Chapter 97

Simuccio is like holding a child with his little wife. However, his wife is so clever. He is used to seeing his wife fooling around. It suddenly becomes so quiet that simuccio doesn't feel comfortable.

Qiao Mu was really moved. From knowing him to now, she was taking advantage of him. She spent $5 million to buy herself. Usually, she often stuffed money for her to improve her life, buy her clothes and shoes, take her to eat delicious food, buy such a big house and give her so many musical instruments. She really couldn't figure out what ximuqiao did to buy herself?

She has self-knowledge. She still knows how much she weighs. It's her face that can see the past most all over her.

But with simuccio's identity and status, what kind of woman do you want? It's estimated that all kinds of beauties have to break their heads when he waves?

Although he has a bad temper and is often cruel to himself, it is undeniable that he is really very kind to himself. She moved her face, changed a comfortable posture and stopped moving.

"Thank you, uncle."

Simuccio tilted his head, rubbed her warm cheek, and walked gently with her like coaxing a child to sleep. He enjoyed it very much. By the warmth of this moment, his wife is rare not to make trouble, and his heart has melted.

He asked with a smile, "is there such a verbal thank-you? There is no substantive thank-you gift?"

Joe Mu twisted his shirt collar with his small hand. "What kind of gift do you want? You know, I'm very poor. I can't afford too expensive gifts."

Simuccio was delighted by her words, little fool. Such rich men are yours. Are you poor?

"Kiss me first."

Joe Mu was very obedient, raised his small head and kissed him on the cheek. Xi Muqiao was unhappy. "I gave you such a big gift, just kiss your face. You thought your kiss was worth a thousand gold."

Qiao Mu understood what he meant, but she was very happy at the moment. It was rare that she didn't quarrel with Xi Muqiao. She held his handsome face in her small hand and kissed him with her thin lips.

Very simple lip to lip, like a dragonfly touching the water, she left immediately. Simuccio licked her thin lip and pecked it back on her lip.

"Collect some interest first and take the principal tonight."

Joe Mu buried his face in his shoulder. Even if simuqiao ordered her so roundly, her face was still burning.

I felt that his wife was embarrassed. Simuccio had enough to hook his lips. He was cheeky enough to mop the floor at ordinary times. He dropped his chain at the critical moment.

"Would you like to see our bedroom?"

Joe Mu was held by him and walked back and forth. She was comfortable and almost fell asleep. She answered lazily.

"OK."

As soon as she left the music room, she met Aunt Wang, who was going to get a simuccio water cup in the study. When Aunt Wang saw their posture, her wife's legs were wrapped around her husband's waist. She turned her head and left, her old face blushing.

"You go on, you go on."

She tut Tut and shook her head. Young people today are so crazy. They still play so many tricks. They are in a hurry. It's less than five o'clock. Fortunately, she prepared black chicken soup for the two children.

Xi Muqiao knew that Aunt Wang had misunderstood. He didn't explain. Instead, Qiao mu in her arms had his head buried in his shirt. How old was she when she first came here? She was misunderstood by Aunt Wang. She was really shameless and noisy.

After walking dozens of steps and passing a corner, simuccio held her tightly with one big hand and unscrewed the door with the other hand.

As soon as he entered the room, Qiao Mu smelled the faint sandalwood, which smelled very good.

"Here we are."

Qiao Mu raised his head and looked at the whole room. The ground floor was still covered with wool carpet. The window was a large French window, and the heavy embroidered curtains hung quietly on one side. There was a recliner in front of the window. Most of the decoration colors in the room were warm, showing a low-key luxury, which felt particularly warm.

The most dazzling is their big, red sheets, red pillows, red velvet quilts, full of dazzling red.

Simuccio put her aside and sat down. He also sat aside. He smiled and said, "this is prepared by Aunt Wang. She said she should celebrate when she gets married, so it's lucky."

Qiao Mu nodded. The older generation valued this most. They were all red or pretty.

She had an indescribable feeling in her heart. She had all kinds of tastes. In the face of such a luxurious room, she was still more restrained. After all, she was used to living in that small house. When she came here, she was excited first, but when the excitement subsided, it was replaced by all maladjustment.

She quietly looked at simukio's dark and deep eyes, and felt that today's simukio was very different, especially gentle. She kept smiling on her face, melting his cold outline.

Before going downstairs, simuccio took her to another room. As soon as she opened the door, she was stunned. The room was empty. There were only fourteen Mickey bigger than her.

She picked up one and didn't give up. All the cartoon characters, she likes Mickey best.

Her big eyes flashed at simukio, "uncle, is this also for me?"

"Yes."

Qiao Mu sighed loudly, and the whole person was happy to fly, "Wow, how did you prepare so many gifts."

Simuccio looked at her with a spoiled face, and there were layers of smiles in his black eyes. These Mickey dolls finally waited for their master.

Every year, he would buy a big Mickey and Matcha tiramisu cake on that day, and then find a cherry garden. He would sit quietly under the cherry tree for a day to celebrate his little girl's birthday, because the cherry garden in his childhood had long been moved to the ground by urban construction.

In his mind, it seemed as if they were under the cherry tree when they were children.

The tall boy still had a cold face, looked down at the little girl who had just reached her waist, stretched out his hand to lift her pigtail and opened his mouth cool.

"What do you want for your birthday present?"

The little girl looked at him with her head held high. Her white and tender face smiled brightly, and her voice was particularly sweet and crisp.

"I want Matcha tiramisu and Mickey bigger than me!"

The thing he regretted most for so many years was that when he went to buy Mickey, there was a traffic jam, half an hour later than the time agreed by the little girl, so that he regretted every time he thought of the little girl for so many years. He thought the little girl left because he was angry because he was late, and he never appeared again.

Now he knows that she's not angry, she's just adopted.

His eyes were dark and he asked softly, "do you like it?"

Joe Mu was buried in the pile of Mickey bigger than her, and the voice was stuffy.

"Like, like!"