Chapter 92

Joe Mu's eyes lit up at once, and his small head was very happy.

"Like, like."

Who doesn't like that gift?

Before she was nine years old, she would receive many gifts every Christmas. She would dress up her home beautifully, including a Christmas tree with colorful lights, all kinds of delicious candy, and Santa Claus's gifts to herself, although she only knew that it was her father's dress.

After the age of nine, life forced me to have no energy to go to Christmas again, let alone receive gifts. Only on Christmas Eve, I ate an apple quietly.

Her big eyes were shining, and her small hand held his strong waist, "what gift?"

He smiled, "keep it a secret!"

Qiao Mu didn't follow, and his little face was buried in his fierce moon and began to act like a spoiled child. "Uncle, tell me quickly that you are so unkind. It's tempting to say half and keep half."

Simuccio enjoyed it. Being spoiled by her, he smiled from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, "the higher the appetite, the greater the final surprise."

"But I want to know now!"

Her little face rubbed and rubbed on his mouth, like a little milk cat looking for touch, "uncle, tell me quickly, I'm really curious."

Ximuqiao was so angry that she quickly stabilized her little willow waist, "don't move!"

Qiao Mu shouldn't. her purpose hasn't been achieved yet. Her small hand rubbed back and forth on his waist. Her soft little hand seemed to tickle his heart, which made his heart itch badly.

He suddenly tightened his hand holding her small waist and scolded, "is the skin itchy again? Throw you out of the car if you twist me. "

As soon as he spoke, his dumb voice startled him. He scolded a little bastard. He really had no resistance to her.

Lin Yi glanced secretly from the rearview mirror. Wow, his wife sat across the president. This posture is so hot. He is also a man. Of course, he can hear the fire contained in the president's dumb voice.

He thought to himself, shouldn't his wife tear the president when she knows the truth? Why are they still so glued to each other!

Lin Yixi was caught by ximuqiao when he was peeking. He narrowed his eyes dangerously and his voice was still dumb, "hurry up!"

Lin Yi was so excited by the president that he didn't dare to peek any more. He stepped on the accelerator quickly. He thought with his toes that he knew what the president wanted to do.

The poor lady doesn't know yet. She will be skinned and boned by the president soon.

Qiaomu belongs to the kind who doesn't take off the tiles above for three days. One meal can take care of three days. She was scolded by ximuqiao and didn't dare to move. Another reason is that she found the abnormality of ximuqiao's body.

He tightly imprisoned her in his arms, his chin against Qiao Mu's head, and his hot breath hit Qiao Mu's hair, as if it had penetrated into his face from his head, making Qiao Mu blush.

Nima, how could there be something wrong with such a lively simukio!

She was stiff and afraid to move, for fear that simuccio would put herself in the right place.

"Uncle, can you let go?"

The big hand around her waist tightened silently to show that she could not.

Joe Mu curled his mouth. Well, well, you're the boss. It's up to you. She moved back a little to avoid the place that embarrassed her. Xi Muqiao didn't allow it. She put her big palm on his small waist and buckled her back.

Simuccio's button made her closer than before. Her face turned red. Mom, it's better not to move. This move made her closer.

"Uncle, aren't you hot? I'm a little hot, so you let go... "

Ximuqiao hooked his lips and stared at her with dark eyes, "take it off when it's hot."

After that, he hissed and opened the zipper of Qiaomu's down jacket directly. Qiaomu was stunned and looked down at the zipper. His hands were really fast.

Lin Yi's ears moved and tried to control her eyes. She didn't look in the rearview mirror. What's special? The president who was not close to a trace of female color before will take off women's clothes now?

Did you really verify that sentence.

How serious a person is, how affectionate he is.

"Stop!"

Lin Yi quickly stepped on the brake and looked in the rearview mirror. He didn't know what the president meant.

Ximuqiao gently raised his fine chin and gave orders to Lin Yi.

"You, get off and come back in half an hour."

Qiao Mu twisted his waist shirt hand, and suddenly the alarm bell rang loudly. A bad feeling came into her heart. She quickly raised her cerebellar bag and looked. Lin Yi had opened the door.

"Hey, brother, don't go. Hey, hey, hey --"

Hearing his wife calling himself, Lin Yi ran faster. Madam, you're not breaking my life. You're going to kill me directly. I can't stand your big brother. The president will chop me directly!

The car suddenly quieted down, only the sound of heating could be heard. Qiao Mu's hand around Xi Muqiao's waist slowly loosened, and she touched her nose and smiled.

"Uncle, what are you doing? I'm going home. Hurry up. I still want to see my gift."

Simuccio put her little hand on his waist again, slowly lowered his head, stared at her panicked eyes, his thin lips slowly lifted up, and he said in a low voice.

"Don't rush home to see the gifts. I prepared two. I wanted to give them to you at Christmas. Since you are so anxious that you can't even wait to go home, open one first."

The heating in the car was on enough. When he got on the car, he took off his suit jacket. The hot body temperature was emitted through the thin shirt. The hot fingertips of her were shrunk, and even her body trembled slightly.

As soon as the body shook, even her voice shook. She shook her head again and again, "no, no, no, I suddenly don't want to see it. I want to go home. Uncle, let's go home quickly, please!"

Ximuqiao looked at her frightened little appearance, and the radian of the corner of his lips was even worse. He didn't speak. Qiaomu could hear his breathing getting heavier and heavier.

She was afraid and glanced out of the window. There were green belts and no buildings around. Except for a few cars passing by occasionally, the whole road was quiet.

However, even if it is quiet, she doesn't want to get on the bus on the main road!

Simuccio approached little by little, and she leaned back little by little, but in front was the back of the driver's seat. Where could she hide.

Simuccio pulled off the scarf on her neck. When the speckled dark kiss was exposed, his eyes were dark and dark, deep and deep, like a drop of black ink.

Qiaomu held her breath and looked at the face between her nose and nose. Her eyebrows and eyes were handsome, the outline was deep, and the light smile from the corners of her lips made her heart beat faster suddenly.

She swallowed her saliva, her body was tight, and her cheeks fainted with a touch of crimson. She said in a trembling voice, "uncle, I don't want to have a car shock on the road. If you like, we can go home and shake in the garage."