hello cold husband

Chapter 249 Mother Qiao's Disease (1)

While Jingmei was joking, Yunmo had already pushed the door open and entered.

The moment he entered the door, Yun Mo was slightly absent-minded.

I have never seen such a dazzling Jojo, even if she wore a red carpet dress by a certain star last time, she was not so stunning.

The ball head that had always been coiled around the back of her head had been loosened, perhaps with traces of being tied, and the hair that had always been straight and smooth was now slightly curly, hanging on her white shoulders, charming and charming.

The long skirt is short in the front and long in the back, and the satin in the front just reaches the ankle
The pair of eight-centimeter-high crystal high heels were exposed, such slender heels and shiny crystals made her ankles even more charming and captivating.

The wedding dress outlines her perfect curve along her slender waist, and when she moves a little, the skirt will make waves under the light, so alluring.

The hem of the long skirt behind her seemed to be carefully held by her hands, as if she was afraid of getting it dirty.

Seeing her, she was a little nervous.

There was no time to get her hair done, so she quickly let go of the hem of her skirt that was tightly held by her hands to get a haircut.

However, she was afraid that the hem of the skirt would be dragged to the ground and be stained with dust particles, so that she was a little flustered, and before her hair was smoothed out, she lifted the hem of the skirt again.

This embarrassment and tension, he had a panoramic view.

He walked over naturally, his slender fingertips fell on her hair and brushed it.

Kissing the familiar fragrance on her strands of blue hair, slightly absent-minded, he couldn't help but stand behind her, put his hands around her waist, and wrapped her around her so that her back was turned to him, into his arms.

"Jojo, you look so beautiful today."

For this wedding, Qiao Xiaoan actually didn't have so many extravagant expectations.

I only hope that I can have a fairly beautiful wedding dress on my body. When Ah Mo looks at it wearing a wedding dress, I can have eyes of appreciation and approval on her.

If you can ask for more.

She hoped that there would be more obsession and amazement in his eyes.

And these, when she turned slightly and faced him, she saw all of them.

As long as she has this look, she feels that even if there is no wedding and those extravagant ostentations, it will be enough.

The eyes of the two met for a while, and her cheeks became more and more red, as if she could feel her ears burning.

So, she hurriedly lowered her head, bit her lip, and reached out to pull the invisible zipper on her side, "I, I'd better take it off."

"Don't take it off." He quickly grabbed her hand, "Let me take another look."

"..." Her face became more and more red.

Obviously looking into A Mo's eyes, there are surprises, appreciation, approval, and obsession, but she still thinks this is her own illusion?

But he didn't dare to raise his head to look at him more.

She had even lived as a married couple, yet she felt ashamed at this moment.

And it's unprecedented.

But I desperately hope that Ah Mo can fall in love with her a little more, a little more, a little more.

All kinds of thoughts rushed into her heart, so that her face became more and more red, and her reaction became slow.

For some reason, Ah Mo took him into his arms again.

His unique, familiar masculine breath bursts out, pleasant and unique.

"Qiao Qiao, if I didn't have strong control, I really want to marry you right now."

Maybe after the series of mental activities just now, she was really a little confused, and replied without thinking, "Okay."

"..." He was surprised, "You are distracted."

She touched her head, "No, I'm too nervous, my head is a little confused."

"..." He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly, but felt that she was a little naturally dumb now.

"Ah Mo." Getting up from his arms, she looked a little embarrassed, "Why don't you go out, I'm so scared that you're here."

"Old husband and wife, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"No, you go out."

He stared at her again, afraid that she would not be able to continue trying on the next few sets of clothes.

But then, every time she changed a set of clothes, Ah Mo would accompany her.

So much so that even Jingmei noticed her face as red as a tomato.

He also joked that they can be so passionate and romantic even after marriage.

Just kidding, but the few sets of clothes Jingmei made seemed to be in place in one step.

Every set fits very well, and Qiao Xiaoan likes every set very much, especially the wedding dress and Hanfu.

If it is paired with the Fengguan and Jinbuyao sent by Deng Jiaru and a whole set of retro jewelry, it will definitely have a classic charm.

On New Year's Day, Qiao Xiaoan suddenly looked forward to it.

But there are still two or three months before New Year's Day.

Although it's still a long time, the Yunqiao family seems to be very busy.

On the second day of trying on the wedding dress, Qiao Xiaoan went back to the moonlight in the lotus pond.

On this early winter morning, the streets of City D are always foggy.

Qiao Xiaoan was sitting in Ah Mo's car, even though it was early winter, she still opened the car window, lying on it and looking at the street scene.

Because of the fog, I couldn't see far.

She watched, watched, and smirked alone.

Ade in front was driving the car and heard her silly laughter.

I think the young lady who came to their family must be so happy because the wedding is approaching.

When returning to the moonlight in the lotus pond, Ade did not go in, but parked the car outside the courtyard, saying that he would pick her up when she was about to return.

Carrying a bag, twisting the bag, she entered the room happily, and saw her parents sitting in front of the sofa from a distance, both of them were wearing presbyopic glasses, and the tea table was covered with big green wedding stickers.

When I got closer, my father was writing an invitation card, and my mother was talking about it.

"Mistress, you are bullying my father, let him write alone."

"It's not that you don't know, your father's handwriting is good, but my handwriting is so ugly."

"It's the first time I've seen you so self-aware."

"Of course you can't neglect your wedding. No matter how big or small the matter is, it must be done well. This invitation must be written beautifully."

Over there, Qiao Shiwen, who was lying on the table and seriously writing the invitation card, raised his head and smiled at his daughter, "Your mother, the first one I wrote was your third uncle's house. In front of Fan and your aunt, let's show off."

Yuan Meili: "That's right, when we Xiao An got married, we also invited the famous host Li Qing to be the officiant. How grand is that?"

Qiao Xiaoan: "Mistress, I knew that you would definitely make a big fuss about this matter."

Qiao Shiwen: "Your mother sewed people and said that there are almost no one who knows her who doesn't know about it."

Qiao Xiao'an: "Dad, my mother and queen can be so proud, that's because of your son-in-law's ability to set up such a big scene."

The three of them were chatting when Yuan Meili suddenly bent over, clutching her stomach and frowning.

Qiao Shiwen is still chatting with his daughter, he is keeping a low profile, and he can't be competitive.

Therefore, Yuan Meili's sudden discomfort has not been noticed for the time being, and Qiao Xiaoan didn't notice until she lay down on the sofa.

"Master, what's the matter with you?"

"Stomach hurts, it hurts."

"Did you eat too much chili today?"

"I'm going to the bathroom, maybe."

When Yuan Meili went to the toilet, Qiao Shiwen said again, "Your mother has no appetite recently, she always likes to eat chili, she keeps eating, and she always complains of stomachache."

"The mouth of the queen mother is the same as mine." Qiao Xiaoan looked at the invitations written on the table, "it is impossible for her not to eat spicy food. Dad, please make more chrysanthemum tea for my mother." , lower the fire."

(End of this chapter)