Chapter 164: What is the emperor’s righteousness?

Joe Mu licked his face.
Hey, it’s so shy, people still thought about taking off the light and washing it, and then they voted for it. I didn’t expect the man to say it first.
When I was on chuang, I heard that it was really more than mei.
Xi Muqiao’s earlobe with his wife’s white eyes gradually became fascinating, and his darkness darkened and slightly slid his lips.
In the bathroom.
Qiao Mu stood in front of the mirror, and both hands clenched his fists to cheer for himself. Since there is a demand for others, it is necessary to come up with full sincerity. Her sincerity is to try hard to solve the problem.
She was ashamed when she thought of using the action in a certain large movie she had seen before.
Aunt, she is still pure, not lucky to be dyed by the color cylinder of Xi Muqiao, but she really can't get it.
After honing the old one, she was surrounded by Xiaomu’s small powder that she lost to her.
As soon as I came out, I saw a bright red chuang lying in a glamorous beauty, the quilt just covered the lower body, and the whole upper body was leaking.
She has no resistance to the physical muscles of Xi Muqiao. His muscles are not as developed as muscular men, and every muscle is just right.
She sucked in the mouth, I really don't know how many red chuang supplies were prepared by Wang Hao. Anyway, from where they came to live, the style of the chuang single quilt has changed, but the color has never changed.
On the big red chuang, Xi Muqiao is looking at her mobile phone.
When he saw the chat record in the three-story group, he enchanted his mouth and he did not turn his head. He hooked his finger at Joe Mu.
Qiao Mu was afraid that the bath towel would fall. She ran over her chest and climbed up to climb the chuang squat. She sat on the big white teeth of Xi Muqiao.
"What is the command of the emperor?"
Xi Muqiao squinted at her who was taking the wind and asked, "Is the old man good?"
Qiao Mu was asked a glimpse, and then nodded, and also gave a thumbs up, "good, especially good!"
He played with his mobile phone, and he had quite a bit of emperor's attitude in the world. "Describe what a good law is."
Qiao Mu put his hands on his lap and showed the most charming smile. "Gentle, rich, and handsome."
He lightly frowned, his deep eyes staring at her little face for a moment, "Oh? Still, satisfied, I will let you go to the concert."
Qiao Mu gave him a blank eye in his heart, and he did not count on a big pervert. He had promised a few days ago.
She couldn't resist the temptation of the big pervert, and thought a little, only to open her mouth, like a jingle. "The old man has three good, gentle and golden, and the most important thing is to live well."
She proudly thought that there are not a few men under the sun who will be banned from this flattery, not to mention that for Xi Muqiao, this sentence seems to be tailor-made for him.
However, she has not tried to push him down.
Seeing that the man still stared at her so firmly, she resisted the scalp of the numbness, making it a shy opening. "Is the emperor, is the courtier right?"
Xi Muqiao pointed her finger on her bath towel, and smashed thousands of Guanghua, laughing very handsomely. "It's the right thing to say."
Eight o'clock in the morning.
Xi Muqiao took her soft hair and gently kissed her lips until she woke her up.
Looking at Joe Mu like a pig, arching in the quilt, he laughed shallowly and pulled her out of the quilt. "Mrs. It's snowing outside."
Qiao Mu did not respond. After ten seconds, she only noticed half-squinting, her voice pointed and with a little nasal sound.
"what did you say?"
Xi Muqiao scratched her little nose and said again, "It's snowing."
Joe Mu got up from chuang and climbed down to the floor window.
She held a small hand on the glass, and the other hand wiped the mist on the glass. When she saw a piece of silver outside, she screamed out, like a child, happy and straight. .
"It's so beautiful, uncle, it's really snowing!"
Xi Muqiao took her back. "Come on, don't you want to make a snowman?"
Can't take care of this man still here, don't tweak, take off his pajamas directly, wear clothes quickly, and the delicate little face is actually smirking, and laughs from time to time.
Under the enforcement of Xi Muqiao, Qiao Mu was allowed to go out after drinking hot milk. At the entrance, Xi Muqiao was like a juggling act, and he took out a pair of wool gloves and a red hat.
"Take it, don't freeze it."
Someone will clean the yard on weekdays, but today there is no place. Wherever the sight is, it is white, and the snow is flat and there is no footprint.
Qiao Mu opened his foot and left his first footprint in the yard. She opened her smile and screamed and ran out.
The snowflake is still floating, very dense, and Xi Muqiao smiles and squats behind the keg and the small shovel.
When he learned that there was heavy snow in recent days, he prepared all the snowman things early, only to laugh for Mrs. Bo.
Qiao Mu is like a small motor with a clockwork. He runs from there to the side, and then runs back in circles.
Xi Muqiao put things on his feet, picked up the SLR hanging around his neck, opened the camera, focused, and recorded the moment at the moment.
Stepping on the snow, making a squeaking noise, Joe Mu stopped to gasp, then smiled and lay in the snow, and for a moment, she was always pulled up.
Xi Muqiao patted the snow on her body and yelled, "What is crazy, the underground is so cool, give me a real snowman, or go back to the house!"
Qiao Mu spit out his tongue and looked naughty. "Uncle, I am so excited. You know, I like winter and spring most, there is snow in winter, and there are cherry blossoms in spring."
Simujo took her hand and stuffed her with her tools, waiting for her to wait here, and he leaned down and started snowballing.
In the impression, the last time I made a snowman, or when Xiaoyan and Yanyan were five years old, they were small, and they couldn’t pile up, so the two stood in the yard and burst into tears.
At that time, he was eleven years old and his family was still very happy. Under the leadership of Xi Xi, he and the eight-year-old Mucher piled up a morning snowman in the courtyard of the old house, dozens of large and small piles.
When Xi Muqiao came back with a big snowball, Joe Mu also rolled a small one, and he couldn’t do it for him.
Knowing that she couldn't stand the temper, Xi Muqiao smiled and took the snowball from her hand, settled on the big snowball, and then found the utility knife from the small bucket and began to trim it a little.
The wind and snow hit the face of Qiao Mu, but she didn't feel cold at all, but the body exuded warmth from the inside out.
She looked at Xi Muqiao who was kneeling on the floor. His shoulders and black hair had fallen on a thin layer of snow. Snow fell on his eyelashes. It didn't turn into a drop of water, hanging on his thick eyelashes. On, as his blink of an eye trembled.