Chapter 39: Look, I don’t crush your eggs this time.

Qiao Mu followed Shan Muqiao and turned. He just walked out of the two steps and then returned. He went to Lu Ziming, who was lying dead on the ground. He lifted his foot and stepped on the foot of Lu Ziming’s crotch, and muttered while stepping on it.
"Mom, you still want to be a strong girl to do me, see me not breaking your eggs this time!"
A few people on the scene, including Xi Muqiao, instantly felt the coldness of the crotch and the sadness of the eggs.
Xi Muqiao's eyes were pumped. He suddenly felt a little worried about the safety of his eggs after marrying the little bastard. The little was too violent. I don't know if it was the man's biggest weakness.
After stepping on it, I turned to the before turning around and said the middle finger.
"Don't look at who I am, see you once and hit you once!"
Xi Muqiao: "..."
The left-handed look at the president and Miss Qiao who walked in front, suddenly felt that the two were incomparably matched, and this sigh of enthusiasm was exactly the same.
After returning home, Xi Muqiao discovered that the injury on Qiao Mu's face was more serious than he had imagined, and his fingertips gently rubbed in the redness.
"Ah, ah, it hurts." Qiao Mu screamed, his eyes wide and watery.
The entire left cheeks were swollen and high, and the blue-colored handprint on the white face looked so embarrassing. Even the corners of the eyes were bruised, the eyes had a faint bloodshot, the wound at the corner of the mouth was still bleeding, and the right face was not injured. But the dust and tears are mixed together, a mess, in short, the whole face looks terrible.
Xi Muqiao's entire face was very dark, and the dust on the face of Qiao Mu was carefully wiped off with a hot towel. The black scorpion was full of pity. He was glad that he was not far from the little and rushed in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. Holding the face of Qiao Mu, Qiao Mu raised his head and clearly saw his reflection from Xi Muqiao's eyes.
"Does the headache hurt?"
"A little."
"What about the ear?"
"It’s just getting started, it’s much better now."
Xi Muqiao threw the towel into the basin and found a gray coat from the suitcase taken from the left and put it on the scarf.
"Go, go to the hospital."
"what?"
"Go check it out, what if there is a concussion."
"Ah? Concussion?"
Qiao Mu is dumbfounded. "This, is it so serious?"
"Not sure, check it out."
Qiao Mu suddenly became very angry, his hand licking his half face and gnawing his teeth.
"That turtle grandson! If the old lady is really a concussion, uncle you will let people cut him!"
Left array: "..." The future president's wife is very domineering.
Just when Xi Muqiao pulled Qiao Mu out, Qiao Mu said pitifully, "Uncle, I have no money."
Xi Muqiao was mad, and Nima was thinking about money at this time. This little fan, he wanted to shoot her and turned to roar. "There is Laozi, you don't have to spend money."
Going to the hospital for a check, sure enough, a slight concussion, Qiao Mu knows the result of crying nose and tears.
"Uncle, hey, just slap, I will become a concussion, and I am not squatting first, hehe----"
People coming and going in the hospital looked at the girl's swollen face, squatting on the sleeves of a tall, tall and handsome man, crying in tears, so pitiful, listening to the girl's crying, everyone began to point at him. .
"When you look like a human being, how can you do this?"
"That's what it is like to make a girl."
"It's a modern Chen Shimei!"
"..."
Xi Muqiao’s face was gloomy and stunned. He picked up Qiu Mu and turned and left.
What's special, this black pot, but he is big!
In the car.
"Uncle, you are going to cut him."
Xi Muqiao blackened his face. "I want to cut you."
Qiao Mu’s crying was even louder, and he was annoyed by the screaming voice. Xi Muqiao yelled,
Shut up! Then cry and sell you!

The little did not cry, the little hand clenched his mouth, his eyes staring at him, the tears in his eyes were spinning, and the little shoulders shook like a towering one.
The heart of Xi Muqiao’s hardened heart was shattered a little bit, and I felt that my heart was softened by Xiao Mu’s pitiful little expression, holding Qiao Mu in my arms, and the tone was soft.
"Whoever makes you not listen to me, you have to come back yourself, this time you haven’t remembered for a long time."
Qiao Mu twitched, "long, long."
The left-hand drive of the car listened to the conversation between the two people, lamenting, when the president was so gentle, it really happened to be in the hands of Miss Joe.
Going home and packing things up is almost twelve o'clock.
Qiao Mu saw his 5,000-dollar bed. The single bed of red-brown nanmu was out of place in a small room. She lay down and felt it. She suddenly felt that the five thousand flowers were worthy and soft. warm.
"Uncle, the touched me, though through the clothes."
When Xi Mucho took off his clothes, his anger burst into his brow.
"Is that hand touched?"
Joe Mu thought a little, and the small hand twisted the edge of the quilt, "right hand."
Xi Muqiao hangs the coat on the hanger, his brows anger, and sneer, his voice is cold and sinking.
"It has been broken."
"Oh."
I took Joe Mu cotton clothes, and Xi Muqiao frowned. It was so thin. It’s no wonder that the little had a lot of ice on his hands and feet all day, and he shook it. He was about to hang on the hanger. Hey, two pink little things fell out, and Xi Muqiao bent down. .
When he saw something in his hand, his face became very wonderful, and there was a hint of surprise in the sly. The long finger was playing with two pink pouches in his hand, and he smiled and glanced at the small game holding his mobile phone. Asshole.
Xi Muqiao got into the bed and reached for the phone.
Playing the joy, the phone was taken away, Joe Mu just wanted to complain, two pink pouches appeared in front of me, only one glance, she recognized that it was the condom that Qiu Ning stuffed into his pocket.
The little face suddenly rose into a pig liver color, and the red cheeks were more painful. I quickly dragged the quilt over my head and made a statement.
"not mine!"
In the eyes of Xi Muqiao, there was a trace of joy, raising his hand and squatting under the quilt, and swearing, "Is it mine?"
Reaching out and holding Joe into his arms, his nose licked Joe Mu’s little nose. "Let's say, are you particularly looking forward to what happened to me?"
"No."
"What do you do with a condom in your pocket? Is it not for me?"
Joe Mu glared at the quilt and prevented him from pulling down again. He only showed a pair of eyes, and his voice was stuffy in the quilt.
"Can I say that I used to blow a balloon?"
Xi Muqiao's lips hooked at the starting point, and he yelled at Joe. "Would you blow one for me?"