Chapter 180

Joe's face will rise if he wants to be a pervert.

What is an inch? Look at simuccio! What is shameless? Look at simuccio again!

"Simuccio, don't go too far. We are husband and wife at least. It's shameless to ask you to help bring signatures and photos. You have to talk about conditions!"

Qiao Mu pouted and pulled hard at the leather seat. If she had a knife in her hand, she would not hesitate to cut his Italian handmade leather seat!

Simuccio seemed to hear something funny. He smiled low and dumb. His long finger gently tapped the steering wheel and made a clatter sound.

"My wife just said that we are husband and wife. Since we are husband and wife, it's not too much to ask for some small interests in husband and wife's life?"

Qiao Mu was defeated. He wanted to reason with him and convince people with virtue. Unexpectedly, he fell into the pit he dug.

Back to Linlang bay villa, she simply explained to Aunt Wang. Xi Muqiao directly dragged Qiao Mu upstairs.

As soon as the door was closed, ximuqiao was as crazy as crazy. He directly put Qiaomu on the carpet, and his hot big hand slowly climbed up from her warm waist.

Qiao Mu was like a dying rain, panting heavily. She didn't understand why she didn't touch her for so long, but it was like crazy to touch her, which made her palpitate wildly.

At the critical moment, Qiao Mu shouted, "uncle, measures."

Ximuqiao looked at her for a few seconds and turned down. He opened the cabinet and took out a small box. The next second he picked his eyebrows and turned to Qiaomu and buckled the box.

Qiao Mu's expression was stiff, his small mouth was shriveled, and his heart was filled with grief.

Simuccio leaned over and held her up. His black eyes were shining and pointed to his lower body. "Madam, I've been like this. I'm sure I can't get out."

Joe Mu covered his face and sighed. It must be unrealistic to let him go out to buy it now. It's a pity not to do it because of such a good opportunity tonight, but what about the swelling of the wooden condom!

Half a ring, she put her hand down, "you, you come."

Her palace is cold and the probability of suffering is low. In addition, her great aunt will come soon, the probability is lower.

So, should it be all right?

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Qiaomu kept her promise until more than two o'clock in the morning. Ximuqiao turned her over like a salted fish and fried it all over.

At more than five o'clock in the morning, after Qiao Mu went to the bathroom, his mouth was dry and he poured a glass of water on his way.

Although the probability of thinking about pregnancy was low, she was still worried. She was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. After thinking about it, she tiptoed out of her schoolbag.

She looked at the plate to avoid medicine. There were two pills missing. She also knew that it would be bad if she ate too much. Thinking of her own Gong Han, she stared at the tablets in her hand and hesitated.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly a voice came from behind, which made Qiao Mu tremble, and the plate of medicine in his hand fell directly to the ground.

As soon as her back stiffened, she quickly bent down to pick it up.

But it was a step too late. A big hand with distinct bones picked up the medicine first.

Her heart clicked, her mind exploded, and her face turned white in an instant.

Because Qiaomu has night blindness, when she has a rest at night, ximuqiao will turn on two sleep lights. One is that she is afraid of the dark, and the other is to prevent accidents when she gets up at night.

When the light was dim, simuccio still saw the words on the back of the plate of medicine.

The word "avoid medicine" was like a heavy hammer. It deeply pierced into his eyes and hit him hard in his heart. It made him look like Venus and dizzy.

But when he saw that there were three empty pills, his heart suddenly cooled down.

His eyelashes trembled, his big white hand reached out to Qiao mu, and his voice was ethereal. In this silent night, some were scattered and some were untrue.

Qiao Mu slowly raised his little hand, spread out his palm and put the avoidance medicine in his heart.

Ximuqiao took it and turned into the bathroom. Qiaomu grabbed his hair in frustration. If he didn't die, he wouldn't die. It's really over this time.

In the bathroom, simuccio stood in front of the toilet, slightly trembled his hands, pulled out the medicine one by one, threw it into the toilet, and then rushed down.

His hands hung weakly on his side, his eyes drooped, and his eyelashes left shallow dark marks in his deep eye sockets. As the tablets were washed down, his tight corners of his eyes suddenly turned red.

Qiao Mu turned her head and looked at the bathroom. She stood still and didn't dare to move. She pursed her lips. She knew that uncle was angry.

More than ten minutes later, Qiao Mu's legs began to numb, and Xi Muqiao finally came out.

She wanted to call uncle, but before she spoke, the man took her hand and walked to the side.

He didn't look at her, only a light voice that couldn't hear a trace of emotion floating, "I don't want to speak frankly. Why do I spoil myself like this?"

Joe Mu looked at his cold side face, his lips wriggled, and didn't say anything after all.

He still held her to sleep, as before, Joe bathed in his arms and dared not move, even if she was uncomfortable in this position.

He didn't show anger. Some were just pale expressions and voices, but she just knew that he was angry.

She doesn't know how to explain. Maybe not saying anything is the best solution.

A man's steady breathing sound came from above, with a strong hypnotic breath, like a soft feather, which seemed to sweep through her disordered heart.

When her breathing was gradually stable, the man slowly opened his eyes. There was a soft orange warm light in Obsidian's eyes, but he couldn't change the gloom in his eyes.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Qiao Mu woke up and looked to his side. It was already empty. He reached out and touched it. It was cold.

She straightened out her body for ten minutes and washed and dressed.

Before the dinner table, Qiao Mu looked around and didn't see simuqiao. She asked, "Aunt Wang, my uncle."

"My husband went to work and left at seven. He didn't eat breakfast."

Joe Mu sighed low and didn't know what to eat. The sandwich he had killed in the past few minutes was pinched in his hand for ten minutes and just chewed a corner.

Uncle must be very angry. In the past, no matter how early he went out, he either left her a note or sent her a text message to explain, but this time he left without saying anything.

She was at a loss and didn't know how to coax him. This time, she didn't act like a spoiled girl like before. What's more, now she has no face to act like a spoiled girl to him.

After half a sandwich, bacon and half a glass of milk, she left the table, said goodbye to Aunt Wang and went out with her schoolbag.

General conference room of Xi's group.

Simuccio was rarely angry at the regular morning meeting. His anger was not small and affected less than half of the senior management.

Bang——

He threw the folder on the conference table, his face was cold, his cold eyes were like a sweep, and slowly swept through the crowd.