Chapter 228

Qiao Mu completely forgot his words and focused on the durian taken away by the man.

"My durian, uncle, what do you do with my Durian? Don't throw it away. Throw it away with me!"

Jingqian's children were also worried. Their eyebrows broke and they twisted their little body, "uncle, durian!"

Qiao Mu chased him out of the car and saw that the man stuffed his things into the trunk. It was a sigh of relief. It didn't matter where he put them. The important thing was to get home safely.

After Xi Muqiao got on the bus, he lowered all the windows. The warm carriage was invaded by the cold wind. Qiao Mu and Jing Qian shivered together.

Joe Mu shivered coldly and shrunk his neck to go up the window. When he was stared by the man, his little claw retracted angrily again.

She sniffed. "Don't you feel a little cold, uncle?"

Simuccio looked at him coldly and said coldly, "I'd rather freeze to death than be smoked by the smell of rotten eggs."

Qiao Mu wrinkled his small nose and sniffed, squinting at him discontentedly, "no, it's very fragrant. You say, how can there be such delicious fruit in the world that is better than meat, right, Jing Qian?"

Jing Qian couldn't understand what he said to his aunt, but he heard durian and heard his aunt ask him if he was right. Then he nodded his little head and made a loud voice.

"Yes!"

Joe suddenly rubbed his hands. He was very satisfied.

She stretched out her hand to poke simuccio. Her white little hand pointed at the man's strong forearm. Simuccio didn't understand and didn't itch, so she ignored her.

She looked indignant, "uncle, close the window quickly and freeze to death. If Jing Qian and I catch a cold, we'll call Mom and kill you!"

Simuccio turned his head and looked at her. A faint light flashed in his black eyes and the arc of his lips. How strange!

Up the window, he turned on the heating to the maximum, took Qiao Mu's hand and rubbed it gently.

Qiao Mu just remembered that Lu yingbai kissed this hand in the mall just now. At the thought of Xi Muqiao's attitude towards Lu yingbai, Qiao Mu felt some egg pain.

She deliberately wanted to disgust ximuqiao. "Uncle, Lu yingbai kissed me."

Xi Muqiao suddenly turned his head. The cold air gradually filled his black eyes, and his eyes were sharp inch by inch. The air conditioner came around. Qiao mu, who had been warm, shivered again.

！ Good. The man is angry. What he wants is this effect.

She laughed and scratched her hair. She looked silly, "... The back of my hand. I didn't finish just now. He kissed the back of my hand."

The man's voice was very low and deep, as if it came from under the ground, with a trace of cold, "that hand?"

Joe Mu raised his chin

, quite a bit of schadenfreude, "here is the one you hold."

At the next moment, ximuqiao raised his hand. Qiaomu thought the man was going to hit her. The other hand protected his face and screamed and closed his eyes, "ah, you can't hit me. No matter what I do, I didn't let him kiss, I'm also a victim!"

A few seconds later, the slap didn't fall on her face, but there was a strange touch on the back of her hand. When she opened her eyes and looked, she saw the man's broken eyebrow wiping the back of her hand.

At the next moment, Qiao Mu screamed, "it hurts. Slow down. You've wiped bald skin!"

Smelling the speech, the man's wiping power is less.

"Why did he kiss you?"

Qiao Mu looked at the back of some red hands and pouted unhappily, "didn't he tell you that he liked me, fell in love with me at first sight, and said..."

Bang——

"Ah, ximuqiao, why did you hit me? Your domestic violence. I'll go to the women's Federation to sue you, let you go to the newspaper, let your stock plummet and damage your reputation!"

Joe Mu rubbed his head and glared at him, his eyes red.

Is this man's finger made of iron? It really hurts!

His thin lips pursed into a straight line, his dark eyes swirled deeply, a sharp touch hidden in his eyebrows, and his words also hidden a murderous opportunity.

"You let him kiss you when he kisses you? Joe mu, are you stupid? Your cat claws, your Yin feet, why didn't you use the way you used to deal with me! "

Qiao Mu hugged his head, looked at the man who was already on the edge of the rampage, blinked his big eyes and said pitifully, "I was covered at that time. I didn't remember, but it was an accident. At the beginning, he shook hands. Unexpectedly, he suddenly kissed."

The air pressure around simuccio began to decrease. Even Jing Qian in the back seat felt his uncle's displeasure and shrunk his head with a new toy.

"Stay away from that man in the future!"

