Chapter 45: The young grass was smashed by the old cow

Xi Muqiao raised his hand and sent the cigarette to his lips. The eyelids sucked slightly, and the smoke did not pass through the lungs, and it slowly overflowed from his thin lips.
"Twenty years old."
"Real and false, look like this tender and quick water, it is sixteen or seven years old, Da Linzi, you are embarrassed, tender and tender?"
South Lin Mo took over the marriage certificate of Xi Muqiao. Indeed, the little girl looks very tender. If I don’t say it, I can’t guess it’s already twenty years old.
"Hey, it’s a pity that people have a good grass and they have been smashed by Mucho’s old cow!"
The voice just fell, and when I looked up, I saw a glass of wine flying across from him. He turned his head, and the wine glass flew past his ear, and then there was a crisp crack.
The seasons have a lingering pat on the chest, looking back at the wine glass that is already a pile of debris, especially the good risk, almost a headshot.
"Where, Mucho, you lose my glass, crystal, 50,000 yuan, I will remember your account directly."
When Xi Muqiao didn't talk, the breath of the whole body was very gloomy and cold, and people were unconsciously trembled, but this kind of momentum had no effect on the story of Ji Su.
"We thought that you have been destined to keep your male body alone for the rest of your life. You are good. First, the virgin body is broken without any interest, and then the marriage is silent, Mu Qiao. Next time, is it necessary to give birth to the child silently, and the old man who is boring is really terrible."
Ji Su pouted and looked at the non-verbal Xi Muqiao, screaming twice, he was yelling at him, watching him look so gloomy, really uncomfortable.
Brush, a cigarette flew over, the quarters were prepared, and flashed to the side, then the cigarette with Mars fell on the high-grade leather sofa, and instantly burned a small hole, the air filled with a burning hair the taste of.
The season of that meat hurts, busy with the cigarette butts, mom! He is easy, comforting, and going to the inside.
"Italian imports of handmade leather sofas, 200,000, also remember your account."
Xi Muqiao lifted his eyelids and cleared his mouth.
"Noisy!"
"by!"
Ji Su felt that he was very wronged, and it was too much to be dismissed.
In the south, Mo’s marriage certificate was released, and Xi Muqiao played a cigarette in the past, and the sound was equally light.
"Isn't this what you have been looking forward to for many years, what are you upset about?"
Xi Muqiao irritated a short hair, rubbing his cigarette in his mouth, not lit.
I felt very angry at first, but now I have to calm down and think about it, but it is not a big deal.
If the little wants to pay, she will pay for it. If she wants to take the 91 yuan, she will take it. If she wants to get divorced, he will listen to it. How big is it, he needs to make such a big fire. What?
The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sit still. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and he didn't know if the little had eaten.
"I am very happy to register for marriage, that is, a little thing happened, and it was a bit unpleasant."
In the south, there are long legs and overlapping, and the thin lips are a little curved.
"You lost your temper to the little scorpion?"
"Yep."
When I listened to it, I couldn’t stop talking about it, patted the table, and how you feel so uneasy.
"When you get angry, the whole person is just like the fire-breathing dragon. The big men in your hand can't stand it. The little is so big, it's a big bit, you can't be scared!"
"I didn't marry her."
"So how are you doing her?"
Xi Muqiao moved his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows. It was a headache, and his voice was light and faint.
"I put the money on her."
Seasons: "..."
South Lin also looked up and looked at the past, frowning, apparently did not expect Xi Muqiao to actually do this kind of thing.
Ji Su opened his mouth, half a ring, only to say long.
"Then you might as well swear by her. You are finished with Mu Qiao. With my understanding of women, this is a great insult to them. The little nephew must be particularly sad. You don't think about your wedding night tonight."
He got up and picked up his coat and hung it in his arms. He picked up the marriage certificate on the table and walked toward the door.
The season yelled, "Why are you going?"
Xi Muqiao did not return, "Go home."
"Hey, this person, calling us out and running again, Da Linzi, you said, so the small chance that Mu Qiao has found the little nephew, how can the trick still be single?"
In the south, there was no moth, no words, and the wine was gently shaken, watching the wine inside swaying on the glass wall.
He suddenly remembered a beautiful little face, like a wild cat, sometimes gentle and spoiled, sometimes icy and hot.
Xi Muqiao threw the coat into the co-pilot, leaned on the back of the chair, took out the mobile phone, locked the screen, unlocked it, locked the screen, and untied it. He now wants to call the little bastard, but thinks of the little bastard. Divorce, or throw the phone aside.
He snorted, and he decided to dry the little and cure her wilderness, or else he would have it later.
I took out the marriage certificate, opened it, and looked at the photos of the two people. He was wearing a suit and a white sweater. The clothes of the two were not so good, but the two smiles were the same, and the lips were hooked.
He stared at this little photo. For a long time, he couldn't open his eyes. His heart filled with joy. He thought about things for more than ten years. When it came true, the little finally became his wife.
The index finger clicked on the photo on Joe Mu's delicate face, and the man's voice was filled with deep pets.
"Little bastard, the temper is quite big!"
Hey, the window was ringing, and Xi Muqiao turned his head and lowered the window.
"Muchoge."
The delicate and delicate face of the woman outside the car window appeared in front of her eyes, smiling, and with agile vitality, Xi Muqiao's eye movements fretting, faint.
"Face."
In the car, Xi Muqiao turned the heating up, turned to look at the little face that smiled at himself, and had a faint smile on his eyes.
"A person comes out?"
Mo Rongyan shook her head and played with the little ornaments in the car. The small face of the palm was full of excitement, and the big eyes were very smart.
"With your friends, just see your car."
Looking at these smart eyes, he suddenly remembered the eyes of the little bastard, but the bottom of the eyes, with the stubbornness of the dead.
When Mo Rongyan shook his head, a touch of bruise in the corner of the eye was flashed from the face of Xi Muqiao, and was covered by long hair. The stunned look, the bruise was so awkward on the white face, his heart shrank. There is no wave on the surface, and the question is quiet.
"How about Muham?"
"Very, very good."
The big eyes that had been confronted with Xi Muqiao, when they heard the inquiry from Xi Muqiao, the eyes involuntarily began to float to the side.