Chapter 159

It's good not to mention it. Simuccio's face darkened at the mention of it.

His wife finally had a holiday. He could happily tease his little wife every day, but he didn't expect to get involved in such a bad thing, which disrupted all his plans.

Qiao Mu secretly glanced at him and saw that he didn't speak and his face was gloomy. Her heart began to wail. It was clear that she had let go that day. What the hell is this attitude now?

She tooted her lips and wondered if she wanted to play a trick tonight, although this behavior is shameful and disdainful.

If she could sacrifice her body for a concert, she would not hesitate to take off all her clothes and go straight to simuccio's big house, because it's so worth it!

Xi Muqiao didn't speak, and the air pressure in the carriage was also low. Qiao Mu didn't dare to tease him again. For a time, the lively carriage was quiet. Xi Muqiao drove quietly without squinting. She ate crab roe bread quietly.

A few minutes later, the man beside him said faintly, "go home and discuss again."

When Qiao Mu heard this, it was a play. She suddenly came to the spirit, narrowed her big eyes, smiled at him, and stretched out her small hand to shake his big hand.

"Uncle, you are the best uncle in the world. I love you, Moda."

Simuccio was suddenly shaken by her and his hand slipped. The originally stable car ran a route. His cold hair stood up, slapped the culprit's hand, and he turned his head and roared.

"Qiao mu, I'm driving. Can't you see? If you don't give me honesty, get off!"

Joe Mu covered his beaten paws, pitifully shrunk on the seat, wrinkled his small face and wanted to cry.

Mom, the big pervert didn't take it lightly or seriously. The slap on the back of her hand was numb.

According to her original nature, at the moment, she should be furious, jump up and work hard with the big pervert, but at the thought of the concert, she stubbornly turned the anger on her face into coquetry.

Her beaten little hand stretched out again, and her thin white little finger made two circles on his big hand on the steering wheel.

Her big eyes were covered with a layer of water mist. It was wet. She tooted her small mouth, "husband, you hurt others."

Simuccio pursed his lips and glanced at her in the rearview mirror. The delicate appearance made his temples beat violently.

Really, you're a hook goblin!

But Qiao Mu was so afraid of death. Seeing that the man had no sign of anger, she summoned up the courage and touched his big hand again. Just when her hand touched the back of the warm hand, there came a man's gloomy voice.

"So hungry?"

“……”

Hungry and thirsty, your sister!

Ximuqiao drove the car directly to the garage. He opened the door and got off. Qiao Mu also got off with him, carrying leftover crab roe bags behind him.

Ximuqiao was obviously still angry. He didn't want to wait for her. He walked away with long legs and pushed her two steps at a time. Qiao Mu trotted behind him.

"Uncle, wait for me."

It's OK not to speak. The man walked faster as soon as he spoke.

It happened that the garage was two or three hundred meters away from the villa. In addition, against the strong wind, she began to breathe halfway. She knew that simuccio didn't eat hard or soft, and she was shameless.

She was coquettish and angry behind him. "Uncle, people's hands hurt so much. They are swollen into steamed bread!"

Sure enough, simuccio stepped and turned to see her. She wiped off her hair blocking her eyes, ran forward and handed her little hand.

Xi Muqiao's face was tight, her facial features were three-dimensional, deep as a deep pool, and her eyes looked at her quietly. Her big back was also disordered by the strong wind, but it added a few wild flavors.

Qiao Mu was crazy about flowers for three seconds. When his big hand just touched her hand, he rushed into his arms.

"Uncle, I'm frozen to death. Help me block the wind."

Simuccio hugged her and turned around. His firm body helped her block the whirring north wind. He hung his eyelashes and helped her wrap the scarf around her neck.

He looked at the smiling wife in his arms, and the air blocking his chest suddenly dissipated. His low voice was blurred by the wind, but Qiao Mu still heard it clearly.

"Does the wife treat playing rogue as cooking?"

Uncle mu, his smile is still red. Look at her

Then he raised his hand and showed it to him.

Ximuqiao looked at the back of the white hand, and sure enough, it was red, but his eyes swept to the bag she was carrying in her hand. He said with a smile, "do you still hold the crab roe bag so tightly when your hand hurts?"

Qiao Mu smiled twice and put his hand down, "that's what, it's bad to waste food."

The weather was gloomy and windy. Simuccio looked at his wife's cold red nose. He was distressed. He untied his coat, hugged her in and picked her up.

Also step and kiss, not bumpy at all. Qiao Mu enjoys his warm arms and shrinks in his warm arms. He is obedient. His breath is all in the tuna room. It smells very good.

She suddenly found that, I don't know when, simuccio often held her like a child, so that she began to rely on his warm embrace.

Put her on the sofa. He turned and went to the kitchen. Aunt Wang was cooking soup. Seeing him come in, she narrowed her eyes with a smile and called Mr.

In the morning, after Qiao Mu's physical examination, Yuan Sufei called and asked about Qiao Mu's examination results. Knowing that Qiao Mu's palace was cold, she specially went to the drugstore to catch traditional Chinese medicine.

Some are used for medicine alone, and some are used for soup.

"The medicine has been put in. It's just on the table at dinner."

Simuccio nodded, smelled the smell of medicinal materials in the kitchen and frowned. When she drank chicken soup yesterday, because her mother was watching, she hardened her scalp and drank it.

"Aunt Wang, make more dishes your wife likes."

At dinner, Qiao muben didn't want to drink it. When she heard that the medicine in it was effective for Gong Han, she took up the bowl and drank it all at once. Xi Muqiao didn't force her, so she only drank one bowl.

When Qiao Mu frowned and aftertasted the strange taste in his mouth, ximuqiao handed the sugar to her mouth and she put his hand in his mouth.

The taste of sweet honey spread from her mouth, covering up the taste of medicinal materials. Her wrinkled little face also stretched out and smiled at him.

On the sofa, she leaned against ximuqiao and ate the fruit after dinner. After eating a few apples, ximuqiao asked Aunt Wang to take it away. Qiao Mu didn't want to, so he let her be honest in a word.

"You forget your palace is cold. It's cold. Eat less cold things."

She smashed her mouth and looked at the TV. "Uncle, let's discuss the concert."

"It's not time for Joe to rub her back lightly," Xi said

She asked, "when will it be?"

"When I was on the."