Tempting You to Marry Me—Pampered Cute Wifey

She is extremely ticklish, and almost laughs and goes back, so that it will take a while to slow down.

With Xi Muqiao so busy, the mood of depression suddenly eased a lot, and she was holding her hand on her waist.

"Uncle, do you know Qin War?"

Xi Muqiao indulged for a moment and nodded, "Rock King Qin War?"

"Well, that's him, what, he is my master now." Qiao Mu stared at his handsome face with a big eye, for fear that he would turn his face in the next moment.

Sure enough, Xi Muqiao was silent.

Qiao Mu was a little nervous, and the little hand did not consciously start to wring the clothes. According to the terms of the deed, all matters related to her must be approved by him, but she did not tell him to agree with it privately...

Xi Muqiao looked at her uneasy big eyes, kissed her fragrant hair, and took off her small hand that twitched her clothes. "What time?"

"That is, the time I left home."

When I left home, that is, when I sang in the bar, I recognized Master. He didn't believe that the quarters didn't know about it. The obvious thing was that he was glaring at himself.

His face still smirked, and he couldn't see if he was angry or not angry.

Qiao Muzhen asked, "Uncle, are you angry?"

He asked, "Why am I angry?"

The man’s voice is still gentle, but Qiao Mu’s heart is still playing drums. “Because I didn’t inform you, I promised it without your consent.”

Xi Muqiao loved her soft little body, and squatted on her thin back from time to time, answering her surprise. "With you, you like it."

Oh, this is over?

This is too gentle and too good to talk!

Xi Muqiao looked at her horrified appearance and smiled. "You are worried about this?"

"No, not this, Master Qin Warfare asked me to follow him for training in the last two weeks, and then went to his tour concert to perform, I promised..."

Joe Mu said that the sound is smaller, because Xi Muqiao’s face is already a little hard to look at, and the big hand that strops her back does not move.

He lifted her up and let her sit on his lap, and the black squats locked tightly and locked her.

Qiao Mu was seen by his faint black sputum, compared to his gloomy silence, she would rather let her slap her a few slaps of joy, so that she really suffered.

As he watched, her little head was getting lower and lower, and she was buried in his chest. It was like this. She could still feel two sharp eyes on her head, as if she was about to burn her head out of two holes. .

For a moment, he patted her ass, and the unpleasant voice rang, "Go to the corner."

She did not dare to disobey him, especially in the case that she was wrong, so at this time, he said what she did, trying to suppress his anger.

I don't know if this man was deliberately decorated. There are four corners in total, and three cabinets and decorations are installed. Only this corner is empty, and it is particularly awkward in this dazzling music room.

She ran to the corner and stood up, acknowledging her attitude. "Uncle, I am wrong, I will not dare anymore!"

Xi Muqiao is still very unhappy. "You don't have to put a word on your sentence, the signature is printed by hand."

"Use."

Xi Muqiao is very unhappy now. He didn't want his little wife to go out and show up, and even more reluctant to see her show her charming face on the stage.

When I think of so many stinky men looking at her with the kind of red fruit underneath, he wants to go crazy!

The last time I went to the quarter bar to sing, he cheated on her, and he was embarrassed. In order to please her, it was the default. If she was to sing in the bar, he would definitely disagree.

But this little **** is good, and he has directly brought him a more plug-in thing. Although he is not interested in these concerts, he also knows that there are many people who go there.

At that time, when so many stinky men wanted to watch the wife’s performance, he would be unhappy, his wife, only let him close the door and watch it slowly!

Looking up, chest and ass, Qiao Mu stood straight, small hands clinging to the trousers, only hope that Uncle's anger quickly dissipated, and then agreed to go to the concert.

After all, she promised Master, if she can't go, it's not a living face of Master!

Ten minutes later, the voice of Qiao Mu’s trembling came, “Uncle--”

"To shut up."

After another five minutes, Qiao Mu’s voice shook even more. “Uncle –”

The cold voice of the man came, "There are still fifteen minutes."

Qiao Mu mourned, fell on the carpet and then softly smashed down, a pair of I will soon be alive.

Xi Muqiao frowned, looking at the little **** lying on the carpet, long fingers licking the eyebrows, this little **** is doing what ghosts, how can everything be played?

"come."

Qiao Mu climbed over like this, and pulled the man's big hand. He said with incompetence, "Uncle, I am so hungry, it is really no strength. If you have enough to eat, then you can stand still?"

"..."

Qiao Mu is really hungry. Now it is more than seven o'clock in the evening. In order to wait for the uncle to come back for dinner, she has been holding back, plus she has been worried about the problem of Master's concert. She did not even eat the durian cake made by Wang Hao. !

On the dining table, Qiao Mu relished the durian cake with a taste of it, and Xi Muqiao took his nose and sat far away.

He frowned at the gorging wife, who was disgusted with it. I really don't know how the wife would like such a heavy food. Durian, let alone eat, he just smells and wants to vomit!

Wang Hao was busy in the kitchen. Qiao Mu swallowed the food in his mouth and shouted at her. "Wang Hao, I want to eat Durian Melaleuca Cake tomorrow. Would you do that?"

Wang Hao smiled and put the food on the table. "Wife likes to eat, Wang Hao will do it."

Xi Muqiao was simply unable to bear the old woman and two women. He held his breath and walked over, and put the durian cake in front of Joe Mu into the kitchen.

Qiao Mu was eating a happy, cold and stunned by Xi Muqiao, and she quickly got up and chased, "Uncle, still my durian cake!"

Just chasing the kitchen, I saw that Xi Muqiao dumped the remaining pieces of durian into the trash.

"..."

Qiao Mu immediately burst into tears, her durian crispy -

She hasn't eaten enough yet!

"Sim Mucho, you are an old bastard. If you can't eat it yourself, you won't let me eat. How can you have such a bad person!"

Xi Muqiao opened the window and ventilated. The gloomy face was darker. He could tolerate that she had been eating for five minutes. This is the limit. If someone dares to put the durian into his house, he will pretend to throw people out!