Chapter 91

The legendary love between teachers and students happened around me. It's so exciting!

They walked out of the classroom under the blessing of the whole class

At the review stage, the whole campus was empty.

Joe Mu lowered his head and followed Xi Muqiao two meters behind him. His small hands kept wringing his clothes. With her understanding of Xi Muqiao, it was absolutely impossible to forget it.

She looked up at the tall and straight figure in front. The Black Slim suit outlined his perfect shape, and the meticulous suit made his back a little more cold.

If she were normal, she might still be spitting at her back, but she was not in the mood to appreciate it. She could feel the anger emitted by simuccio two meters away.

She cried twice in her heart. It's over. This time, it's big. No man would like to be discussed about what he can't do, not to mention simuccio, who is so proud.

After struggling for a long time, she lifted her pink lips and shouted, "uncle."

Ximuqiao is very unhappy now. He decided to take the high and cold route to air the little bastard, so that she would be frightened for a while, saving her spare time to discuss this with others.

Xi Muqiao was silent, and Qiao Mu had no bottom in her heart. She took two steps to keep up with him, but her legs were much shorter than others. Moreover, Xi Muqiao didn't mean to wait for her at all.

She trotted with simuccio, pulled his suit sleeve with her small hand, and motioned him to trim her, "uncle!"

He didn't see his head. He twisted his chin tightly and looked ahead. He pushed away the small hand holding his sleeve, and brushed the place grabbed by Qiao mu with his fingers, as if he had been touched by something unclean.

His indifference completely flustered Qiao mu. Every time he was angry with her, he would yell at her, his face was blue, and he wanted to eat her alive. She had seen his indifference there.

Qiao Mu didn't dare to touch him again. His disdain made her very sad. She hurried to say, "uncle, I'm sorry, I'm wrong. Don't be angry."

Ximuqiao glanced at her with Yu Guang and snorted coldly. Little bastard, do you know you're afraid this time?

Qiao Mu heard the cold hum from his nasal voice. He was happy and hurriedly pursued the victory, "uncle, I really know I'm wrong. I dare not next time."

As she spoke, she went to get the coat in simuccio's arm. Before glancing at his face, she quickly took the coat from his arm when she saw that he had no wave in his face and didn't want to remove her meaning.

When the crisis was over, she began to chirp again, "uncle, where are we going?"

Joe Mu held his black coat like a small attendant. He was very clever.

Simuccio noticed that she was panting and slowed down quietly during her speech. He took the textbook list in one hand and copied the other hand into his trouser pocket. He was so gentle and handsome.

His tone was very weak. "Go home and verify your question to you."

Joe bathed in his footsteps and held his heavy coat tightly in his arms. She stroked her short hair disordered by the wind, and Bei teeth gently bit her lower lip.

Simuccio sneered and stopped. He raised his eyebrows with a little disdain in his tone, "what's the matter? You don't want to? Qiao mu, don't forget that we are husband and wife, legal husband and wife. I have the right to exercise my husband's power, and you have the obligation to accept it! "

Of course she knows this. She also knows that he spent $5 million on himself. There is nothing wrong with what he did to himself. She has no right to refuse.

She looked at simuccio with big eyes, quietly. Just now, all the joy was gone. Simuccio was soft at the tip of her heart and wondered if she had said too much.

Just when ximuqiao wanted to speak again, Qiaomu had stretched out his small hand, timidly held his big palm, and his little face suddenly bloomed.

"No, uncle, let's go home."

Feeling the soft cold in the palm, simuccio tightened his palm, and the dark cloud between his eyebrows was replaced by pleasure. When his wife held his hand and said we were going home, a piece at the bottom of his heart seemed to collapse with a roar, which shocked the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle, why are your eyes red?"

Simuccio said coldly, "it was blown by the wind."

Joe Mu didn't look, "you seem to be crying."

Being ruthlessly exposed by the little bastard, simuccio flew into a rage, "shut up! Give me more nonsense and I'll sew your mouth! "

Qiaomu hurriedly lifted the coat in her arms and blocked her mouth. She looked at ximuqiao's noble, cold and handsome face with beautiful eyes and suddenly sighed. The angry uncle looked more pleasant. When ximuqiao didn't speak, he was haunted with cold breath. If he spoke coldly, it would be terrible.

He called Lin Yi. After a while, a big Cherokee stopped in front of them. Lin Yi nodded to them.

"Boss, madam.

Xi Muqiao was very satisfied with Lin Yi's name. When he looked at him with appreciation, he said, "the bonus this month has doubled."

Joe Mu thought to himself, and the bonus? Is the underworld so formal?

Lin Yi was about to jump up. For a moment, she felt that her president was not so boring

Sao, he glanced at them from the rearview mirror and thought that the president must have a wife, and his body, which had been held for so many years, was relieved. Now he was both physically and mentally happy!

"Back to Linlang Bay."

"OK, president."

Qiao Mu suddenly recovered from her thoughts. She looked out of the window and went in the opposite direction of her home. She quickly made a noise.

"Uncle, don't we go home? My house is no longer here."

Simuccio dragged her to hold her on his lap and put her little hand on his waist. He found that he especially liked to hold Qiao Mu like this. He liked to talk face to face with her, which made him particularly relieved.

He picked up her sharp chin and asked her to look at him. He looked at her watery eyes and scraped her slender little nose with his index finger.

He smiled. "It's not your home, it's our home, the home of both of us."

Joe Mu was stunned. "Is it so fast?"

Simuccio did not answer her, but asked, "does your wife know what festival this Saturday is?"

Qiao Mu thought with her fingers. Today is the 22nd and Saturday is the 25th. She blurted out when she was happy.

"Christmas!"

"Does your wife like it?"

Qiao Mu's eyes were bright, "I like it!"

Ximuqiao's lips aroused a smile that reversed all sentient beings. He bowed his head and put his forehead against Qiao Mu's forehead. His voice was particularly provocative in this narrow space.

"Does the lady like receiving gifts?"