"Uncle, I know. You say that a man with outstanding temperament has such frivolous behavior. How can Jingqian be regarded as the godfather by his words."

Simuccio, with a gloomy face, started the car without saying a word, stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove out like an arrow.

Linlang Bay.

In the bathroom, Joe was crying.

"Uncle Da, don't wash it. It really peels off when you wash it again. Sobbing."

Ten minutes later, Qiao Mu held his little paw and wanted to cry without tears. The skin on his hand was wrinkled by blisters. The back of his hand was red!

In the living room, Xi Muqiao watched TV with Jing Qian in his arms and fiddled with the car in his hand.

As soon as Qiao Mu entered the living room, he was shocked by the warm scene in front of him.

This is something she never knew. Xi Muqiao is very patient with children. Jing Qian wants to eat oranges, peel them and drink water. He puts a paper towel in the child's neck. Jing Qian won't deform the car. He teaches him carefully.

At the moment, there is not news on TV, but children's favorite cartoon, the haunt of bears.

Jing Qian pointed to the TV screen and said something in his ear. He bowed his head slightly, the anger on his face was replaced by softness, and the radian of the corners of his lips was shallow.

Simuccio at the moment is like a father playing with his children.

"Uncle, I don't want to sit in a wheelchair. I'm really like a disabled person. When I go out, people look at me differently. They have a low self-esteem."

Simuccio drooped his eyelids, looked at the car in his hand, and said faintly, "you are a disabled person now."

Joe Mu really wants to kill himself. The man's mouth is so poisonous. The needle sees blood. People don't want to say a second word to him.

She was angry. "I don't care. I don't want a wheelchair. Just give me a crutch."

The man's cold eyes fell on her for a few seconds, and then moved back. His words made Qiao Mu's blood attack his heart, and he just wanted to vomit blood for three liters.

"If you use a crutch, it means you are disabled."

She raised her hand and covered her heart. If Jing Qian hadn't been there, she was afraid to teach a bad child. She didn't dare to raise her middle finger to him in the open, but gave him a middle finger in her heart.

Yaya, bah, I really want to kill you with a knife!

If Qiao Mu is not lame, he must rush up and fight with the man. Even if he can't take advantage of it, he will leave her claw prints on his smelly skin face!

The little woman was very angry, "simuccio, why don't I like talking to you so much!"

Xi Muqiao snorted coldly and glanced at her faintly, "didn't you come to talk to me on your own initiative? Did I speak to you on my own initiative with a shy face?"

Qiao mu... Pawn.

After lunch, Qiao Mu will give Jing Qian a bath.

Although there are many radiators installed at home, it is eighteen thousand miles worse than the automatic temperature regulating floor heating in Linlang Bay.

Adults can take a bath, but children have poor resistance. Qiao Mu is afraid that Jing Qian will catch a cold. He only wiped his body with a towel these two days.

Jing Qian stood by the bed, wrinkled his face and tried to take off his pants. His clumsy little appearance was like a panda. He was so cute!

Qiao Mu covered his mouth and snickered. Under Jing Qian's pouting and dissatisfied eyes, he hurried forward, "well, aunt doesn't laugh. Take off your clothes and wash it for Jing Qian and go to bed."

He took off his pants and took off his underwear. Before his hand touched the edge of his pants, he was pushed out by simuccio.

"Men bathe, women avoid!"

Qiao Mu gasped, "Mom, Jing Qian is still young. Roar, why don't you let me avoid when you take a bath and have the cheek to let me wash with you?"

Xi Muqiao looked at her condescending, slightly hooked one lip corner, smiled evil, and his long finger slowly crossed Qiao Mu's shoulder with a slightly provocative action, which instantly caused a goose bumps.

"My wife really wants to take a bath with me?"

Qiao Mu sneered with disdain on his face and patted the big hand on her shoulder "... I don't want to. I'm rotten. There are those supermodels that look good. I don't disdain to see yours!"

Simuccio narrows his eyes dangerously. Is he in bad shape? Supermodel? Disdain to see?

Good!

Simuccio stretched out his long arm, clamped Jing Qian under his arm like a bag, and walked towards the bathroom.

The bathtub is very large. For Jing Qian, it is a small swimming pool. The children are very happy. They are waiting for the little fat legs to swim around. The whole bathroom is full of children's laughter.

Simuccio, with his arms around the moon, leaned against the door frame and looked at it. The corners of his lips were unknowingly high.

