Chapter 335: When you wake up, your husband will be back

If you start, it will definitely hurt your brother's feelings.
No matter what Miyazawa said or done, after all, they have been friends for so many years.
"It has nothing to do with you." Mo Yesi reached out and touched her head, her deep eyes narrowed, and her voice was soft, "Don't think about it. If I don't come forward to protect you at that time, then I'm still your husband ?"
"Would you like to find someone like this to be your husband?"
Qiao Mianmian seriously thought about it and shook his head gently.
If Mo Yesi stood up to defend her at that time, although she would not say anything, it must be uncomfortable.
However, if he wanted to defend her, he would certainly offend his friend.
One side is a wife, and the other is a brother who has been in contact for many years. It is quite difficult to stand in his position.
It would be nice if those of his friends liked her.
He need not be so embarrassed.
But Qiao Mianmian knew that this was impossible.
Shen Rou has regarded her as a rival in love, and she is not pleasing to all kinds of eyes.
As for Miyazawa...
Qiao Mianmian has not analyzed it so far.
His hostility towards her came inexplicably.
Is it...
Qiao Mianmian suddenly thought of a possibility, his face slightly changed, he looked up, and looked at Mo Yesi with a strange look.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Qiao Mianmian stared at him with that weird look for a while, his mouth twitched, and shook his head: "No, nothing."
It should not be.
Miyazawa looks pretty normal, it doesn't seem to have that tendency.
"Sleepy?"
Although Mo Yesi felt that she didn't tell the truth, he didn't continue to ask any questions. He stretched his arms around her waist and hugged her slowly upstairs: "Go upstairs and sleep for a while."
Qiao Mianmian was a little sleepy and nodded: "Well."

Entered the bedroom.
Mo Yesi directly hugged Qiao Mianmian, hugged her to the bed, and then put her gently on the bed.
He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, touching her head: "Sleep."
"What about you." Qiao Mianmian opened his eyes with black and watery eyes and looked at him with two sleepiness in his eyes.
"There is still entertainment in the afternoon." Mo Yesi sat down by the bed and arranged for her a thin blanket that covered her body. Her eyes were soft and gentle. "I'll go for a trip, but there is nothing to do at night. I can accompany you at home. "
"I strive to return early."
His dark eyes are like a sea of ​​stars, and like a vast ocean, the deep eyes are soft and unreasonable.
The look in her eyes was soft and nonsensical.
The phrase "I'm fighting to come back early" seemed to smeared honey, and the sweetness filled her heart.
The corners of her lips were curved, her heart was sweet, she couldn't help but climbed up to the corner of her mouth, and nodded gently at him: "Well, then... I'm waiting for you at home."
In the last few words, the voice is soft and thin.
Mo Yesi almost didn't hear clearly.
But his hearing has always been sharp, and he still heard it.
The dark eyes of the man were suddenly full of brilliance, the starry sea under his eyes was shining, and his thin lips also tickled a little.
"Well, the baby is waiting for me at home." He took her white and tender fingers, and a soft kiss fell on her fingertips. "When you wake up, your husband will come back."
The cherry blossom-like lips of the girl were soft and pink, and her white and tender fingers were like nephrite. He pinched his palm, his wet lips pressed against her fingers, and kissed them one by one.