Chapter 133: Xiaoyan is coming back

Face can think that he is already very satisfied. In the beginning, he was deliberate, and his face was drunk and unconscious, but he had not yet reached the point where he was sane.
He took possession of the face, one is to fight against Mumojo, and the other is that he really likes her for many years. Apart from these two reasons, the others did not think so much.
Before marriage, he thought that the face is good, the other is not important. After marriage, he began to become greedy. He is not satisfied with her. He starts to want her heart, but he also knows this. It is a luxury.
The face turned over and she was face to face with her. She looked straight into his eyes and did not speak.
When Mu Muqi was seen by Mo Yanyan with this slightly smiling look, the bang in his head creaked, his throat slid up and down, and his heart gradually became anxious.
With this man and chuang for more than a year, Yan Yan is no stranger to him. She used to refuse, but she will not take the initiative.
She sighed in her heart, arms around Muscher's neck, and by force, put the red lips together.
Xi Muchu's pupil suddenly collapsed, and the whole person was drowned by ecstasy. He held her small willow waist and deepened the kiss.
Today's surprise is really too much, and more makes him feel unreal, like dreaming, but his heart is violently swaying but reminding him that all of these are facts.
I thought that there was a yun in the face, he did not delay for a long time, and soon let go of her, his thumb rubbed the face of the face, said gently.
"You don't have to grieve yourself. If you don't want to do these things, you can tell me directly, then I will be happier."
Looking into his eyes, her facial features reflected in his shackles, leaving a faint reflection. "I have no wrongs. Grandma is right, I don't hate you. I also decided to try to get along with you like a husband and wife."

Xi Muche's eyebrows gradually became a smile.
The face suddenly smiled, and the face of Bai Yan was a little more rosy. "Second brother, this is the last time I called your second brother. You will no longer be my second brother. You are my husband."
Xi Muche's head was buried in her black hair, and his sobbing voice swayed in the face of her face.
"Face, I am very happy."
Yan Yan did not leave him a face this time, she unceremoniously dismantled him, "Xi Muche, can you stop crying, a big man, how do you mean, you, then, baby should laugh at you."
It is said that the eyes of Xi Muche are more humid.
In the living room, Xi Muqiao yawned.
Yuan Sufei asked, "I didn't rest well last night?"
In front of his wife, he was shamelessly reflowing. He could also make his face not red, but in front of his mother, Xi Muqiao had a rare red ear.
Yuan Sufei saw her son not talking, and suddenly remembered that Wang Hao called her this morning and said that her wife returned to Linyi Bay yesterday. She went out this morning or Mr. Husband went out with her wife.
She also came over, she understood it all at once, she did not dismantle it, she smiled and asked, "When will your wife bring it back to Mom?"
When he mentioned Qiao Mu, Xi Muqiao suddenly smiled and raised his eyebrows. "After this week, she has been busy with the exam recently and has no time to come back with me."
Yuan Sufei has not seen her daughter-in-law, but after listening to Wang Hao, Mr. is very fond of his wife, and often can see Mr. and his wife playing.
This made her very curious. Over the years, Mucho’s temper has been faint and faint. The most common is the expressionless expression. I can’t see the emotions, and I can’t laugh a few times a year.
She also listened to the old lady, Muchao's wife is the little girl he has never forgotten for more than ten years, and both of them even got a marriage certificate.
"You, such a big thing is not discussed with the family, nor is it brought home to us to marry us. If you make a claim, you will get the marriage certificate. Will the girl feel too abrupt?"
"Mom, Joe Mu won't."
"The girl is Joe Mu, how old is this year?"
"Twenty years old."
Yuan Sufei stunned and asked again, "Twenty years old?"
After seeing her son nod, she silently counted her mind. My son was in love with people fourteen years ago. At that time, wasn’t he only six years old?
At this moment, Yuan Sufei had a thought in his heart, this son is the old cow to eat tender grass!
"It’s five years younger than Xiaoyan!"
Xi Muqiao knows what the mother meant. He smiled. "The age is a bit worse, but it does not hinder our feelings."
This sentence Xi Muqiao said that there is some guilty conscience, he does not have doubts about Joe Mu's feelings, but Joe Mu's feelings for himself, he can not guarantee.
Yuan Sufei sighed and thought that it would be better to be twenty years old when he was twenty. It’s better than his son’s bachelor.
It’s still a child, and the university hasn’t graduated. That means you won’t want children in recent years?

"We are not in a hurry and let it go."
Listening to his son, Yuan Sufei’s mental arithmetic is put down, and his son is already 31 years old. If he waits for a few more years, he will not run fast.
"Well, bring it back to us as soon as possible. Mom is very curious. Also, don't bully people when you are old. I have a daughter-in-law, don't run away."
Xi Muqiao laughed, he hurts that she is too late, how can she bully her, of course, the bullying on chuang is not counted, he nodded, indicating that he knew.

Xiaoyan said that she is going back to China in the next few days.

Yuan Sufei was happy, and tears came out in a blink of an eye. She yelled, "This dead girl, I have to come back and not even call me, I will not kill her when I come back."
"Then I said to the little words, don't come back, anyway, my mother will kill her."
After all, Xi Muqiao picked up the mobile phone from the coffee table and made a call to Xi Muyan. Yuan Sufei grabbed the mobile phone and scolded him.
The smile in Xi Muqiao’s eyes was overflowing. Xiaoyan didn’t come back for more than three years. He knew that Mom couldn’t think of it, but just talked about it.
He leaned back. "Muche and Yan Yan have children, and Xiaoyan is coming back. Our family is also reunited."
Wen Yan, Yuan Sufei's smile on her face was stiff. She carefully looked at the expression on her son's face, hoping to see something, but Xi Muqiao had nothing but a shallow smile on her face.
It seems that the son is really let go. She is somewhat sad when she puts down her heart. The family will soon be reunited, but the head of the family is lost.
She took back her thoughts and asked, "Is there a photo of Joe Mu? Mom wants to see."
Xi Muqiao took the mobile phone from Yuan Sufei and opened the photo album. He didn't have the habit of taking pictures on weekdays, but after Joe Mu, he took more or less.
Most of them are when Joe Mu is performing, and a little is the life photo of Qiao Mu.
Yuan Sufei looked at the photo carefully. "Can you play the piano?"