Tempting You to Marry Me—Pampered Cute Wifey

"I am going to my 80th birthday right away. Your birthday surprise for Grandma is more satisfying than everyone’s gift. Grandma can’t even think about it. Even if she has a grandson, she is eighty. I will bring it back to me on the day of my birthday. Grandma will announce to everyone that I have a long-term grandson."

Xi Muqiao reached out and gave the old lady a sigh of relief. The news was an unexpected shock to her. The old lady raised her hand and rubbed the tears in her eye sockets.

"Be sure to bring my grandmother and granddaughter back to me."

Xi Muqiao nodded. He couldn't bring Joe Mu back home when his grandmother was 80 years old. The scene would reveal his identity, but the specific situation is not convenient now. I will explain the details to my grandmother again.

After a while, Xi Lufeng came in with the nurse, the nurse was helping the old lady to take blood pressure, and Xi Muqiao and Xi Lufeng stood by and watched.

"Mu Qiao, face this thing, it is indeed that Mucha is not doing it right. I will not be biased towards him. You should teach him this lesson and let him remember for a long time."

Xi Lufeng said that he was not adulterated at all. For Mo Rongyan, he also looked at her when she grew up, and she was satisfied with her.

The last time Muche played face, although it was just a piece of bruise in the corner of his eye, and the face was also well concealed, but he still found clues in the inquiry.

Xi Lufeng, an old fox with an eighteen-pointed mind, knows very well about the temperament of Mo Yanyan who grew up watching her. She knows that her eyes will float when she lie.

Yan Yan said that he accidentally bumped into it. He did not believe that the aunt of the family had said that Muche and Yan Yan had quarreled at the end of the three days. He also knows what his son is doing. He will throw things when he gets angry.

No matter how much hurts his son, this time, it’s really Mucha’s mistake. What makes him look like he is, he looks distressed and screams at Mucha’s stuff!

Xi Muqiao copied into her trouser pocket with both hands and quietly watched the nurse hide the sphygmomanometer in the old lady's arm. The expression was light and dripping out of the water. In front of Xi Lufeng, he completely converged the cold smell of his body.

"My uncle, you know, Yan Yan and Xiao Yan are the children of the family. If it wasn't for the first time, I would not agree to marry Rong to Muche."

Xi Lufeng nodded and looked at the old lady. "I know."

The face is so heavy, it is reasonable to teach him a meal. After all, the face is not only the wife of Mucher, but also the old lady who loves her granddaughter for 20 years.

In the infusion room.

Xi Muche blushes, sitting in a chair with a sloppy dress, sipping a drip, and the transparent liquid passes through the silver needle and plunges into his cyan veins little by little.

Halfway through the infusion, the brain was half awake. He lifted his right hand without infusion, and looked at the sound with a slap in the face. A series of slaps fell solidly on his face. The silence in the infusion room is loud.

He, what about the face?

He remembered Zhou Wei’s sudden screams that could penetrate the roof. He also remembered that his father pointed at himself and angered the idiots. He still remembered that Grandma had fainted, but he couldn’t remember what it was like.

He only remembers that his face undressed him and helped him into the bathroom. He wanted to kiss her, and his face was not allowed. They quarreled. He fell and he heard the name of Mumocho...

At this moment, he hated himself more than hated him.

He wants to see the face, wants to see how she is, but he does not dare, he does not dare to see the face of the white face of the bruises and bruises, the scars, it is clear that he is complaining about his atrocities what!

The eyes were sore and sore, his right hand covered his face, but he couldn’t stop the tears from the spout. The tears slid out from his fingers, dripping on his face and flowing down to the chin. The cockroaches drip onto the body and the white floor.

He groaned in pain, "Smile, sorry."

The door of the infusion room was kicked from the outside with a kick, and it was shut off with a slamming sound. A tall figure quickly walked up to him, licking his collar and picking him up, not waiting for him to see clearly. A fist with a smashing wind fell on his face.

He was hit a slammed body and hit the back seat heavily. Then he fell to the ground with the seat. The needle pierced the blood vessels and flesh, stabbed it from the back of the hand and brought out a bunch of blood beads. The blood in the needle quickly returned, and the whole infusion line was reddened in a flash.

"Big brother!"

The nosebleed suddenly came out, and he quickly ran out of his face. He touched it and held the tripped chair swaying and stood up. He just stood firm, and he sang the black leather shoes. On the stomach, take him to the ground.

He didn't have the strength to stand up again. His body curled up into a ball, and his nose was flowing smoothly. After a while, he accumulated a pool on the ground. The bright red blood was on the white floor. After the pale light, he was shocked.

"Big brother, I should, fight!"

He seemed to be scattered, and the punch and foot of Xi Muqiao did not have any mercy. He felt that this pain was not comparable to the pain in his heart.

Face, she was very sensitive to pain, she was most afraid of pain, he hit her, how much pain she should have.

Xi Mu Qiao was neatly dressed, and the top of the shirt opened the two buttons, and the squatting on the ground was a **** and filthy Xi Mucher, it was just a heaven and a bottom.

He looked dull and cold, and the gloom of the sun was shining. The cold and cold smell of the body was no longer concealed. All of them were released. He took two long legs and slowly walked toward Xi Muche.

He pulled him up with the collar of Xi Muche, and did not care that Xi Muche's blood was on his hand. His voice was as cold as ice, and it was violent and chilling.

He asked mercilessly, "How do you tell me on the day of marriage, huh?"

Xi Muche's face was whiter and he did not resist. He said slyly, "Zhen, cherish her, love her, not let her, suffer, and suffer a little damage."

Xi Muqiao seems to have heard the big jokes, coldly screaming, "Do you cherish her? Her injury is all given to you, Xi Muche, I tell you, I regret, I regret to agree that Rong married to you! ”

He squatted open to Mucha, stood up straight, and looked down at Xi Muche who fell to the ground.

"Go and clean up and go to the ward with me!"

Such a loud voice provoked the outside nurses, but they all knew that the people in the infusion room were Mucha and Xi Muche, and no one dared to step forward.