Chapter 129

He was satisfied that his face could think like this. At the beginning, he did it on purpose. His face was drunk and unconscious, but he had not reached the point where he had no reason at all.

He possessed his face. First, he wanted to attack simuccio. Second, he really liked her for many years. Except for these two reasons, he didn't think so much about it.

Before marriage, what he thought was that his face was just around him, and the rest was not important. After marriage, he began to become greedy. He was not satisfied with her being around. He began to want her heart, but he also knew that it was extravagant hope.

Her face turned over. She faced him face to face. She looked straight into his eyes and didn't speak.

Simucher was looked at by Mo Rongyan with this kind of slightly smiling eyes. There was a bang and buzzing in his head. His Adam's apple slid up and down, and his heart was gradually anxious.

Sleeping with this man for more than a year, her face is not strange to him. In the past, she would never refuse, but she would not take the initiative.

With a slight sigh in her heart, she put her arm around simucher's neck and put her red lips together with her strength.

Simuche's pupils suddenly shrunk, and the whole person was overwhelmed by ecstasy. He hugged her little willow waist and deepened the kiss.

Today's surprises are too many, too many, which make him feel a little unreal, like dreaming, but the violent palpitation in his heart reminds him that all these are facts.

Thinking of the his face, he didn't delay for a long time. He soon let her go. His thumb rubbed the corner of the his lips and said softly.

"You don't have to aggrieve yourself. If you don't want to do these things in the future, you can tell me directly, so I will be happier."

Looking into his eyes, her facial features reflected in the bottom of his eyes, leaving a faint reflection, "I have no grievance. Grandma is right. I don't hate you. I also decided to try to get along with you like a husband and wife."

Simucher's eyes and eyebrows gradually caught a smile.

His face suddenly smiled, and there was a trace of ruddy on his white face. "Second brother, this is the last time I call you second brother. In the future, you will no longer be my second brother, you are my husband."

Simucher's head was buried in her black hair, and his choking voice echoed in her face's ears.

"Face, I'm very happy."

Her face didn't leave him face this time. She unkindly exposed him, "simucher, can you stop crying, a big man, how funny? If you do this again, the baby should laugh at you."

Hearing the speech, simucher's eyes became wetter.

In the living room, simuccio yawned.

Yuan Sufei asked, "didn't you have a good rest last night?"

He is shameless in front of his wife. Hooligan he can also do his face without redness and heart without jumping, but in front of his mother, simuccio unexpectedly turned his ears red.

Seeing that her son was silent, Yuan Sufei suddenly remembered that Aunt Wang called her this morning and said that her wife went back to Linlang Bay yesterday. It was Mr. who went out this morning with his wife.

She was also from the past. She understood it all at once. She didn't expose it. She smiled and asked, "when will you bring your wife back to mom?"

At the mention of Qiao mu, Xi Muqiao suddenly smiled and raised her eyebrows, "after this week, she has been busy with the exam recently and has no time to come back with me."

Yuan Sufei hasn't seen her daughter-in-law yet, but Aunt Wang said that Mr. loves his wife very much and can often see him and his wife fighting.

This made her very curious. Over the years, Muqiao's temperament has been very weak. The most common thing is that he has no expression, can't see joys and sorrows, and can't laugh a few times a year.

She also heard from the old lady that Muqiao's wife was the little girl he had never forgotten for more than ten years. They even got their marriage certificate.

"You don't even discuss such a big matter with your family, and you don't bring it home to show us first. You take the marriage certificate on your own. Will other girls feel too abrupt?"

"Mom, Joe Mu won't."

"The girl's name is Qiao mu. How old is she this year?"

"Twenty."

Yuan Sufei choked and couldn't believe it. She asked again, "twenty years old?"

After seeing her son nodding, she calculated silently in her heart. Her son fell in love with others 14 years ago. Wasn't Qiao Mu only six years old at that time?

At this moment, an idea came out of Yuan Sufei's heart. Son, this is an old cow eating tender grass!

"Five years younger than Xiaoyan!"

Simuccio knew what his mother meant. He smiled. "Age is a little worse, but it doesn't hinder our feelings."

Xi Muqiao said something guilty. He didn't doubt Qiao Mu's feelings, but he couldn't guarantee Qiao Mu's feelings for himself.

Yuan Sufei sighed, thinking that it would be better to be 20 at the age of 20 than to be single. "I'm still a child, and I haven't graduated from college, that is to say, you won't have children in recent years?"

"We're not in a hurry. Let it be."

Hearing her son say so, Yuan Sufei's mental calculation has been put down. Her son is already 31 years old. If you wait a few more years, won't you be running four.

"OK, bring it back to us as soon as possible. Mom is very curious. Also, don't bully others because of your age. It's not easy for me to have a daughter-in-law. Don't run again."

Simuccio laughed. He didn't have time to hurt her. How could he bully her? Of course, the bullying on the was not counted. He nodded and signaled that he knew.

"Xiaoyan said she would return home in recent days."

Yuan Sufei was so happy that tears came out in the twinkling of an eye. She scolded, "this dead girl doesn't even call me when she comes back. I'll kill her when she comes back."

"Then I'll tell Xiaoyan not to come back. Anyway, my mother will kill her when she comes back."

After that, Xi Muqiao picked up his mobile phone from the tea table and tried to call Xi Muyan. Yuan Sufei grabbed the mobile phone and stared at him.

Ximuqiao's smile in his eyes was about to overflow. Xiaoyan didn't come back for more than three years. He knew his mother couldn't think of it, but just talked about it.

He leaned back, "muche and his face have children, Xiaoyan is coming back, and our family is reunited."

Hearing the speech, the smile on Yuan Sufei's face was stiff. She carefully looked at the expression on her son's face, hoping to see something, but there was nothing else on Xi Muqiao's face except a shallow smile.

It seems that her son has really put down. While she is putting down her heart, she is a little sad. The family will be reunited soon, but the head of the family is missing.

She withdrew her thoughts and asked, "is there a picture of Qiao mu? Mom wants to see. "

Xi Muqiao took his mobile phone from Yuan Sufei and opened the photo album. He didn't take pictures on weekdays, but after having Qiao mu, he took some more or less.

Most of them are when Qiao Mu performs, and a few are photos of Qiao Mu's life.

Yuan Sufei looked at the photo carefully, "can you play the piano?"