Tempting You to Marry Me—Pampered Cute Wifey

Xi Muqiao smiled and smiled. He did more, and he couldn’t resist the wife’s favorite.

He pulled her out of a pile of Mickey, and slipped aside, and followed her messy black hair. "Wang Hao is ready to eat, hurry to eat, we have important things to do after dinner."

Oh, there are important things to do...

Qiao Mu touched his face, but he did not hear it. He said that no one believed in it. They had been getting a marriage certificate until now, and they were almost a month away, but they still didn’t have a house!

Xi Muqiao pulled her hand and looked at the round scar, rubbing it with a thin thumb. The scar was the size of a coin. The skin on the top was crumpled and twisted. Fourteen years ago, there was no So big, after so many years, my wife has grown up, and this scar has grown.

If it weren't for this scar, he wouldn't recognize his wife. Wouldn't it be missed in vain?

The border of this scar is very neat, just like a round thing made out of the mold, and it can't be seen whether it is burned or burnt.

Qiao Mu looked at Xi Muqiao staring at the scars. "I don't know what's going on. The old dean said she had it when she got to me from the trash."

Xi Muqiao took her downstairs. "Maybe what your parents left, give you a mark and think about coming back to you later."

Qiao Mu didn't talk, her eyes were half-baked, her eyelashes were quietly laid in the eye sockets, and she was only half-sounding. She said, "How can I come to find me? How can I not change the fact that they threw me?" Since I was able to throw me away, it is definitely not rare for me."

Xi Muqiao silently tightened his big hand, his wife, not rare, others hurt, and he is enough.

He took her to wash his hands and looked at Qiao Mu’s uncomfortable look. He touched her head and moved the topic quietly. “Wang Hao made your favorite golden squid ball and Assorted, go and try it or not."

In front of the food, the haze of Qiao Mu’s heart was swept away, watching the golden squid ball on the table, the saliva was flowing out, and Xi Muqiao helped her open the chair.

She licked her lips and couldn’t wait. "Can you eat now?"

Looking at her eagerness, Xi Muqiao smiled, "Yes."

Qiao Mu cheered and gave himself a clip, blowing a small mouth and blowing it, just about to send it into his mouth, and the corner of his eye saw the Xi Muqiao staring at her.

She swallowed and sent the squid ball to his plate. "Uncle, you should eat first, oh."

Xi Muqiao laughed and let a foodie live in front of the food, but it was not easy. The rosewood chopsticks picked up the squid ball and sent it to the lips to bite. The oil stained on his thin lips and glowed with a layer of light.

Qiao Mu no longer tolerated, began to gorge, to be honest, Qiao Mu really does not look good when eating, although not rude, but gorging the gangster, really sorry for her harmless face.

But Muchao likes her wild look.

Wang Hao took out a small pot of soup from the kitchen and shouted, "You two eat less, drink more of this soup, I will do it for you."

She gave each of them a small bowl, and Joe Mu blew and sipped, and immediately frowned. "What is this smell, how so strange!"

Xi Muqiao picked up the bowl and smelled it, in the scorpion! In an instant, she smiled and looked at Wang Hao. Wang Xiao smiled and looked kindly, blinking at him and motioning for him to drink.

Xi Muqiao said to Qiao Mu, "The things inside are very expensive. You should drink more and make up your body."

Qiao Mu has always been a very frugal good boy. She listened to the expensive things inside, and took the bowl and wrinkled her face and drank it.

After drinking, Xi Muqiao gave her a bowl, and the voice was very gentle. "Let's drink more."

After tonight, my wife will definitely be flustered, so I have to make up the previous step.

Qiao Mu is almost drunk in his gentle voice, knowing that the two of them usually say no, they start to quarrel, and Xi Muqiao rarely talks to her with this gentle voice.

After dinner, Qiao Mu was put on the floor by Xi Muqiao. Wang Yan stood in the downstairs and smiled and his eyes were stitched together. With Mr. and his wife working so hard, the family might soon be there~ There is a young master.

Xi Muqiao's eager appearance and Qiao Mu shrunk his head, she thought that it is estimated to be dead tonight, "Uncle Uncle, just finished eating dinner, it is not good."

Xi Muqiao took a heavy breath and said that it was strange. He waited for a month, but this meeting couldn’t be overwhelmed. He looked like an ant crawling on his body, and he couldn’t stand it for a second.

He slammed the door shut, smashed through Qiao Mu, took a sip on her small mouth, and the big hand smashed back and forth on her small willow waist. The temperature was printed on her waist through the clothes and let her There was a red cockroach in the moment.

She stepped back, "Uncle, it’s only seven o'clock..."

Xi Muqiao looked at her with a smile and a dying struggle. He slowly dismissed the shirt buttons, from top to bottom, one by one, and the movement was so elegant.

As the button was untied, his fiercely lucrative moon was gradually exposed, and the soft light hit him, as if he had a layer of honey.

He took off his shirt and handed it to Qiao Mu. Joe Mu took the dog's leg forward and took a deep look at his swelled moon muscles. The thief said, "Uncle, shame is shameful, betrayed. Hue is even more shameful!"

He chuckled, and the dark and deep scorpion was like a black bottomless abyss, locking her in a deadly manner, and the scorpion was black and amazing, and there was a deep feeling of love.

He asked low and dumb, "Do you take a bath first or me first, or two of us together."

Qiao Mu hugged his shirt, the nose was full of the man's mint and tobacco flavor, she was red with a small face, and the old man did not say anything.

Xi Muqiao began to untie the belt, snoring, the belt was untied, and the long end was weakly draped over the side. He had been staring at her with a dark scorpion, and the gaze seemed to **** her in.

"Since the wife can't make a decision, it's good to be together."

When the voice just fell, he pulled the trousers chain and took off his trousers. He only wore a black boxer**.

Qiao Mu screamed a stream of mang, turned to the bathroom and ran. "I will first, first of all, don't come in!"

His eyes are deep and unpredictable, and his thin lips are lightly vomiting and swearing a word to Joe Mu. "That is only for the wife to flow mang."

Joe Mu opened the door and then shut it vigorously. She leaned against the door and breathed. The sentence of Xi Muqiao only flowed mang to the wife, letting her heart spurt a different kind of emotion, happy, shy, still There is imitation...