Chapter 173

Wash with him?

Joe Mu shook his head like a rattle. Washing with him would inevitably be taken advantage of by him. It would take a long time.

The key is to wash together. How can she take pictures when he comes out of the bathroom!

She gave him the bath towel in her arms, pushed his arm and urged, "uncle, go and wash it. It's more than ten o'clock. Don't waste time!"

Simuccio raised his eyebrows. "What a waste of time?"

"No, nothing. I mean, it's so late. You should wash and go to bed quickly."

Simukio glanced at her deeply, didn't speak, turned and went to the bathroom. Qiaomu looked at his great figure and breathed a long breath.

More than 20 minutes later, under the call of Qiao mu, the beautiful man finally took a bath.

She pretended to play with her mobile phone, but in fact, the camera aimed at him, snapped, threw the mobile phone, politely took the towel in his hand and helped him wipe his hair.

"Uncle, you're out."

Simuccio sat in a rocking chair and let her brush her hair.

Qiao Mu stood behind him, condescending, and looked at his muscular lines all over, but he felt more and more excited. Is this man's body swollen? He can be so great.

Strong chest muscles, eight bulging abdominal muscles, perfect Mermaid line, and then down, forehead, surrounded by bath towels, I can't see it.

Simuccio looked at his manicured nails. "Why is your wife so enthusiastic tonight? Did you do something sorry for me?"

"No, no, uncle, you know, I'm good."

Simuccio smiled and asked again, "really not?"

"Really... No."

Simukio suddenly got up and turned to the bathroom. Joe bathed behind him and waved a small towel. "Uncle, I haven't finished wiping my hair!"

The man didn't answer. Not much. There was the sound of a hair dryer in the bathroom.

Joe Mu is wringing a small towel. Why does she think uncle is suddenly angry?

And what did he mean by asking himself that? Did you know she sold his photos?

No, if Uncle knows, with his temperament, he will never spare himself. He will beat him first and then stand in the corner.

No more thinking, she ran to pick up her cell phone and looked at the photos just taken.

The photos are all taken by simuccio from just out of the bathroom. Fortunately, he has a variety of movements and can't help it. She can only take them to this extent.

Pick out ten photos of different angles and actions and send them to me. It's simuqiao, the buyer. Qiao Mu threw his mobile phone aside and waited for the buyer to reply.

After simukio got on, he stretched out his long legs, pushed her ass with his big feet, pushed her to the side, and said disgustingly, "go take a bath."

With that, he stretched his arms and took the mobile phone on the cabinet.

A moment later, he lifted his lips high, glanced at the bathroom like a smile, then threw his mobile phone, turned off the lights and went to bed.

In the next few days, Qiaomu's business was almost contracted by the man named ximuqiao. The price went higher and higher, from 300000 at the beginning to 450000 now.

Joe Mu's collection of money is going crazy.

She never thought that she would get rich by selling simuccio's photos.

Another day, I sent a message from simuccio.

"One hundred and one thousand photos of simuccio."

Qiao Mu only moved for a second, and then refused.

I'm kidding. Anyway, simuccio is her husband. It's too much for her to sell his photos. How can she let others see her husband!

The message from there, angry Qiao Mu almost dropped his cell phone.

"Either give me a picture of simuccio, or I'll expose you. I believe simuccio must be very interested in the people who sell his photos."

Joe's face flushed and gasped. He was really shameless. He sold himself in trouble with her!

If he really exposed himself to simuccio, she would not be able to run away. Although he sold it online, uncle can find out it's her as long as he wants to check it.

She began to be afraid. If simuccio knew her behavior, he would kill her, whining.

She really felt what it was like to go from heaven to hell.

Qin Zhan was absent-minded during the afternoon's practice. Qin Zhan also saw that she was not in a high mood. He thought she was uncomfortable and asked her to go home early to have a rest.

After returning home, she locked herself in her bedroom and was nervous. Finally, she decided to take the initiative to confess to simuccio. What did she say.

Be lenient when you confess and strict when you resist.

I hope simuccio will be lenient and lenient when he knows.

Until dinner time, simuccio didn't come back. She took out her mobile phone and dialed him, but there was a hint that the other party couldn't answer for the time being.

The already tense heart is even more restless. Uncle has never stopped answering his phone. Has that man already exposed her to uncle?

No, no, if you expose her, uncle will come back and clean her up immediately.

Aunt Wang came out of the kitchen. "Madam, Mr. Lin's assistant called back earlier and said that Mr. Wang had dinner tonight and asked his wife not to wait for him."

Hearing the speech, Qiao Mu's tight heart was half loose.

Aunt Wang did a lot of things she loved to eat, but she had something in her heart. No matter how delicious it was, it was like chewing wax. Finally, she put down her chopsticks, picked up the bowl of medicinal diet to regulate Gong Han and drank it.

Aunt Wang frowned as she watched. She asked with concern, "is your wife sick and eating so little?"

Qiao Mu looked at her listlessly and pursed his lips. "Aunt Wang, I'm fine. You said if I did something wrong, how would uncle punish me?"

Aunt Wang smiled and said, "Sir, I can't bear to punish my wife."

"But if I made a serious mistake, would he hit me?"

"That won't happen. Although our husband is usually cold and angry, he has never been beaten. Has his wife made a mistake?"

Joe Mu gestured his little finger, a little guilty, "a little."

At ten o'clock in the evening, simuccio came back.

Hearing the sound, Qiao mu, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up from the sofa, ran to take his coat and scarf, hung it up, leaned over, took out his slippers and put them at Xi Muqiao's feet.

Simuccio was not surprised by her series of actions. He rubbed her soft hair. "My wife is so good."

Qiao Mu wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh. She hurried to the kitchen.

"Uncle, have you had dinner? I'll heat up the dishes for you."

"Yes."

Joe Mu stopped running to the kitchen and turned around, "well, I'll make coffee for you."

Simujo nodded in silence.

Five minutes later, after Joe Mu delivered the coffee to simuccio, he put his hands on his belly and stood upright, like a little maid waiting for instructions.

"Uncle, please taste it."

Simuccio stirred the coffee gently and took a sip. He looked up at the expectant little face and hooked his fingers at her.