's nest, vaguely looked at a few, also did not take seriously.
At half past five in the morning, it's not light yet.
"Honey, it's time to get up." The man lay on his side, kissing her lips.
"Well..." Qiaomu turned over and turned his buttocks at simuccio.
The man chuckled, clasped her wrist, and kept circling it. "If I don't get up, I can't guarantee what I'll do next."The little woman, who was still in a daze, heard this sentence again. Her drowsiness disappeared in an instant and she sat up.
"Good morning, Mr. Xi." She leaned over to give him a good morning kiss.
All the clothes she was wearing were matched by simuccio.
Check coat, black tight jeans, khaki leather boots, neat hair tied a ponytail, full of British style.
Before changing clothes mirror, Qiao Mu touches small chin, nod head with satisfaction.
"Mr. Xi, do you think I'm a few years younger, and I've got my hair tied up and my face looks smaller."
Finish saying, and very narcissistic stroked hair again, "this looks good-looking person, a little dress up, can be good-looking God."
Xi Muqiao looked like a teenage girl, full of vitality of Qiao mu, suddenly some heart filled.
Naturally, the beauty of both of them is needless to say. The key is that Qiao Mu's skeleton face is small. Like a high school girl, he belongs to the mature and introverted type.
There are also two people's height, he is nearly 1.9 meters, Qiaomu although 1.67 meters, not short, can be worthy of his shoulders.
So, the two of them are a little bit like that uncle with Laurie.
The man who has been very confident in all aspects of himself once again lowers his head in front of his age