Chapter 120

Uh, come out naked?

He Miao and Qiu Ning laughed maliciously at the other end of the phone. He Miao said, "ouch, this is a little farewell better than a new marriage. Are you finished or haven't started?"

Qiu Ning hurriedly said, "yes, we'll hang up if we haven't started yet. You have to take it easy. You're the one who will take the exam tomorrow. Don't get out of bed at that time!"

Joe looked at the bathroom and scolded, "you two stinks. Can the hooligan do it? What do you think all day? I have to hang up quickly. Uncle is ill and I want to serve him! "

There was another look of enlightenment, "Oh, understand, serve, oh, ha ha!"

Joe Mu didn't want to talk to these two little bitches who were full of yellow. He quickly hung up the phone, took the bath towel and ran to the bathroom, "come on, uncle, don't come out. You haven't recovered from your cold!"

She opened a crack in the door and stuffed the bath towel in. "Uncle, here, take it quickly!"

A warm big hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. She sounded the alarm in her heart and quickly retracted her hand. However, there was a great difference between men and women's strength, and she was dragged in at once.

She stood still and held the bath towel in front of her, "Da Da... Uncle, here is your bath towel!"

Xi Muqiao didn't answer or speak. He approached her, and his burning black eyes stared at her motionless.

Joe Mu's eyes looked down quickly. He quickly spread the bath towel around him and covered the key parts, "uncle, take it yourself!"

"I'm a little hot!"

"You must have a fever again. Let's take the medicine quickly!"

Ximuqiao hugged her in her arms. She put her against the wall. The cool touch made her shiver. She looked straight into his eyes and said with a dry smile, "uncle, you've wetted my pajamas."

"Well, wet clothes are bad for your health. Take them off!"

After that, he went to take off Qiaomu's pajamas. Qiaomu quickly loosened his hand holding his bath towel and covered his pajamas.

Ximuqiao took off her pajamas, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and a ruffian smile arose from the corners of his lips. His hand supported the wall against Qiao Mu's body, and the bath towel around his waist slipped slowly in the gap between the two bodies.

Joe Mu lowered his eyes and looked down. What did he see clearly? She quickly turned to face the wall, covered her face with two small hands, and shouted, "ah, ximuqiao, are you an exposure maniac? I didn't let you hold it by yourself. I'll grow needle eyes when I lie in the groove!"

Simuccio smiled and came up against her again. He firmly pressed her against the wall. His burning breath hit her ear continuously. "You're my wife and won't have needle eyes."

Joe Mu rubbed him and said angrily, "you hurry up!"

He snorted in a low, dumb voice, "madam, don't move. If you move again, I can't guarantee what I'm doing next."

The touch on the back waist was very clear. Qiao Mu's voice trembled slightly. "Uncle, take a deep breath. Don't be excited. Aren't you still ill!"

Simuccio pecked her earlobe and buttoned her tighter to himself. "That's before you came back. As soon as you came back, the whole person will be fine."

The bright light hit the two people. The space full of water mist was gradually mixed with a thick warm atmosphere, and the temperature was also rising. Qiao Mu could feel the breath of the man behind him.

She had felt the big hand pulling her pajamas. She clasped the hand with her backhand and was very flustered. "Uncle, didn't you say you were ill and didn't have that energy?"

Simuccio buried in her neck, acted recklessly and said vaguely, "that was noon. Now it's night. His strength has recovered."

Qiao Mu twisted his head hard and exclaimed, "no, no, it's not complete yet. What if it relapses again? I'd better wait until you're complete!"

"Has your wife ever heard of being a ghost under the peony?"

Ximuqiao has pulled down half of her pajamas. He takes them off and Qiaomu pulls them up. She's almost crying. Mom, don't drag me if you want to die!

"If you really die on me, I won't have to pay for my life!"

Simuccio smiled and half joked, "then I'll set up a written note for you. If I really die on you, you don't have to bear any responsibility!"

Joe Mu dragged his pajamas to death, and ximuqiao didn't take them off. He directly put his hand in. Her legs were soft. She suddenly thought of the underpants she bought.

She shouted, "stop, stop, uncle, I still have a gift for you!"

Simuccio kept moving and smiled, "little bastard, lie to me again?"

Joe Mu cried in his voice, "no, no, really no, there are really gifts. I haven't finished sending them yet!"

"Really?"

Qiao Mu nodded like mashing garlic, "really, really."

But he buried his head again, "look after it!"

"Woo woo, uncle, look first, look first. I'll pick it for you myself. You'll like it!" She would soon be unable to hold it. If simuccio hadn't put one hand around her waist, she would have slipped to the ground.

Simuccio raised his head and raised his eyebrows. Anyway, his wife can't run. Let's have a look first.

He let go of his hand around her thin waist and wiped it on the upturned hip flap. Then he took out his hand. He still wanted to smash it. Smash it in his mouth, "go!"

Qiaomu ran out of the door without forgetting to mention a pair of pajamas. The ass touched by ximuqiao was so hot that she blushed. She suddenly felt that she shouldn't come back today. Now she can't escape.

Simuccio looked at his wife running and lifting her pants. He suddenly remembered the morning when he first met her. Her wife was also running and lifting her pants, and shouted that we should sleep with each other one night and be even!

In retrospect, lazy laughter overflowed from his throat. His eyebrows seemed to be in full bloom, and the corners of his lips were so high that they were so amazing and moving.

Joe Mu's scalp was numb by his laughter and secretly scolded the man for his evil!

As soon as ximuqiao raised his feet, he remembered that the bath towel brought by his wife had fallen to the ground again. He looked down and his body was still excited. His wife was shy. He certainly couldn't go out like this.

He looked around and saw his wife's pink bath towel, a hook of evil charm in the corner of his lips, a stretch of his long arm, took it, put it under his nose and gently sniffed it. There was the smell of shower gel on his wife. He gathered around his waist and went out.

"Uncle, look, I bought it for you. Do you like it?"

Qiaomu turned out the red box from the bottom of the wardrobe. As soon as she turned around, she saw ximuqiao coming. Her eyes swept down, and the small box in her hand fell to the ground.

"Ah, simukio, how can you do this? This is my bath towel, woo woo, my powder!"