Chapter 117: It’s a grinning fairy.

Seasons are anxious to scratch my ears, Mom, I certainly know that you are lonely, your wife is here!
He began to swear. "That, you guys are going, I am in a hurry tonight, I have no time to accompany you to drink, and I will go home and go to sleep."
Xi Muqiao licked his face, his face was exhausted, and he was not able to sleep well when he was worried about his wife. When he closed his eyes, his wife’s little figure was shaking, and it was better not to sleep.
He lifted his lower jaw. "You go to work, you can drink with me, and we will go back to sleep."
In the heart of the quarter, I felt awkward, Mom, I was afraid of what came, and he stuttered, "Where, which room?"
The South Lin Mo is like an idiot who gave him a look. "Is your kid playing with a woman's brain more than a recent show, of course, our exclusive suite here!"
I don’t want to think about it, "No!"
Xi Muqiao frowned, this guy is not normal today. In the past, he was crying and shouting and told them to drink. Today, he is actually awkward?
His black scorpion picked up slightly and his voice was cold. "You are not going to play a woman in our room?"
South Lin also looked at him dangerously. The two big hands screamed at each other and squeaked. "Small child, if you really dare to play a woman in our room, don't blame the big face and turn your face away!"

If you can, Ji Su really wants to swear, Mom, play a fart, Lao Tzu keeps the boy's body for thirty-one years, how can it be broken!
"No, really nothing."
Xi Muqiao waved his hand. "Then go to work, don't entertain us."
The season was almost breathless, and Nima, the spit star sprayed a lot, and all of them said it all!
"Two big brothers, the younger brother begged you, except for tonight, when can I be!"
Xi Muqiao black eyes stared at him tightly, the guilty conscience of the quarters, quickly removed his eyes, did not dare to look at him, for a moment, Xi Mu Qiao got up and walked outside the door.
The heart of the season floating in the air finally returned to its original position. He quickly waved at the south. "Quickly, Mu Qiao is gone, and you are hurrying."
As soon as I went out, the seasoning legs were soft, because Xi Muqiao was heading in the opposite direction of the elevator, and his suite was over there!
"Mucho, Mucho, the elevator is here!"
Xi Muqiao did not take care of him. His face was white and he quickly caught up. After he finished, he couldn’t hold it!
Xi Muqiao took out his golden room card and brushed it toward the recognizer. When the season arrived, he just opened the door, and he wanted to say something again. He smashed his eyes and then smashed it. Push the door open and go inside.
Chuang had a sleep light on his head. Even though the light was dim, he saw a small pile of bulge on the big blue chuang at a glance, and his face suddenly sank.
He has cleanliness and does not allow others to touch his things!
The quarters stood at the door and could feel the cold air of the frozen people who had been released from the body. The feet he had stepped in had been collected back. He had a hunch that he would be miserable by Mucho!
He was so angry that he said to the south of the door that he was also standing at the door. "Mom, don't call me before coming, I am finished!"
In the south, Mo quietly looked at the dark back in the room and sighed. "Sud, you really did it this time. Do you know that Mu Qiao has cleanliness and people sleep?"
He grabbed his hair irritably. "That's not someone else, it's his wife!"
When Xi Muqiao approached, and when the dim light saw the person buried in the goose down, the dark pupil slammed, and he quickly turned on the light and stared at it again.
His eyelashes trembled and it was his little wife!
At this moment, the heartstring that had been tense was so loose that he could even hear the subtle sound.
His heart was mad, excited, excited, nervous, and several kinds of feelings mixed together, making him difficult to name.
The big hand gently touched the little face that Sun Si night thought, without the warmth of imagination, the coldness of the hand, the wetness of the palm, he was surprised, and quickly ran into the quilt, the same cold and damp.
He strode toward the door, and before he could talk, he closed the door and locked the door. He was rushing outside to shoot the door. "Mu Joe, you must not start with a small donkey. It is not a husband. What you do!"
Nan Lin Mo took his hand to knock the door down. "Okay, what do you care about between the husband and wife, go, drink two glasses with me."
"..."
There was floor heating in the room, but he still raised the temperature of the air conditioner. The goose down duvet, the dark blue quilt and the dark water mark on the chuang single stinged his eyes.
The little wife’s body curled up, wearing his white shirt, and it was wet with sweat and wet on the body.
Xi Muqiao’s eyes were so hot that he couldn’t take a closer look at the face that was dreaming. He quickly took off his wife’s shirt and went to the bathroom with a pot of warm water. He used a wet towel to make it small. The sweat from the wife wiped away.
The beautiful body of the wife was in front of him, but he did not have any other thoughts. He quickly changed the new chuang single quilt. He quickly took off his clothes, got into the quilt, and took the wife into his arms.
The wife was cold, and his cheek touched her forehead, not a fever. He just saw the medicine on the coffee table, all cold medicine.
Xu is eating medicine and is sweating.
The soft body in his arms made his heart soft and soft. Just holding it, he was very satisfied. He didn't meet for ten days. He thought she was going crazy.
Qiao Mu was cold, and the instinctively posted to the hot things around him, the small hands tightly hold the waist of Xia Qiao, the small legs are also everywhere, until they found the right position, they stopped.
Xi Muqiao smiled silently, and the dark scorpion glowed under the orange light, with infinite tenderness inside.
He tightened his arm around his wife's shoulders, and it was nice to have his wife around.
At half past six in the morning, Xi Muqiao woke up. He touched Qiao Mu's body and was as warm as the bed. He was relieved that he had to hurry and could not be discovered by his wife.
Picking up the white shirt, he frowned. He was already sweaty last night. He must not wear it to his wife. He took his white shirt and opened the quilt and gently replaced him.
In the early morning, when the fire was extremely heavy, when Qiao Mu’s body was exposed to him, he still had an inevitable reaction.
His sexual throat was swept up and down a few times, but the movements in his hand were unaffected. After changing his shirt, he quickly gave the quilt to her.
He took a deep breath and said, "It’s a grinding monster~ fine."
Gently licked a few mouthfuls in Qiao Mu's lips, and stood on the side of Chuang for a while, until the flame on the body disappeared, he put on the white shirt of Qiao Mu, who always had cleanliness, even his brows No wrinkles.