The little guy was wet and lying on the edge of the bathtub. His big eyes were black and bright after washing. "Uncle, the bathtub is so big. Jing Qian's family is very small."

The man smiled softly, "well, Jingqian won't use a small bathtub in the future. My uncle will give you a small swimming pool."

Hearing the speech, the little guy splashed the water. When he was happy, he talked more.

"The children are very bad. They laugh Jingqian. Mommy will cry when she hears it."

Simuccio frowned slightly, his arms hanging naturally on his side, "what do they laugh at you?"

"I said daddy went to outer space to save the earth. They laughed and said Jing Qian had no daddy."

The wrinkles between simuccio's eyebrows were deep, and the corners of his eyes were tight. He looked at the little child, his lips wriggled for a while, but he didn't say anything.

"Uncle, I have a father, don't I?"

Simuccio was silent for a moment. He couldn't bear the little guy's wet, dark and clear eyes full of expectation. After all, he nodded, "yes."

After taking a bath, he wrapped the little guy tightly and dried his hair. Then he put the little guy on the bed.

Simuccio looked at the thin diapers in his hand, read the instructions, and soon put them on for the little guy.

He glanced. "I'm three years old. Why do I wear this?"

Jing Qian yawned and rubbed his eyes with the back of his small hand. He began to feel sleepy, "Mommy asked me to wear it."

The child's biological clock is very punctual. Before 12:30, he has gone to sleep.

Simuccio copied his pocket and looked at the small lump under the quilt. He was silent for a while, turned around, gently went out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Dial the left array, "how's it going?"

"No progress has been made. The survey shows that three years ago, Miss Mu Yan had the most contact with male classmates, and there were no strange men around her."

Simuccio was silent, raised his eyes, his black eyes suddenly became cold, and his thin lips spit out two cold words, "check again!"

As long as this man really exists, there must be traces of his life. He doesn't believe it and can't find this bastard!

After standing for a moment, he entered the guest room.

Qiao Mu was lying on the bed playing games. The man's hot palm stuck to her back waist. Her hand shook and clicked the wrong place. The screen screamed and bloody.

She hung up.

When she threw the cell phone away, she shouted angrily, "simukio, why are you so bad!"

Before the words fell, the man pressed on her back, and Qiao Mu immediately felt a large piece of the bed sinking down.

"Simuccio, you give it to me, get down and die again!"

The man was silent and kissed her gently on the back of her neck. Qiao Mu felt something dangerous on her back and didn't dare to move. He let the man eat tofu.

For a moment, the hot thin lips left. Before Qiao Mu could breathe a sigh of relief, he just felt that his shoulders were cold and his clothes were dragged down by the man.

"Simuccio, you..."

"Shh!"

Looking at the white and round skin, Xi Muqiao's eyes were deep, and his hot thin lips came up and nibbled carefully.

The feeling of crispness spread from the shoulder to the whole body in an instant. Qiao Mu was soft and clenched his teeth to prevent the shy voice from overflowing.

"Ximuqiao, you go down quickly. It's not safe for Jing Qian to stay alone in the bedroom!"

The man behind him didn't speak, just told her the answer with action.

Joe had a flash of light and blurted out, "I, I haven't had a bath in two days. It stinks!"

Thinking of this man's obsession with cleanliness, he would dislike it. Unexpectedly, he picked her up around her waist and walked towards the bathroom.

"Just in time, I need a bath, too."

Joe Mu had an impulse to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Forty minutes later, ximuqiao took Qiaomu out, put it on the bed and turned over.

Qiao Mu's hands blocked the fierce moon. His cheeks flushed and his voice was soft. With a unique charm, Xi Muqiao's lower abdomen swelled unceasingly.

"Don't come again. I have to go home this afternoon!"

Simuccio's eyes were tight and red. He looked at her for a moment. The action in the quilt was deeper, "it's still early from four o'clock."

“……”

At two o'clock, it was estimated that Jing Qian should wake up. Xi Muqiao called Aunt Wang and asked her to take care of the child, and then hung her head to stop the little woman's chattering red lips.

At three o'clock, Qiao Mu lay on the bed, lying on the ceiling, panting, his legs trembling.

She turned to look at the man's exquisite side face and asked softly, "simuccio, do you know what day it is today?"

"New Year's Eve."

Joe Mu's eyes dimmed a little, "yes, on New Year's Eve, I want to accompany my mother."

If you spend the new year with your mother, you can't accompany you.