Chapter 160

Joe covered his face.

I'm so shy. I thought I'd throw myself into the net after taking off my clothes. I didn't expect the man to say it first.

When you are on the, listen. It really needs to be warm.

Xi Muqiao looked at his wife's white earlobes and gradually became charming. His eyes were dark and slightly raised his lips.

In the bathroom.

Qiaomu stood in front of the mirror and clenched her hands to cheer herself up. Since she asked others, she had to show full sincerity. Her sincerity was to try her best to seduce ximuqiao!

She blushed at the thought of applying the actions in so and so blockbusters she had seen before to simuccio.

Oh, my God, she's still pure. It's lucky she didn't get dyed by ximuqiao's big color jar, but she really can't do it.

She lingered for a long time before she came out around the little powder compensated by simuccio.

As soon as I came out, I saw a beautiful man lying in the bright red Dali. The quilt just covered the lower body, and the whole upper body leaked out.

She has no resistance to simuccio's strong muscles. His muscles are not as developed as muscle men. Every muscle is trained properly.

She sucked her saliva. I don't know how many red articles Aunt Wang had prepared. Anyway, since they came to live here until now, the style of single quilt has changed again, but the color has never changed.

On the bright red, simujo is looking through her mobile phone.

When he saw the chat records in the three cheap customers, he seduced the corners of his mouth. He didn't turn his head and hooked his hook finger at Qiao mu.

Qiaomu was afraid that the bath towel would fall down. She ran over with her chest, climbed up and knelt down, and showed her bright white teeth to simuqiao.

"What's the emperor's order?"

Simuccio squinted at her, who was drawing a wind, and asked, "is the old man good?"

Qiao Mu was stunned when asked, then nodded hurriedly and gave a thumbs up, "good, good, especially good!"

He played with his mobile phone, with a somewhat arrogant attitude of the emperor, "describe how a good method."

Qiao Mu put his hands on his legs and showed the most charming smile, "gentle, golden and handsome."

He gently raised his eyebrows, and his deep eyes stared at her little face for a moment, "Oh? What else? I'm satisfied. I'll let you go to the concert. "

Joe Mu gave him a white eye in his heart. The big pervert doesn't mean what he says. He agreed a few days ago.

She couldn't resist the temptation thrown out by the big pervert. After a little thinking, she opened her mouth, like saying a doggerel, "old men have three good things. They are gentle and gold, easy to push down, and the most important thing is to live well."

She thought proudly that few men in the world would resist this flattery, not to mention that for simuccio, this sentence seemed tailor-made for him.

It's just that she hasn't tried to push him down.

Seeing that the man was still staring at her so firmly, she tried to restrain her numb scalp and pretended to be shy, "emperor, is what my concubine said right?"

Xi Muqiao hooked up her bath towel with her long finger, with thousands of brilliance flowing in her eyes and a very handsome smile, "that's very right."

Eight in the morning.

Simuccio rubbed her soft hair and kissed her lips gently until she woke up.

Looking at Qiao Mu like a little pig, he arched around in the quilt. He had a shallow laugh and pulled her out of the quilt. "Madam, it's snowing outside."

Qiao Mu didn't respond. More than ten seconds later, she half opened her eyes, with a sharp voice and a little nasal sound.

"What are you talking about?"

Simuccio scraped her little nose and said again, "it's snowing."

Qiao Mu got up, jumped down and rushed to the French window.

She held the glass with one small hand and wiped the water mist on the glass with the other hand. When she saw a piece of silver wrapped outside, she screamed and jumped with joy like a child.

"How beautiful, uncle, it's really snowing!"

Simuccio took her back. "Get dressed quickly. Don't you want to make a snowman?"

Ignoring that the man was still here and didn't pinch, he took off his pajamas and dressed quickly. There was a silly smile on his exquisite little face and laughed from time to time.

Under the coercion of ximuqiao, Qiaomu was allowed to go out after drinking hot milk. At the entrance, ximuqiao took out a pair of wool gloves and a small red hat like a magic trick.

"Take it with you. Don't freeze it."

On weekdays, someone will clean the yard, but not today. Everywhere you see, there is a vast expanse of white, the snow is smooth, and there is not a footprint.

Qiao mumai opened her feet and left her first footprint in the yard. She opened her smile and ran out with a giggle.

The snow was still rustling and floating, very dense. Simuccio smiled and followed with a bucket and a small iron lift.

When he learned that there was heavy snow in recent days, he prepared all the things to make a snowman early and smiled for Mrs. Bo's comfort.

Qiaomu ran from here to there like a winding motor, and then ran back in circles.

Simuccio put things at his feet, picked up the SLR hanging around his neck, opened the lens, focused, and recorded every bit of the moment.

Stepping on the snow, she made a creaking sound. Qiao Mu stopped to breathe, and then smiled and lay in the snow. In a moment, she was pulled up by her big hand.

Simuccio patted the snow on her and scolded, "what's crazy? It's so cold underground. Make me an honest snowman, or go back to the house!"

Qiao Mu threw up his tongue at him and looked naughty. "Uncle, I'm too excited. You know, I like winter and spring best. There is snow in winter and cherry blossoms in spring."

Let Joe roll down her hand and let her hold the snowball.

In my impression, the last time I made a snowman, when Xiao Yan and Yan were five years old, they were too small to make it, so they stood in the yard and cried.

At that time, he was eleven years old and his family was still very happy. Under the leadership of Xi Lu, he and eight year old muche piled dozens of snowmen, large and small, in the yard of Xi's old house all morning.

When ximuqiao came back with a big snowball, Qiaomu rolled a small one and couldn't be happy for him.

Knowing that she must be impatient, simuccio smiled and took the snowball from her hand, installed it on the big snowball, then found the art knife from the bucket and began to trim it bit by bit.

The wind and snow hit Qiao Mu's face, but she didn't feel cold at all. Instead, her body radiated warmth from the inside out.

She looked at simuccio squatting on the ground. A thin layer of snowflakes had fallen on his shoulders and black hair. Snowflakes fell on his eyelashes and soon turned into a drop of water. They hung on his thick eyelashes and trembled with his blinking action.