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Mo Yan Jue just sent out the information, heard his wife sour question.

Immediately put down the mobile phone, stood up from behind the desk, smilingly walked toward his wife.

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

"Who is afraid?" Mu Qiqi's mouth was hard, but the angry little expression on his face had already betrayed her.

"Really not?" Hands on her shoulders, slightly bent over, chin against the shoulder, provocative breath all drill into Muqiqi's ears.

"You're such a snob. Who's talking to you?" Mu Qi seven did not recognize the same time, but also did not forget Tucao ink to make complaints about two sentences.

"Oh, you still like me? Is it me who is poor, or is your eyesight poor? " Mo Yan Jue picked up thin lips and said with a strange smile.

Around a circle to their own to go in, Mu Qiqi is not to hit a place.

He gave his shoulder a hard shake and threw his hand off.

"My eyes are not good!" He stood up from the chair.

"Unfortunately, it's too late to regret now." Seeing her stand up, Mo yanjue not only did not coax her, but also turned the chair, and he sat down leisurely.

Mu Qiqi looked back, saw this scene, almost breathless vomiting blood.

Is this man interested?

She's so angry that she's smoking, and he's still in the mood to sit there and say something sarcastic?

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

"Mo yanjue, go home and serve on the washboard tonight!" Mu Qi Qi Qi exploded, glared at him fiercely and took out his own killer mace.

Sitting in a chair leisurely someone is still not the matter, as if kneeling on the washboard is completely meaningless to him.

It's true, just don't drive him out of the room, not to mention the washboard, the remote control is OK.

As a result, Meizizi's psychological activities had not lasted three minutes. Muqiqi came to him in anger, grabbed his clothes and pulled him out of the chair.

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

Mo yanjue is so stupid that he can't go back to his room to sleep. Now he's going to drive him out of the house?

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

Mu Qiqi sat down on the chair and glanced at him coldly. Now he knows that he is wrong?

It's late!

Seeing his wife's eyes, someone's desire for survival is bursting. He pinches his shoulder and knocks on his back. All kinds of flattery: "wife, I was just joking. The doctor didn't say it. I need to adjust your mood properly. I'm just following the doctor's advice. Please forgive me!"

Mu Qiqi slapped the pen in his hand on the table and said angrily, "Mo Yan Jue, do you take me as a three-year-old child?"

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

"Get out of the way!" Mu Qiqi a stomach gas, see him in front of the swing are almost bored to death.

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

Taking advantage of the opportunity that Mu Qiqi just leaned on the back of the chair, he leaned slightly and pecked at the corner of her mouth twice.

His thick fingertips glided over her tender cheek, tender and full of love. He gently held her cheek, and his deep eyebrows were especially affectionate, "wife, I was wrong..." www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!