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Chapter 696 Brother Mu, I'm Not Going To Leave

The moment the door slammed from behind, Qiao Yimo's body was also turned 180 degrees, and her wide-open pupils met a slightly strained handsome face.

"Are you angry with me?" Mu Qingxun stared at Qiao Yimo's eyes, her eyes were so deep that she wanted to penetrate Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo lifted her heart up.

He hugged her too tightly, and his hard and straight chest muscles pressed her chest tightly, which made it difficult for her to raise her breath so easily.

Qiao Yimo opened his lips to help him breathe, and looked at him, "You, you put me down first."

Mu Qingxun stubbornly locked her eyes on her, "Tell me first, are you angry?" Angry, he beat her sweetheart!

"..." Qiao Yimo's throat was slightly blocked, the redness in the corners of his eyes gradually thickened, and even his body in Mu Qingxun's arms began to tremble.

Mu Qingxun felt that a smear of hostility quickly passed through his eyes, his stretched brows twisted into a few dark lines, his thin lips were pursed, and he walked to the 1.2-meter sofa with Qiao Yimo in his arms and sat down.

Qiao Yimo struggled in his arms, but he failed because he was holding her waist arbitrarily.

Mu Qingxun asked Qiao Yimo to sit on his lap, holding her waist with one big hand, and the other hand grasped the back of Qiao Yimo's head from behind, and hooked her head off with a little force. , against his forehead.

With a deterrent and domineering power that made people tremble, he stared straight at Qiao Yimo's eyes, "You're angry, aren't you?"

Qiao Yimo hardly dared to meet his gaze, her eyes turned slightly, her voice was low and hoarse, with a cold engraving, "I didn't."

"Look at me!" Mu Qingchen moved her palm away from the back of Qiao Yimo's head, and instead held Qiao Yimo's cheek, turned to face him, and stared straight into Qiao Yimo's eyes.

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips, looked at Mu Qingxun's eyes with dissatisfaction and stubbornness, but still said, "I don't."

"..." Mu Qingxun stared at her deeply for a while, "Say it again."

"..." The corners of Qiao Yimo's mouth tensed up, and two clusters of small flames ignited in his pupils, "Are you finished?"

"It's not over." After Mu Qingchen finished speaking, she pinched the soft flesh of Qiao Yimo's face with two fingers, and suddenly moved closer, involuntarily blocking Qiao Yimo's lips.

The moment his soft and moist lips touched hers, the image of Mo Xiaolan and Zhang Xintong kissing passionately appeared in her mind almost at the same time.

Qiao Yimo's ten slender fingers squeezed hard, her eyeballs seemed to be pricked by countless thin needles at the same time, the pain was unbearable.

Her throat choked, and Qiao Yimo stared at Mu Qingxun who was kissing her deeply, showing no resistance.

Mu Qingxun kissed her while looking at her closely, the traces of her sad frown between her brows, and the pain in her eyes, the moment they fell into his eyes, they all turned into intense jealousy and swarmed back and forth in his chest hit.

Mu Qingxun took a deep breath, and in the next moment, her long arms wrapped tightly around Qiao Yimo's waist, she got up from the sofa with her in her arms, walked to the bed with two big strides, and pressed her onto the bed.The kiss immediately fell on Qiao Yimo's cheeks like raindrops, and

and neck.

Qiao Yimo raised her head slightly, trembling at the tip of her heart, and looked at Mu Qingxun with wide-eyed panic.

Mu Qingxun pressed her forehead against her, and kissed her nose and lips again and again, her eyes burned like fire across Qiao Yimo's small bare shoulders outside the off-shoulder chiffon, "Why are you dressed like this, to meet him by chance? "

Mu Qingxun's voice was very low and hoarse, which sounded normal, but goosebumps crawled up Qiao Yimo's shoulder.

Qiao Yimo gasped, his lips moved, and when he was about to speak, his lips fell again.

His hand also slid all the way from the side of her face, easily sinking into her collar.

"Mu Qingxun..." Qiao Yimo's eyelashes were drenched, his heart clenched into a ball because of his movements, and he looked at Mu Qingxun's eyes as pitiful as an elk.

Mu Qingxun bit her lower lip, "I said I don't like you calling me by my first and last name."

His other hand hovered dangerously beside Qiao Yimo's short skirt.

Qiao Yimo regretted wearing such a top and short skirt today, and at the same time, she was completely confused, and looked at Mu Qingxun in a panic, "You, have you forgotten what you said?"

"How could you forget? I said you can give me your heart, or don't give it to anyone! But Qiao Qiao, where is your heart now?"

Mu Qing pressed her palms hard.

Qiao Yimo gasped in pain, biting his lower lip involuntarily with his white teeth.

Mu Qingxun saw that her eyes were slightly closed, and the strength in her hand was still loose after all, but she didn't withdraw.

He picked up Qiao Yimo again and let her sit on his lap.

This sitting posture made Qiao Yimo's face flush with panic, and a low cry escaped from his small mouth from time to time. He put his hands on his shoulders and wanted to retreat from his lap, but Mu Qingxun held her waist, and she tried several times. No success.

Mu Qingxun glanced at her, pressed Qiao Yimo's waist even harder, and sealed her lips tightly before Qiao Yimo yelled again.

