Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 364 Go back and reunite with her

Cong Yi's eyes wandered between the two, and he gave Qiao Mobai a meaningful look, "I'm not someone who values ​​sex over friends, besides..."

She lengthened the ending, slowly raised her white and clean little hand, raised Qiao Mobai's chin, raised her exquisite eyebrows slightly, cleared her throat and said, "Your color... that's all. "

Qiao Mobai showed a shy expression, he was not angry, and smiled sweetly, "Then you go with sister-in-law first, and come to me after you finish talking."

Cong Yi nodded in satisfaction, then let go of Qiao Mobai's chin, and followed Tong Xiaoyun, who was already in a daze, back to the bedroom.

After closing the door, she asked, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Tong Xiaoyun swallowed, a little excited, "Hey, Cong Yi, you are really capable, no, you have to teach me."

She said, grabbed Cong Yi's hand and sat down on the sofa, "Teach me, how did you train Mo Bai so well?"

Cong Yi showed a proud face, straightened her chest silently, raised her chin proudly like a queen, "Well..."

She glanced up and down at Tong Xiaoyun's cowardly look, and shook her head with her nose relishing, "You'll never learn it, so forget it."

Hearing this, Tong Xiaoyun was frustrated for a while, and her small body suddenly became shorter again, "Why can't I learn?"

Cong Yi didn't have the patience to explain this to Tong Xiaoyun, after all, it doesn't matter if she made it clear, after all, she was eaten to death by Qiao Moshen in her life.

"Stop talking nonsense, what on earth did you ask me for?"

Only then did Tong Xiaoyun think of business, and immediately gave Cong Yi the letter he had just got back from his son.

"Look, uncle left me this letter... a note, what do you think I should do?"

Cong Yi took the note, glanced at it, and threw it on the coffee table.

Tong Xiaoyun felt displeased with her actions, so she immediately took the letter paper and folded it like a treasure.

Cong Yi rolled her eyes and shook her head, secretly thinking that Tong Xiaoyun is hopeless in her life.

"What should I do? Just wait."

Of course Tong Xiaoyun knew that she would have to wait, no matter how long she waited.

But she was still unconvinced and must punish Qiao Moshen, but she couldn't think of any earth-shattering ideas.

"Cong Yi, give me some advice, uncle is so hateful, how do you think I should punish him?"

Cong Yi immediately glanced at Tong Xiaoyun up and down, as if looking at a stranger, and said eccentrically, "Yo, you are willing to punish your family, you are really promising, I don't care about this matter, don't you When the family got angry, you turned around and sold me out."

Tong Xiaoyun's heart was pierced with a sword by Cong Yi's words, it hurt so much!
Is she really that kind of person?

Her pink lips parted, and her sweet little face showed an expression of wanting to speak, Cong Yi stood up suddenly, "I won't talk nonsense with you, my family is still waiting for me to come and have a visit."

When Tong Xiaoyun heard the word "Lin Xing", she immediately turned on the gossip mode, stood up and asked, "Hey, did you fuck Mo Bai?"

Cong Yi waved his hand as he walked out, "I didn't, but he fucked my hand."

Tong Xiaoyun didn't understand, she was confused for a moment, and was about to ask, but Cong Yi had already walked out and closed the door outside.

His hands were fucked, what does that mean?
……

Half a month later, Dubai.

At the old man's funeral, Qiao Moshen took off his mask for the first time, revealing Lushan's true face.

"Joe Moshen?"

"It turned out to be Qiao Moshen?"

Surprised voices did not attract Qiao Mo's deep attention. He stood in front of the old man's portrait, bowed deeply three times, then turned around slowly, and gave his subordinates a wink.

Dan understood it, and immediately walked out of the mourning hall, and came back after a while, followed by three people.

In the hands of three people, one person is being held.

This person is Qiao Moshen's biggest rival, Xin Ka.

Ten days ago, Qiao Moshen got the position of the leader of ThreeA from the old man. While organizing the funeral for the old man, he captured Xin Ka and his henchmen in a thunderous manner.

Now, except for those who were loyal to Xinka, all the others had been taken under Qiao Moshen's command.

Xinka was kept by Qiao Moshen until now.

All the veterans present were surprised again, and whispered to each other in praise of Qiao Moshen's ability to handle affairs.

In just a few days, Xinka and his subordinates had all been captured by Qiao Moshen. They even wondered whether the death of the old man was also related to Qiao Moshen.

But no matter what, Qiao Moshen is the most powerful in the entire organization. Even if the old man's death is really related to Qiao Moshen, they dare not say anything.

Besides, they are all people buried up to their necks in the loess, and they don't want to care about the affairs of the organization, big or small, and the most important thing is to spend their old age peacefully.

As for Xinka, they don't want to care about it, anyway, they just want to live a peaceful life now.

Qiao Moshen's subordinates pressed Xin Ka in front of the photo of the old man, made him kneel down, forced him to kowtow a few times, and threw him at Qiao Moshen's feet.

