Chapter 55: Miyao's dress

It is very close to the subway station here.
Nothing at all.
Arriving outside the subway station, when Xiao Nian untied the seat belt, he was about to get off the bus. Mu Qianchu suddenly opened his mouth. "Mu is fighting inside."
"what"
When Xiao Nian squatted, he looked up and saw that Mu Qianchu was sitting there. There was a thick, tired color on his feminine face, which seemed to be very tired.
"You know that I have a sister above me. When I was a child, I was blind and my father was too embarrassed. I tried my best to train my sister." Mu Qianchu looked at the front and said, "Now, my father wants to pull me, but my sister is eager to win." I want to compete with the president for me. I am talking about buying a factory to build a factory.
It turned out that there was such a thing inside Mui, and the brothers and sisters fought.
It's no wonder that he doesn't seem to have a happy look like a new marriage. He is full of exhaustion. As a mother of Mum, there are a lot of incompetence.
Just why did he tell her these?
These tiredness should not tell the wife, let the wife share it for him?
When Xiao Nian had some doubts, he couldn’t ask why, faintly, "Whether it is work to work, or not too tired, the flute and the baby are the ones who need you the most."
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Wen Yan, Mu Qianchu turned to look at her, eyes fixed, but did not say a word.
"What's wrong, I said something wrong," she asked.
"Nothing." Mu Qianchu shook his head and looked at her deeply.
"Then I got off the bus, thank you for helping me find the information." When Xiaonian raised the information in the hands, smiled and thanked, then pushed the car to get off.
"See you."
Mu Qianchu looked at the figure she had left, slender and beautiful, farther and farther away from him.
He thought of her eyes that had just been red in the amusement park, and one hand on the steering wheel slowly tightened. He still has too many things to solve.
Muhames.
Time flute.
Everything has not been resolved, and he will do whatever he wants to solve.
Wait a little longer, wait for him, Xiao Nian.
Say goodbye to Muqianchu, when Xiaonian returned to the port of heaven, throw the bag, sit on the sofa and open the file bag, and the face with the tired face appeared in front of Muqian.
I don't know why, she thinks that Mu Qianchu has become a bit strange.
From the last wedding on the island of Clouds, he ran to the woods alone, and later, he began to call her little thoughts and everything became very strange.
He hated her so much before, and every time she saw her, she couldn’t wait to see it.
This change is too big.
When Xiaonian leaned on the sofa, he couldn’t figure out what to think about. He simply stopped thinking about it and opened the information in his hand.
Turning down again, Xiao Nian found that Tang Yi’s resume was quite complicated.
After graduating from college, she has been traveling in various countries, has traveled to many places, has handed over several boyfriends, is currently single, and has participated in many dance classes, language classes, art classes, and so on.
It turns out that Tang Yi has lived so beautifully over the years.
At the university meeting, she remembers that Tang Yi is a girl of a personal name, an art cell, a piano and a dance, and it is a big school.
Now, her label is a microblogging red man, a plug-in.
Tang Yi put his colorful life and work online, and was favored by a otaku.
It turned out that Tang Yi was still a Weibo red man. Her people who didn't play Weibo didn't know it at all.
When I didn’t read all the information, I was so anxious to take out the phone call on the data.
She wants to clarify the truth three years ago.
Shut down.
Mu Qianchu’s information gave her three numbers. She hit them one by one and they all shut down.
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When Xiao Nian frowned, how could the phone not pass, was it temporarily shut down, or Tang Yi went to what place to change the number?
After thinking about it, Shinyin took out his mobile phone, took the Weibo app, and then entered Tang Yi’s Weibo name and a small fresh art.
Tang Yi's Weibo is very hot, and the next vote is to comment and forward. Every one of them is beautiful. When Xiao Nian took a look at the pictures of Tang Yi on Weibo.
As in college, Tang Yi has a head-marking and long-waist black hair, and does not apply a pink face. The temperament of fresh literature and art is highlighted.
On the appearance, Shi Xiaonian felt that Tang Yi did not have a beautiful flute, but Tang Yi’s kind of temperament, the time flute is not, she naturally does not.
When Xiao Nian sends Weibo private message
After the hair is finished, Xiao Nian will put the information away.
Tang Yi found it.
It’s not far from revealing the truth. Gong Ou’s paranoia is only to believe in oneself. One thought recognizes death. She said nothing, but fortunately she is now found by her.
When Xiao Nian looked at this big apartment, she could move out of this mansion and return to her free life.
When I think of it, I am very happy.
Finally saw the dawn of hope.
However, until dusk, Tang Yi’s phone was still not open, and Weibo’s private letter did not return.
"Is it busy?"
When Xiao Nian touched the phone, he said to himself.
"Whoever is busy, you think about me."
