Tempting You to Marry Me—Pampered Cute Wifey

Xi Muqiao's lips, strong and hard chest rubbing the small asshole's chest, and prank-like continued to press down, his lips sighed against Joe Mu's neck. "You didn't die that night." I can't help it for a while? You are too small to look at yourself."

Qiao Mu feels that his chest will be squashed by this dead man, and the heart of the fire burns to the top of his head, his face is shy and red, mom, this old rogue, shameless!

I thought so, but I didn’t dare to speak any more, just staring at the man with big eyes of anger. In the event of angering the old man, what about his beast? There are two people in this room!

Xi Muqiao got up and let go of the little woman who was pressed on the table, and her hands were copied, and it was a gentleman. The more this is the case, the more qi Mu, the mother, looks so graceful, in fact, is the old rogue of the human face.

Joe Mu hurried down from the table, looking at the red ink on the table, a smug smug in the eyelids, old man, I let you swear.

"The sale contract was also signed, and the bank card will be given to me."

When Mu Mu Qiao just pulled out the bank card from his trouser pocket, he was taken down by the sleeves of Qiao Mu and grabbed the sleeves. He quickly stuffed it into the inner pocket of the cotton suit. The small appearance of the Ma Li, for fear that Xi Mu Qiao would grab it back.

"That, nothing, I will go first, something is called me, on call." The line of sight is dodging, while talking, the oil under the feet slips out. Qiao Mu feels that he still has a good conscience. Since he has received the money from others, he will be a person of others. Isn’t this a few pounds of meat? The old lady is giving you! Mom, she has to be moved by her own cry.

"Your sales deed." You're done, Xi Muqiao feels comfortable and speaks with smugness. This little **** will not want to leave his side again.

Qiao Mu turned his teeth and turned to pick up his own contract on the table. He glanced at the handsome face of the man. "Hey, I said, the underworld is a triad. What is the use of such a seriousness? Just said yes. The contract, now said to be a sales contract, really can't change the urine."

Xi Muqiao: "..." Looking at the face of a man eating a cockroach, Joe Mu ran out of the smoke, faster than the rabbit.

Xi Muqiao stood in the room, his mouth twitched in a shallow arc. He clearly saw the moment when the little **** went out from the glass and turned back toward himself than the middle finger.

The left side knocked on the door and the line of sight fell on the sleeves of Xi Muqiao's light shirt. The expression was a bit brilliant. "President, that..."

Xi Muqiao turned his head and looked at the expression of the words of the left, and frowned. "If you have something to say, don't want to say it here, then you will go to Africa and say."

When he left the tiger, he did not go to Africa. He was more willing to stay with the president than the one who went to Africa. "President, there is a red handprint on your shirt sleeve."

Xi Muqiao bowed his head and raised his arm. Sure enough, he saw the red handprint on the elbow of his shirt. He stunned. It’s no wonder that the little **** is rushing to grab the bank card. The real purpose is to leave a fingerprint on himself. The key is The little **** did not know what he was doing. He didn’t even find it. It was a small ghost.

"Well, I know, you are going to prepare for the next step." Don't think that the signing of the contract is over, he will not give the little **** a chance to turn over.

Some people in the left array do not understand why the president does not directly take Miss Qiao to register, but must first get a contract for selling.

Xi Muqiao's lips swelled in shallow curvature, and the peach blossoms in the eyebrows seemed to be full of laughter, and there was a joy that could not be covered. "I always give some lessons to this little **** and impress her."

The man is coveted, the warm eyes have a fascinating squat, and the sight falls on the delicate little words on the contract. There is never a joy in the heart, like the waves, the waves are hitting. The mind, every one of them causes a tremor. Little bastard, you will finally belong to me in the future, and it belongs to me completely.

"Mr. Xi is a name, it sounds very good." Looking at the contract, the man seems to be talking to himself.

Qiao Mu stopped at the door of the bar, took a deep breath, sweated and touched the bank card in the inner pocket, and squeezed the small hand hard until he felt the pain of the card's horns and let go of his hand, and his heart was fast. Jumping, my heart is filled with deep joy.

I didn't expect this to be easy. There are no fewer organs, just signing a hand and printing money, this is much better than you expected! Qiao Mu is a bit complicated, but the main emotions are still excited.

At this moment, Qiao Mu thinks that the old man is still quite good, except for occasional a bit of a bastard. Turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, Qiao Mu saw a person standing there, it was the old man who looked at himself, and could not see the expression across the distance.

Although the old man was a bit annoying, but after all gave her the money to do surgery for her mother, she was not a person who did not report her, so he hesitated for a moment, raised his little hand and waved his hand to the man, the red lips lightly, the silent way Thank you.