"Woo..." Qiao Yimo felt that her pupils were rounded, and a pair of eyeballs were trembling in their sockets.

The veins on both sides of Mu Qingxun's temples twitched twice. It was obvious that this level could not satisfy him at all.

"No..." Qiao Yimo burst into tears, her legs shook into sieves, sobbing between Mu Qing's lips and almost collapsed, "Mu, Brother Mu..."

Mu Qingxuan was startled, her fingertips trembled slightly, her thin lips moved away slightly, her dark pupils stared at her, "What did you call me?"

Qiao Yimo hated him to death, but was also afraid of him.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he pursed his mouth and whispered, "You, didn't you ask me to call you brother? I, I did."

The implication is, I listen to you and call you brother, you can't bully me anymore!
In fact, she wanted to call him by his name, and she changed it at the moment of exiting.What can she do?In this situation, if she doesn't admit to being cowardly, what awaits her is the end of being wiped out!
"Call again." Mu Qingxun looked at Qiao Yimo with eyes that were brighter than the [-]-degree sunlight.

"...Brother Mu." Qiao Yimo was completely aggrieved with a "knife resting on his neck" tone.

The corners of Mu Qingxun's mouth lifted up in satisfaction, and a kiss that couldn't be more gentle was placed on Qiao Yimo's mouth with her thin lips, "Call again."

"...Brother Mu." Feeling the temperature at the corner of his mouth, Qiao Yimo's slender eyelashes trembled.

"Call again."

Qiao Yimo's black line slid to his forehead uncontrollably, "...Brother Mu."

Well, after that, Mu Qingxuan did not bully her anymore, she just asked Qiao Yimo to call him Brother Mu like this all the time.

Qiao Yimo was forced to have no choice but to obediently call him over and over again.

Anyway, this night, she either called Brother Mu two hundred times, or 190 nine times!Qiao Yimo felt that he would spit out the three words "Brother Mu" when he saw it in the future!

Even before falling asleep, the words "Brother Mu" hovered in Qiao Yimo's mind.

As for the others, it seemed that from the moment she was hugged to bed by someone, they never appeared in her mind for a second.

……

The next day, surrounded by a mass of flames, Qiao Yimo raised his sweaty eyelashes.

The second that his vision was clear, a soft and gentle man's face was imprinted in his eyes.

Qiao Yimo stared blankly, and calmly accepted the existence of the man.

Seeing the man's flushed face and a drop of sweat hanging from his forehead, Qiao Yimo pursed his lips, turned his eyes to see where the air conditioner was on-hook, and saw that the air conditioner was turned off.

The corner of Joey Mo's mouth twitched, no wonder it's so hot!

The air was closed, and he was hugging himself so tightly, it was luck that the two of them didn't suffer from heatstroke.

Qiao Yimo searched the house for the location of the empty remote control.

Finally saw the remote on the computer desk.

Without hesitation, Qiao Yimo wanted to get out of the man's arms to get the remote control.

But as soon as she moved, the force around her waist tightened an inch.

Qiao Yimo blinked and went to look at Mu Qingxun.

Mu Qingxun closed her eyes and frowned slightly, but she didn't wake up.

Qiao Yimo twitched the corners of her mouth, reached out to grab his arm on her waist, and tried to take it away.

However, Qiao Yimo ended in failure again.

Mu Qingxun's arm seemed to be growing on her waist, and she couldn't take it away no matter what.

Qiao Yimo was very helpless, she raised her eyelids to look at Mu Qingxun.

When he saw the beads of sweat on Mu Qingxun's forehead and temples getting thicker and thicker, and the redness on his face getting heavier, his heart tightened for no reason.

Pursing his upper and lower lips, Qiao Yimo stared at him and said in a low voice, "It's too hot, I'll get the remote control to turn on the air conditioner..." After a pause, "I'm not leaving."

A few seconds after Qiao Yimo finished speaking, he felt the tension on his waist loosen.

Qiao Yimo bit her lower lip, her cheeks were slightly pink, and she took his arm away from her waist.

Get out of bed, walk barefoot to the computer desk, pick up the remote control and turn on the air conditioner.

In a few seconds, the cold wind seeped out from the air outlet, and when it hit Qiao Yimo, Qiao Yimo couldn't help brushing his breath comfortably.

Putting the remote control back on the computer desk, when Qiao Yimo turned to look at Mu Qingxun on the bed, the corner of his eyes inadvertently glanced at his body...

all of a sudden.

Qiao Yimo's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he stood frozen on the spot like a wooden stake.

Who, who can tell her where her clothes go? !
Dozens of seconds, maybe 1 minute.

Qiao Yimo's whole body was as red as fire, she hugged her chest tightly, and rushed into the bathroom screaming in her heart.

In less than ten seconds, Qiao Yimo rushed out again with a bath towel wrapped around her upper body, opened the closet door, grabbed a jacket and pants, and rushed into the bathroom again like the wind.

bang——

The bathroom door was slammed shut.

Bed.

With her eyes closed, Mu Qingxun's crimson thin lips curled up little by little.

Slowly, Mu Qingxun opened his eyes, and there were dots of smiles in his eyes. He suppressed a smile, glanced at the door of the bathroom, and held a piece of water pink in his hand to look at. After a while, I finally couldn't bear it
Got it, Chun laughed out loud.

(End of this chapter)