Chapter 246

After changing her underwear and limping back to bed, she wants to sleep for another half an hour.

Simukio slept soundly. She didn't wake him up when she got out of bed and went to bed again. Joe smiled and thought.

In the past, even if he tossed her all night, she was full of energy the next day, but she slept so dead this morning.

After lying down, Qiao Mu raised his head and looked at his face carefully.

He is really thirty-two years old, but his skin is very good. Unlike many men, his pores are thick and oily. Years have not left a trace on his face.

Looking at this face alone, it looks like it's 25 or 26 years old, but it exudes the temperament of mature men. It's mature, introverted, cold, gorgeous and noble. It's really attractive.

She sighed to herself. Is simuccio really old? She slept so dead after working all night.

She tooted her mouth and poked his face with her thin white fingers.

One, two, still no response.

A kind of fear suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart, so that the unresponsive simuccio seemed to be dead. She was startled by her own thoughts and hurried to pat him on the face.

Just clapped twice, the small hand was held by the man's big hand, then sent to his mouth and kissed carefully.

The man's voice with the characteristic husky of waking up in the morning, coupled with the low voice line, is particularly provocative.

"Madam, let me sleep more. I have a headache."

He slowly opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at her. His eyes were always dark and sharp, with fatigue and blood in the place where his eyes were white.

Qiao Mu was startled and felt his lips hot. "Mr. Xi, are you okay? Have you caught a cold?"

"A little."

"Wait, I'll get you medicine."

Joe Mu quickly put on his nightgown and ran downstairs with one foot to get something. She can think why Mr. Xi caught a cold. It must be that she put her hand into his clothes last night.

At that time, she was a little presumptuous, pulled most of simuccio's collar open, and the moon's fierce chamber was exposed in the wind and snow.

A few minutes later, Qiao Mu went and returned.

"Mr. Xi?"

Ximuqiao opened his eyes and saw Qiao mu, who was as attentive as a little maid with a water cup, with his thin lips hooked.

Take your temperature, 38. At 5 ℃, Qiao Mu took out the antipyretic medicine and gave it to him. He took it with Qiao Mu's palm, drank all the hot water and lay down again.

Joe took off his robe, then opened the quilt and went in. His bare thigh was close to him, and the man's eyes moved over.

"Madam, I'm not in good condition. I can't satisfy you because my body is resting."

Joe's face turned red and went to pinch the meat around his waist. It was quite like biting his teeth. "Ximuqiao, can you not be so shameless? I just saw that you were hot. I just came up from downstairs. It was a little cold. I just leaned over to keep warm!"

Joe.

It's still snowing outside and the weather is a little gloomy. The bedroom with heavy curtains is even darker.

The little woman's depressed voice came from her ear, "Mr. Xi, we can't go out and make a snowman."

"It's not urgent. There's snow in recent days. You can pile it at any time."

"I can't go to see Jing Qian. When I went downstairs just now, aunt Zhou said that the road had been closed after a heavy snow all night."

Simuccio hugged her in his arms and kissed her smooth forehead. "Madam, don't worry. Go to sleep with me. There are too many things recently."

She raised her head slightly and kissed his blue chin, "OK!"

At nine o'clock, simuccio got up and went to the bathroom. After taking the medicine, he sweated a lot, which made him unbearable.

After taking a bath, he took his temperature again, 37. 5 ℃ was much better. He wiped his face and attached it to Qiao Mu's ear.

"Good morning, madam."

When Qiaomu went downstairs, it was close to 11 o'clock. She didn't expect that she was just Xiaomi for a while and slept for three hours.

Her side was already empty and cold. She quickly dressed and got out of bed.

Tidy herself up, she went to the French window and opened the curtains.

There was a big temperature difference between inside and outside, and the window was white. She smoked some paper towels and wiped out a small piece of glass to see what it was like outside.

Wipe, wipe, she paused.

The courtyard was snow-white. The snowflakes were whirled by the cold wind for several times, and then fell down. You can feel how cold it is outside through the thick glass.

But she saw a gray figure.

The man knelt on one knee with something in his hand. He was repairing a snowball. She couldn't see his face, but she knew that Mr. Xi must be serious and serious at the moment.

She was so unprepared that she quickly took her crutch and went downstairs.

The family had already finished breakfast. At the moment, they were chatting and watching TV in the living room. Joe bathed down, hurried to say hello, picked up the scarf on the hanger and rushed out.

Lin Wei's face is black and black. Why can't the child be safe for a moment? He jumps up and down like a monkey all day.

"Simuccio!"

The man turned his head, got up the next moment, walked to her with big steps, frowned, and scolded her.

"Why don't you wear a hat or gloves? Just do it, Joe!"

Qiao Mu took the scarf for him, threw it into his arms, poked his fierce moon and unconvinced deflated mouth, "and said I did it. You just got sick and didn't wear a hat, gloves or scarf. Mr. Xi, who did it?"

"I'm a man!"

"What's the matter with men? Men have more lives than women?"

Simuccio raised his lips with ruffian Qi at the next moment.

"There are no more lives, just. One more leg. "

"Cut, Mr. Xi, do you know that I am immune to your meat now? I will send you a quick word to my Kwai soon. Well, the name is the overbearing president who can talk about meat and meat."

The man smiled and didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes. The warning in his eyes was obvious.

Qiao Mu grinned at him and changed the subject. "In other words, Mr. Qi got up to make a snowman for me?"

Simuccio put her hand into his pocket, hugged her waist, looked down at her, "hum."

Qiao Mu shrugged his shoulders and raised his head. The white fog blurred the man's handsome face. "Mr. Xi, I was very moved to suddenly find that you are still a warm man."

His expression loosened a little, picked her up and walked to the unfinished snowman. His Obsidian eyes looked particularly black and bright in the ice and snow.

He squatted down and picked up the art knife. "I'm more moved to hear this sentence from my wife's mouth."

Qiao Mu pouted discontentedly, "Oh, Mr. Xi, I'm telling the truth. Can you be serious and serious and don't treat it as a joke? You hurt people's self-esteem!"

The man looked up, with a handsome and warm smile on his face and a light lift of pink lips, as if he had lost color in this world, "madam, I'm very serious."