Chapter 163: So hungry

Not to mention this is fine, the face of Xi Muqiao instantly gloomy.
The wife is so easy to have a holiday, he can tease the little wife every day, but he did not expect to mix in with such a broken thing, all of which disrupted his plans.
Qiao Mu secretly yelled at him, saw that he did not speak and gloomy face, she began to mourn in her heart, obviously sighed that day, now what is this attitude?
She whispered her mouth and wondered if she would like to show her beauty plan tonight, although this behavior was shameful and disgusting.
If it is to sacrifice the flesh, can exchange for a concert, she must not hesitate to take off the light and wash straight into the big chuang of Xi Muqiao, because this is too special value!
Xi Muqiao did not speak, and the air pressure in the carriage was also low. Joe Mu did not dare to marry him again. For a time, the originally busy car was quiet, and Xi Mu Qiao did not squint quietly driving, she could not know the quiet. Eat crabs and yellow packets.
After a few minutes, the man next to him faintly opened his mouth, "Go home and discuss."
When Joe Mu heard it, there was a play. She suddenly came to the spirit, raised her big eyes and smiled at him, and the small hand stretched over to shake his big hand.
"Uncle, you are the best uncle under the sun, I love you, what?"
When she was unable to prevent her, she was swayed by her, and her hand slipped. The originally stable car ran an S route. The cold hair on his body stood up. He slapped the culprit and screamed.
"Joe Mu, I am driving, you can't see it, don't give me the honesty!"
Qiao Mu squatted on the small paw that was beaten, pitifully shrinking in the seat, wrinkled his face, and burst into tears.
Mommy, the big pervert is not light and heavy, and the back of her hand is numb.
According to her original temper, at this moment she should be furious and jumped up and desperately desperate, but when she thought of the concert, she hardly turned the anger on her face into a spoiled.
She was beaten by the little hand again, and the small white finger slightly picked up dou and made two laps on his big hand on the steering wheel.
Her big eyes were covered with a mist of water, and the water was smashing. She whispered her mouth. "Husband, you hurt people."
Xi Muqiao licked his lips and glanced at her from the rearview mirror. The small appearance of the tiny drops made his temples violently beat.
What a special thing is a little demon ~ fine!
It was just that Joe Mu was so afraid of death. Seeing that the man was not angry, she braved her courage and touched his big hand again. The hand just touched the warm back of the hand, and the man’s voice was heard next to him.
"So hungry?"
"..."
Hungry your sister!
Xi Muqiao drove the car directly to the garage. He opened the door and got off the bus. Qiao Mu also followed the car and carried the leftover crabs behind him.
Xi Muqiao was still angry. She didn't have to wait for her. She had a long leg and stepped on her two steps. Joe Mu trotting behind him.
"Uncle, wait for me."
It’s okay to not talk, and the man walks faster.
The garage is two or three hundred meters away from the villa. In addition to the strong wind, she began to breathe when she was halfway through. She knew that Xi Muqiao was soft and not hard, and she was also shameless.
She was stunned behind him. "Uncle, the hands of the people are sore, oh, they are swollen into gimmicks!"
Sure enough, Xi Muqiao stepped forward and turned to look at her. She wiped her hair out of her eyes and ran forward and handed the little hand over.
Xi Muqiao is tight and handsome, and the facial features are three-dimensional. The deep eyes of the deep pool are looking at her quietly. The big back of the fixed shape is also messy by the wind, but it adds a few wild flavors.
Qiao Mu spent three seconds, and when his big hand just touched her hand, he suddenly fell into his arms.
"Uncle, freeze me, help me block the wind."
Xi Muqiao embraced her and turned her body. The firm body helped her to block the northerly wind. He hung his eyes and helped her to surround the scarf hanging around her neck.
He glared at his smiling wife in his arms, and the gas stuck in his chest dissipated. His low voice was somewhat blurred by the wind, but Qiao Mu still heard it clearly.

Was the wife eat the rogue as a meal?

Qiao Mu smiles still bright, she raised her face and looked at him. "Uncle, people really have a pain, you look, they are red."
After all, he raised his back and showed it to him.
Xi Muqiao looked at the white back of the little hand, and it was really red, but the eyes swept over the bag in her hand. He smiled and said, "Is the hand pain still so tight?"
Qiao Mu smiled twice and put his hand down. "What, waste food is not good."
The weather was very gloomy and the wind was very strong. Xi Muqiao looked at the frozen red nose of the wife. Some of them felt distressed. He untied the coat and took her in, and picked her up.
He also kissed, and did not bump at all. Qiao Mu enjoyed his warm embrace and shrank in his warm arms. The room was full of his breath, and it was very good.
She suddenly found out that when she started, Xi Muqiao often hugged her like a child, so that she began to rely on his warm embrace.
Putting her on the sofa, he turned to the kitchen, Wang Hao was licking the soup, watching him come in, laughing and squinting and screaming.
After Qiao Mu checked his body, Yuan Suzhen called and asked Qiao Mu's inspection results. He knew that Qiao Mugong was cold and went to the pharmacy to catch Chinese medicine.
There are separate medicinal products, as well as soups.
"The medicinal herbs have already been put in, and they are on the table at dinner."
Xi Muqiao nodded, smelling the smell of herbs in the kitchen, frowning. When she was drinking chicken soup yesterday, she was drunk on the scalp because she was watching.
"Wang Hao, do more dishes that my wife likes to eat."
At dinner, Qiao Mu was not willing to drink. When she heard that the medicine was effective for Gong Han, she took the bowl and drank it. Xi Mu did not force her, but she only drank a bowl.
When Qiao Mu frowned and reminisced about the strange smell in his mouth, Xi Muqiao handed the sugar to her mouth, and she put his hand in her mouth.
The sweet taste spread from the mouth and covered the taste of the medicine. Her wrinkled face also stretched out and smiled at his lips.
On the sofa, she leaned on the body of Xi Muqiao and ate the fruit after eating. After eating a few apples, Xi Muqiao let Wang Hao take it away. Qiao Mu didn't want to, and she made her honest.
"You forgot that your palace is cold, cold, and cool."
She licked her mouth and looked at the TV. "Uncle, let's discuss the concert."
Xi Muqiao gently licked the back of her reddish hand and said faintly, "It is not the time."
She asked, "When will it be?"
"When on chuang."