Chapter 183

"I don't know. Mr. didn't say. Don't worry, madam. I won't come back later. I'll call and ask."

After returning to the room, Aunt Wang wanted to help her take a bath. She blushed and refused to let her go.

After holding it for several days, Xi Muqiao was so crazy last night that he left traces all over her, even on the inner side of her thigh. She didn't have that face to show Aunt Wang her kiss marks.

"Aunt Wang, please hurry. I'm fine. I can do it myself. There are stools in the bathroom. It's fine."

Aunt Wang looked at her wife's red face and suddenly realized that her husband and wife were tired of being together all day. They had such a good relationship, young and energetic. It was normal for such a thing to happen.

"Then I'll watch outside. Madam, if you have something to do, you must call me."

Qiao Mu nodded and looked at Aunt Wang. After she went out, she locked the bathroom door, pulled over the stool and began to take off her clothes.

She stood in front of the mirror, looked at her traces and sighed heavily.

She did all this. Originally, she had such a good relationship with uncle and uncle spoiled himself because he was confused.

She had read in books before. Most of the men who like to leave traces in love are very possessive and overbearing. Simuqiao just agreed with them.

After taking a hasty shower and putting on her nightgown, she slowly jumped out holding the wall. Although her feet and wrists still hurt, they were still within her tolerance.

Back to the side, she picked up the clothes found by Aunt Wang and changed them. She sat down on the ground, panting.

"Aunt Wang, I've finished washing. Go and be busy."

Aunt Wang answered, gave a few instructions for attention, and then went downstairs.

When Aunt Wang came downstairs, simuqiao had just returned. She quickly met him and took his clothes and scarf.

"Have you had dinner, sir? My wife has just finished and the food is still hot."

"Auntie Wang, you can loosen the buttons on my shirt and have a rest."

Aunt Wang knew simuccio very well. He said he would not let others intervene if he came by himself.

Aunt Wang nodded, "Sir, please call me. My wife has just taken a bath. The one lying on the floor is swollen."

Simuccio's eyes moved, nodded and signaled that he knew. He turned and walked towards the living room. As he walked, he asked, "where's my wife's medicine?"

"It's on the head cabinet in your bedroom."

After Aunt Wang left, simuccio sat on the sofa and pressed the remote control bored. Finally, he threw the remote control on the sofa, took out a cigarette from under the tea table, popped one out and took it into his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes and smoked. His mind was wandering. Except for occasionally reaching out to flick cigarette ash, he remained in a position for the rest of the time.

I don't know how long later, when simuccio reached out for cigarettes again, he found that a box of cigarettes had been smoked out and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.

He was not addicted to smoking. He smoked so much at once. His throat was dry and his chest was uncomfortable. He frowned and took up a water cup to moisten his throat.

He chuckled that he could smoke to relieve his worries.

He raised his eyes to the stairs and frowned. He didn't know what he was thinking.

To tell the truth, I had planned not to go home tonight, but Aunt Wang called and said that his wife sprained her foot, which was very serious. He had the impulse to go home at that time. He carried all the car keys in his hand, walked to the door and turned back.

He was still angry and didn't want to see her, but he was worried about her foot injury. Ximuqiao felt very bent. He wanted to see her and didn't want to see her.

It feels so bad. It's the first time that he can't make up his mind to swing from side to side.

After drinking a cup of water, my throat was still dry, and my heart began to be anxious.

He looked down at his watch. It was nine fifty.

After calculation, my wife hasn't slept yet. It's estimated that she brushes microblog or circle of friends with her mobile phone.

It's really boring. He turned out Qiao Mu's snacks from the drawer at the bottom of the coffee table. He asked people to send them regularly. He was afraid that his wife would be too bored at home and let her pass the time.

It was so kind to her that she had the courage to pierce the sky.

He tore open a bag of Bigan fruit and ate it. He seldom ate these things. Usually, when his wife leaned in his arms and watched TV, she would occasionally put some into his mouth.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the tea table was full of packing bags and nut skins. He threw the last Macadamia fruit into his mouth, looked at the mess on the table and raised his eyebrows.

From today on, all the snacks, seasonal fruits and all kinds of fresh gadgets in the family will be stopped.

He was so angry that she didn't tell her clearly that she didn't want children and took evasive drugs.

If she used to eat it, but last night, when she knew her palace was cold and knew that she had eaten it twice in recent months, she dared to take avoidance medicine.

If he remembers correctly, tomorrow is the time for her to come to her holiday, that is to say, she is safe in recent days. In this case, even if he doesn't take measures, he won't be pregnant.

But she still has to take avoidance medicine. Doesn't it mean that she wants to choke off any chance to conceive!

At half past eleven, simuccio got up and went upstairs. At this time, his wife should sleep like a dead pig.

He opened the door gently and closed it gently. Although Xi Muqiao's face was cold, his eyes were uncontrollably soft.

The light was not turned off in the bedroom. The man was already asleep, but he was not lying flat, but half sitting with his head tilted. This posture looked very twisted.

Ximuqiao walked to the side and touched her little hand. Although the heating was sufficient, her little hand was still cold. Ximuqiao frowned.

Gently pick her up, lay her flat, cover the quilt, tuck in the corner, and then get up.

He stood in front, his hands copied his pockets, and looked down at the small face with a slap in the face.

Sleeping Qiao Mu looks very clever. His thick eyelashes flutter quietly in his eyes. It's quiet and peaceful. It's hard to imagine that this little thing is a troublemaker.

For a moment, simuccio took the medicine from the cupboard, bent down and sat down, opened a corner of the quilt, and gently held out the swollen little foot.

The skin of small things is particularly white, and the small feet are as white as jade. The toes are very cute, and the light red capillaries can be seen in the tender instep.

He easily wrapped her little foot in his palm with a big hand, and his sight moved up. His ankle was really swollen.

Simuccio frowned and looked at the red and swollen area, gently pursed his lips, and his face was not very good-looking.

Although still angry with him, it's really distressing.

Afraid that the medicine was too cold to wake her up, he held the small medicine bottle in his hand and sprayed it on the swelling after the medicine was warm.

After spraying, the little foot in the palm shrunk sharply.