A low, voice came, full of hegemony.
The next second, when standing in front of the closet, the little thoughts fell into a hug, and Miyau circulated her from behind, and kissed her face with a low head.
He always likes a sudden attack.
I don't know what kind of hobby this is, and this time I came back quietly, and then suddenly hugged her from the face.
She has been scared from the beginning of the shock to the present.
"you are back."
When Xiao Nian turned around in his arms and faced him, Gong Ou immediately extended a finger to pick up her chin, lowered her lips and tasted the softness and delicateness of her lips.
When Xiao Nian can only obey.
Gong Ou Yue kissed more and more, the teeth opened her lips, the fire tongue buried in her lips and kissed the frenzy, a long arm will tighten her tighter, I want to bury myself in my body.
"Young Master, I sent Miss's dress over." Feng De took a dress and came over to the door and saw that the two were inextricably distressed.
Miyao did not hear anything like that, continued to kiss her, the light kisses the lips is not enough, he pushed her to the closet, the thin lip film worshipped her face, her neck, kissed and breathed gradually .
From tomorrow, he has to take this woman to the company.
When he saw it one day, he was just like a drug addiction, just wanted to come back.
When Xiao Nian was kissed, he couldn’t breathe.
For a long time, Gong Ou kissed the fun before giving up, let go of her, when Xiao Nian was kissed cheeks hot, reaching out and touching his lips, it seems to be swollen.
This man is really a grin.
"Swelling a little sexy." Like knowing what she was thinking, Gongou smiled evilly, her fingers touched her lips, and then turned to look at the door, feeling very good, "take the dress in."
Dress
When Xiao Nian touched his lips and looked at the door, he saw that Feng De stood sideways and stood in the doorway. He heard the words just coming over, carrying a black dress on his hand and heading for a small thought.
"this is"
When you are young, you are confused.
"The dress chosen by the young master, Mr. Shi, is dressed at the banquet tonight." Feng De said, "This is the work of Milan alisa. Her clothes have always been difficult to find. This is called the night sky."
When Xiao Nian looked at the past, his eyes were amazing.
It is a black short dress skirt, black in the night sky, the material has a soft satin, the a-line neckline design is very retro, and the skirt seems to be dotted with something like starlight, sparkling.
"A beautiful skirt."
When Xiao Nian was amazed.
"Do not look at who picked it." Gong Ou proudly raised his eyebrows and sat down on the sofa next to him. "Change and leave."
"it is good."
When Xiaonian nodded, took the skirt and went to the bathroom, took off his clothes, put on the skirt, and turned his hands back to the zipper behind the skirt.
Just halfway through, I heard the bathroom door open.
In the next second, a wolf claw stretched over and directly put the zipper on her back and put on the last step of the skirt for her.
The owner of this wolf claw will not have a second person.
When Xiao Nian turned around, he looked at the tall man in front of him and looked at the opened door. "How do you come in, I clearly locked the door."
"Since someone dared to give me a face to hide in the study room." Gong Ou looked at her with high anger, erected her right hand, holding a card between the index finger and the middle finger, and the voice was sexy. "I will let the technical department give me the A universal room card for this apartment."
"Universal room card"
When Xiao Nian was shocked.
Actually, there are such ghosts. No wonder the men on the Internet say that they can't provoke technology. No, this is not her provoke.
Miyao stood in front of her, and she carefully looked at her.
The "night sky" dress is beautifully worn on her body, with a long body and a thin waist. The purity of her eyebrows and the low-key sparkle of the skirt are very good. There is a kind of that can't be said.
When Xiao Nian was watched by him, he was restrained and pulled the skirt.
Daddy, Miyako's eyes are fixed on her chest, the skirt neckline is a-shaped design, the shape of a teardrop is hollowed out above the chest, revealing the white skin, and the two shoulders are all exposed to the air, which is and fatal.
Miyako’s throat suddenly tightened, pushing her to the wall and starting the wolf to kiss and move her hands.
"Don't make trouble, don't you want to go to the party?"
When Xiao Nian said helplessly.
"Go to his party."
Miyao, who wants to get a party at the moment, she will hug her to the bedroom and kiss while walking.
After a long stretch
Miyao regained his senses and decided to go to dinner.
He has the hegemony to say anything.
When Xiaonian had to put on his dress again, he stood in front of the floor mirror and looked at the hickey on his neck. He raised his eyebrows. "Is I want to cover it with a shawl?"
Miyao puts on a black suit next to him and spreads his arms. Like an eagle, the simple movement of dressing wears a feeling of male hormones.
Hearing the words, Gong Ou hooked his lips and did not answer.
Feng De came in from the outside and held a black gauze shawl in his hand. "Miss, the young master has already picked a shawl for you."