Chapter 187: Xi Muqiao feels that she is very wrong.

"I don't know, I didn't say that, my wife, don't worry, I won't come back later, I will call and ask."
After returning to the room, Wang Hao wanted to help her bathe, and she blushes and lives.
After a few days, Xi Muqiao was too crazy last night. She was all traces of his stay, even on the inside of the thigh. She didn’t have that face to see her a hickey.
"Wang, you are going to be busy, I am fine, I can, I have a stool in the bathroom, nothing."
Wang Hao looked at his wife's red face and suddenly realized that Mr. and his wife were tired together all day. The relationship between the two was so good, young and energetic. It was normal to have such a thing happen.
"Then I will be outside, my wife must call me."
Joe Mu nodded. After watching Wang Hao go out, she locked the bathroom door, pulled the stool next to it and began to undress.
She stood in front of the mirror and looked at the traces of her body, sighing heavily.
This is what she did. Originally, her relationship with the uncle was so good. Uncle’s own favor, because of his own brain, made this situation.
She used to read in the book, and the man who likes to leave traces in the love of love, most of them have a strong possessive desire, and is very overbearing, Xi Muqiao just all echoed.
After the shower, she put on her robe, and she slowly lifted it out against the wall. Although it was still aching ankle pain, it was still within her tolerance.
Back to the chuang side, pick up the clothes that Wang Hao found out, and she sat on the chuang, and she was a little breathless.
"Wang Hao, I am finished, you go to work."
Wang Hao responded with a sigh of a few things to pay attention to, and then went downstairs.
When Wang Hao went downstairs, Xi Muqiao just came back, and she rushed to meet the clothes and scarves in his hand.
"Mr. Have dinner, my wife just finished eating, and the food is still hot."
Xi Muqiao had a touch of alcohol. He loosened his tie and untied the top two buttons on the shirt. "I have eaten outside, Wang Hao, let's go to rest, I can come by myself."
Wang Hao knows very well about Xi Muqiao. He said that if he comes, he will not let others intervene.
Wang Hao nodded. "Mr. has something to call me. My wife just had a shower, and lying on the chuang, the ankle is swollen."
Xi Muqiao’s eyes moved and nodded, indicating that he knew. He turned and walked toward the living room. He asked while walking.
Where is the wife’s medicine?

"On the chuang head cabinet in your bedroom."
After Wang Hao left, Xi Muqiao sat on the sofa, boringly pressed the remote control, and finally threw the remote control toward the sofa, took out the cigarette from the bottom of the coffee table, popped one, and broke into the mouth.
He squinted and smoked, his thoughts were free, except for occasionally reaching for the ash, and he remained in the same position for the rest of the day.
I don't know how long it took, when Xi Muqiao once again reached for a cigarette, only to find that a box of cigarettes had been exhausted, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.
His smoking habits were not big. He pumped so much all of a sudden, his throat was so dry, and his chest was a little uncomfortable. He frowned and took a cup of water to moisten his throat.
He chuckled and laughed and even smoked.
He looked up at the stairs, his eyebrows twisted, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
To be honest, I was planning not to go home tonight, but Wang Hao called and said that his wife had sprained her foot. It was quite serious. He had the urge to go home. The keys to the car were in his hands. He went to the door and turned back. .
He was still angry, didn't want to see her, but worried about her foot injury. Xi Muqiao felt that she was very wrong, and she wanted to see her and didn't want to see her.
It feels too bad for him. He is so big that he is so big, and for the first time, he has the idea that he can't make a swing.
A cup of underwater belly, the scorpion is still very dry, and my heart is beginning to be anxious.
Coveted a look at the watch, nine to fifty.
Counting, the wife is still not sleeping, it is estimated to hold a mobile phone to brush Weibo or a circle of friends.
It was really boring. He turned over the snacks of Joe Mu from the drawer in the bottom of the coffee table. These were all sent by people on a regular basis. They were afraid that the wife would be too bored at home and let her pass the time.
It was so good for her that she was so daring to break the sky.
He tore a bag of Pecans, licking it and peeling it away. He seldom eats these things. When his wife leans in his arms to watch TV, he occasionally puts a few in his mouth.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the coffee table was full of bags and nut skins. He threw the last Hawaiian fruit into his mouth and looked at the table and picked his eyebrows.
Starting today, all the small snacks that are served by the wife in the family, the seasonal fruits, and all kinds of fresh gadgets, all stop.
He was really mad, and he was angry. She didn't explicitly tell her that she still didn't want her children. She also stole food to avoid ~yun~ medicine.
If it is said that she had eaten before, but last night, in the case of knowing that his palace was cold, knowing that he had eaten twice in the past month or so, he dared to eat ~yun~ medicine.
If he remembers correctly, tomorrow is the time for her to come to the holiday, that is to say, she is a safe period in recent days. In this case, even if he does not take measures, he will not be yun.
But she still has to eat ~yun~ medicine, does it mean that she wants to take any chance to take advantage of it!
At 11:30, Xi Muqiao got up on his body. At this time, the wife should sleep like a dead pig.
Gently open the door, and gently close it, although Xi Muqiao's face is cold, but his eyes are soft and uncontrollable.
There was no light in the bedroom, and the man was already asleep, but he was not lying flat, but was sitting half-squatting, his head squatting, and the posture looked very twisted.
Xi Muqiao walked lightly to the side of Chuang and touched her little hand. Although the heating was very good, her little hand was still cold, and Xi Muqiao raised her eyebrows.
Gently lift her up, lay it flat, cover the quilt, lick the horn, and then get up.
He stood in front of Chuang, his hands copied his pockets, and he looked at the little face with a big palm.
Sleeping Joe Mu looks particularly well-behaved, and the thick eyelashes are quietly in the eye sockets, quiet and peaceful, it is hard to imagine that this little thing is a curse.
For a moment, Xi Muqiao took the medicine on the chuang head cabinet, bent over and sat on the side of the chuang, opened the corner of the quilt, and gently lifted the swollen little foot out.
The skin of the small things is particularly white, the feet are white as jade, the toes are very cute, and the light red capillaries can be seen inside the instep.
He easily wrapped her little feet in the palm of his hand with a big hand. The line of sight was swollen and the ankle was swollen.
Xi Muqiao frowned at the redness, licking her lips, her face was not very nice.
Although he is still angry with him, he is really distressed.
Afraid of the medicine too cold to wake her up, he held the small bottle in his hand, waiting for the syrup to be warm, then sprayed on the redness.
After the spray, the little foot in the palm shrank abruptly.