Chapter 188

Seeing that Xi Muqiao's face began to look ugly again, Qiao Mu almost wanted to slap himself.

Shit, little bitch, if you don't kill yourself, will you die?

Looking at Xi Muqiao's cold, thin and dangerous eyes, Qiao Mu touched his nose and smiled twice. His small eyes floated and floated, but he didn't dare to look at him.

"What, uncle, I don't mean that. I haven't finished that. Doesn't it mean that a man is 40 years old and a flower? You're only 31 years old now, and you're still in bud..."

Simujo looked at her eyes and sneered at the corners of her mouth to see what else she could make up.

"Uncle, although you are already 31 years old, your appearance is still in your early twenties. When I first saw you, I thought you were only 20 years old. Hey, hey, hey."

Simuccio sniffed, refused to accept her flattery, and retorted, "who was an old man and an old bastard When I first met?"

Joe Mu's flattering smile stiffened, and his heart began to cry. How can this man have such a good memory? He has remembered so clearly for so long.

"Uncle, I was young at that time. I had eyes and didn't know gold and jade. I didn't speak with my head. Just fart what I said at that time!"

Joe Mu took his big hand and swayed around pleasantly.

Simuccio squinted at her, and the sneer at the corners of his lips gradually turned into a thin smile.

He leaned back in his chair, casual and lazy, "madam, how can you be sure that you can get the result you want every time you act like a spoiled child?"

Joe Mu looked at him with big black and white eyes, "... I'm not sure."

"Then why use these old tricks?"

"Because if I don't use it, it must be a dead end. If I use it, there may be a way to live."

Ximuqiao's thin smile on his lips turned into a sneer. He threw her small hand and pinched Qiao Mu's small waist with his big palm, some gnashing teeth.

"You have studied it very thoroughly."

Qiao Mu was a nervous man. She touched her head, "thank you."

"Praise you for your big head. Come down and take you around every department to see your husband's working environment. As the president's wife, you can also get to know your own employees."

"Uncle, please forgive me. My lame ugly appearance will humiliate you. By the way, I brought lunch. You can eat it while it's hot. It's all your favorite."

Qiao Mu quickly turned his head, took the heat preservation bucket from one side and politely sent it to him.

"Did Aunt Wang do it?"

"Yes, yes."

Xi Muqiao frowned, "hehe, you come to make amends and take the food cooked by others. Madam, why are you so thick skinned."

Joe Mu blushed and thought carefully. It seemed like such a thing. He really didn't have any sincerity to do so.

She said, "I hurt my foot, or I'll do it for you."

"Are you sure?"

"... be sure..."

Simuccio looked at her embarrassed appearance, stopped teasing her, took her down from the desk and let her sit on her lap. He missed her for a few days.

When simukio was eating, Joe looked at her and swallowed. Simukio heard the loud voice, and he turned to look at her.

"No lunch?"

Qiao Mu smiled, "eat, eat."

Gulu——

The belly screamed and Joe was embarrassed.

Don't you want to lose face like this? As soon as she finished, she took down the platform she had just set up.

"Joe's eyes drooped like water and said with a smile."

He held broccoli to her mouth and said, "eat."

Qiao Mu took a mouthful into his mouth and was about to fly. Bai Nen's small hand pointed to another white cut chicken and said, "uncle, I want to eat meat."

Simuccio, "..."

Fortunately, Aunt Wang prepared enough. When Qiao Mu didn't let go of her belly, the two just had enough. After eating, ximuqiao took her and slipped away in the office for a meal.

Joe Mu had the illusion that he was holding her like a dog

After slipping for more than ten minutes, simuccio picked her up and walked towards the lounge.

He rubbed the tip of his nose. "Do you want me these days?"

Joe Mu raised his hand around his neck and said firmly, "I want to."

This sentence is really not mixed with a little false. It's true. These days, simuqiao ignored him. She couldn't see him again. She missed him badly.

Ximuqiao gave a faint, um, and couldn't hear any emotion, but Qiao Mu could feel from his dense kiss that uncle also missed himself, didn't he?

One thing, Qiao Mu held it all noon. She decided to ask, "uncle, where did you live last night?"

Simuccio's hot thin lips pressed against her ears and said faintly, "guess?"

Joe Mu made a white eye. Nonsense. If I can guess, I'll ask you!

"I can't guess."

"Do you believe me if I said I found a woman to spend the spring night last night?"

"Don't believe it!"

Simuccio smiled and lifted up the bangs on her forehead. "Madam is so confident in me?"

Joe Muli nodded of course, and his smart big eyes looked at him for a moment, "why don't you have confidence? Didn't you say that you didn't respond to other women except me?"

Simuccio choked and carefully avoided her injured foot to prevent himself from pressing her.

"Qiao mu, why do you remember such a thing so clearly, huh? I told you not to poke things all day. Why can't you remember? "

With that, simuccio lowered his body and faced her face to face. The radian of the corners of his lips continued to expand, and there was drama abuse in his eyes.

"Or have you coveted me for a long time?"

Joe Mu suddenly stared at him. What coveted him for a long time. Where did he get his confidence!

Just a few seconds after the idea came out, she was in the center of simujo's burning eyes. What, she admitted, she did have a little idea.

But she swore that she only coveted his beautiful tendon and flesh, and she absolutely didn't want anything!

Simuccio kissed her nose and said slowly, "don't explain. Explanation is disguise. Disguise is fact. I understand."

Joe Mu looked at his handsome face close at hand and wanted to cry without tears. Mom, I don't understand. What do you know!

He whispered, "madam, after the new year, shall I take you out for your honeymoon?"

Uh, honeymoon?

"We just got a marriage certificate. What honeymoon?"

Simuccio pinched her face. "Isn't getting a marriage certificate a marriage? Who told you that you must hold a wedding before you can spend your honeymoon?"

With that, simuccio gently glanced, "when you want to open up and dare to stand beside me openly, we'll hold the wedding again."