Xin Ka immediately wanted to stand up, but was forced to the ground again.

Qiao Mo narrowed his deep eyes slightly, and looked down at Xinka from a high position. His whole body was like an iceberg, and his sternness revealed an inherent nobility, which made people feel unattainable and as low as dust.

"Do you have anything else to say?" He asked indifferently, his eyes were filled with cold stars, showing a bit of murderous aura.

Xin Ka struggled a few more times, but he couldn't defeat the strength of the three of them alone, so he was forced to kneel at Qiao Moshen's feet.

Gritting his teeth, he raised his head, stared fiercely at Qiao Moshen, and said through gritted teeth, "Unless you kill me now, I will definitely repay you for the humiliation you gave me today."

Qiao Mo heard the words deeply, and his beautiful lips slowly curved slightly, and nodded, "Don't worry, I won't let you live past today."

After finishing speaking, he didn't say anything more, and bowed to the old man's coffin again, and gave Dan a wink.

Dan also nodded, and led his subordinates to escort Xinka out of the mourning hall. Without giving Xinka any chance, he took his life directly.

This is Qiao Moshen's order.

In order to be together with Tong Xiaoyun without any worries, he had to kill Xin Ka and not give him the slightest chance to come back from the dead.

Now, everything is settled and over, and he can finally come back to her, never to be apart again.

……

Night came as expected, and above the dark night, the sky full of stars had already been ignited.

Tong Xiaoyun was sitting on the carpet in front of the sofa in the bedroom, facing her son and Duan Wangshu.

On the coffee table between the three of them, Tong Xiaoyun threw poker cards that were originally chaotic.

Qiao Yichen and Duan Wangshu looked at each other, then shook their heads helplessly, "Mom, why don't you play again, and Uncle Duan and I will definitely let you win the next round."

"No need!" Tong Xiaoyun roared with great backbone, and jumped up, "I've said it all, you don't need to let me, if you two let me, I will...I don't recognize your son, I don't even recognize you as a friend."

Duan Wangshu had a full view of the anger on Tong Xiaoyun's face, and couldn't help but laugh.

But he also knows that if he laughs now, he won't be able to sleep tonight, and he will hurt his precious godson with takeout.

Qiao Yichen also wanted to laugh, his thinking was the same as Duan Wangshu's, and he didn't want to hurt the other party.

"Since you don't need us to let you, and you have this attitude if you lose, tell me, who will dare to play Landlord with you in the future?"

After losing ten games in a row, Tong Xiaoyun became angry and swept the poker on the coffee table with her slender arms, but now she has more backbone.

It was the first time Duan Wangshu saw such a person.

Isn't this embarrassing?
What do you want them to do?

Could it be that he could only bear her temper here silently?
"Anyway, I don't need you to let me... let's do it again. I don't believe that I can't beat you this time."

As Tong Xiaoyun said, she sat down on the same spot again, looked at Duan Wangshu who was sitting motionless on the sofa, and suddenly became angry again.

"I said, what are you still doing sitting there like a stake? Why don't you pick up poker?"

Duan Wangshu was taken aback, as if struck by lightning.

"You let me pick it up?"

Tong Xiaoyun didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this, "Should Edward still pick it up?"

Duan Wangshu nodded, raised his eyebrows at Tong Xiaoyun, and seemed to ask again, "What about you?"

Tong Xiaoyun understood, and immediately showed a pitiful expression on her clear and snow-like little face, innocent like a deer, arousing pity.

Blinking her starry eyes, she pursed her mouth and said, "I'm a weak woman, I can't lift my shoulders, how can I do such heavy work?"

Duan Wangshu praised Tong Xiaoyun for this reason, shook his head helplessly, and sighed exaggeratedly before slowly standing up, "Okay, I'll pick it up if I pick it up, and just treat it as what I owe you in the last life."

Tong Xiaoyun giggled, "What you owed me in your previous life, I only let you pick up poker in this life. You can make a lot of money, so you can go and have fun while you have nothing to do."

Duan Wangshu wanted to vomit blood.

Is he still having fun?
I don't know where to cry.

What a little devil, is he deeply infected by Jomo?
But, for more than two years, she has been with him, an angel, all the time?

Why didn't you see her become kinder?

It seems that the power of the demon like Qiao Moshen is stronger.

Duan Wangshu reshuffled the cards and said seriously, "One last time, if you lose, don't get angry again. Let me and Edward rest."

Tong Xiaoyun couldn't hold back anymore, she rolled her eyes at Duan Wangshu and said angrily, "I know, I know, it's the last time."

After drawing the cards, Tong Xiaoyun immediately studied his own cards in detail.

Do you want to be called the landlord?
"Call the landlord!" This was Qiao Yichen's voice.

Tong Xiaoyun caught his breath in the throat, looked at his lovely son angrily, gritted his teeth, and was about to speak, when a familiar Su voice came from behind, "What do you think if you don't rob the landlord?"

(End of this chapter)