Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 68 Husband, let's go in

At 25:[-] in the afternoon, the school bell rang.

Tong Xiaoyun packed her schoolbag and walked towards the school gate together with Cong Yi and Du Ruo.

As soon as she went out, she saw Qiao Moshen's car.

He really came, but she thought he was just talking in front of Jiang Zheng.

"Well... Qiao Moshen is here, I'm leaving first." She turned around and waved to Cong Yi and Du Ruo, and was about to walk to Qiao Moshen's car, but Du Ruo grabbed her.

"You just leave like this? In any case, you should let your husband treat us to dinner."

Tong Xiaoyun thought about it, and it seemed the same thing happened.

They made an appointment before, and whoever has a partner must treat them to dinner.

But her other half is Qiao Moshen, would that old man be willing to hang out with a group of children?

If she went to ask Qiao Moshen, and he said he was unwilling, wouldn't it be embarrassing for her?

Forget it, let her test it out first.

"After the college entrance examination, you two get good grades in the exam, and I'll treat you to a big meal." She pushed Du Ruo's hand away, waved at the two, and turned around, Qiao Moshen had already got off the car and walked over .

Qiao Mo's deep gaze fell directly on Tong Xiaoyun and Du Ruo's hands, and his expression improved slightly when he saw that their hands were loosened.

After a few steps with long legs, Qiao Mo stretched out his arms, wrapped Tong Xiaoyun's shoulders and hugged her into his arms, "Hello, I'm here to pick up Yun'er from school."

Cong Yi saw the huge difference in height between the two, and couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Qiao, you just found a crutch."

Tong Xiaoyun heard slowly that Cong Yi was laughing at her height, and immediately got angry, "I'm still growing, how do you know I'll be this tall for the rest of my life, be careful that I overtake you."

Cong Yi is only 1.6 meters three now, but her innate arrogance makes her look much taller than Tong Xiaoyun.

"I'll really wait and see." Cong Yi said slowly, raising her hands to brush her delicate and capable short hair.

Jomo smiled faintly, "Let's go, didn't you just say you want me to treat you to dinner?"

Startled, Tong Xiaoyun raised her small head and stared at Qiao Moshen with starry eyes.

She hasn't tried it yet, why did he agree so readily?
"Great, great, let's go." Du Ruo clapped his hands and said, looking very happy.

Cong Yi cleared her throat, as if reminding Du Ruo to pay attention to her image.

It's just a meal, and it's not like I haven't eaten.

"Please." Qiao Moshen let go of Tong Xiaoyun's shoulder, took her little hand firmly, and led Cong Yi and Du Ruo to the car.

He drove here by himself, Tong Xiaoyun naturally sat in the co-pilot's seat, Cong Yi and Du Ruo sat in the back.

A group of people came to the largest restaurant in the commercial street. As soon as they entered, a super beautiful waitress greeted them. When they saw Qiao Moshen with a well-trained smile, they were a little more amazed. "welcome."

Tong Xiaoyun stared at the waiter with an angelic face and a devilish figure for a while, then looked up at Qiao Moshen, who had a pale complexion. Not knowing where the anger came from, he grabbed Qiao Moshen's arm, "Husband, let's go in."

Qiao Moshen was flattered, but he didn't show it, "Let's go."

After ordering, the waiter went down.

Du Ruo's pent-up smile finally released, "Tong Xiaoyun, what are you doing? He just took one more look at your husband to see how jealous you are."

When Tong Xiaoyun heard this, she immediately became angry from embarrassment, "Who is jealous? I'm just... it's..."

In front of Tong Xiaoyun's friends, Qiao Moshen didn't show the aloofness he was good at, and kept smiling, "What is it?"

"Yes... I was hungry, I was in a hurry to eat." Tong Xiaoyun found an excuse that he thought was decent, and after he finished speaking, he gave Du Ruo a hard look.

This man is disgusting and embarrassing for her.

Cong Yi slowly raised the goblet in front of him, and took a sip of the white water in it very elegantly, "Also, while your aunt is here in the next two days, eat as much as you can, and you will still lose weight in two days." Well, seeing how fat you are now, how many days are left, four days?"

Tong Xiaoyun immediately raised her hand to cover her cheek, "Am I really fat again?"

Cong Yi nodded, "Fat."

Qiao Moshen on one side secretly remembered that day.

Four days left!

In four days, he will be able to give up meat!
But Tong Xiaoyun was crying with a small face, and her whole body became shorter, "Actually, I also think that the flesh on my stomach is almost becoming a lifebuoy. If I come to my aunt, I can really eat whatever I want without gaining weight." If so, then...then I would rather my aunt never leave."

Hearing what she said, Qiao Moshen was really taken aback.

If her aunt never left, wouldn't he be the one who suffered?
Cong Yi glanced at Qiao Moshen immediately, seeing that his expression became a little bit nervous, he couldn't help but find it funny.

It seems that this Qiao Moshen really doesn't know if he doesn't get along. If he gets along, maybe he can really surprise her a lot.

Tong Xiaoyun found her husband very interestingly.

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After the meal, the four of them bid farewell at the door of the restaurant and separated.

It was from this moment that Qiao Moshen began to count the days.

Tong Xiaoyun's aunt had four more days to leave, and these four days were like years to him.

The relationship between men and women is so wonderful, and he didn't think it was a big deal if he didn't touch it before, but now that he has tasted the sweetness, can he not be in a hurry?

Fortunately, time has been passing, and these four days were extremely tormented, but they still passed.

That night, as soon as Tong Xiaoyun came out of the bathroom after washing, Qiao Mo blocked the door.

Tong Xiaoyun was stupid and didn't know what was going on, so he got out from under Qiao Moshen's arm, "Uncle, I have a problem. If △ ABC is an obtuse triangle, ask arccos... um..."

Before he finished speaking, two strong arms suddenly crossed Tong Xiaoyun's waist, and the strength on his right shoulder suddenly increased.

She was slow to realize that it was Qiao Mo's deep chin.

"Uncle..." Tong Xiaoyun's voice softened reflexively when Qiao Mo approached, and the little ear on the right was also reddened by Qiao Mo's deep breath, which was as hot as water vapor.

Jomo tightened his arms bit by bit, and Junyan burrowed into her neck, and dawdled there vaguely, his hoarse voice echoed in her ears, "What do you want?"

How can Tong Xiaoyun remember those things now, her frantic heartbeat and Qiao Moshen's gradually heavy breathing are all in her ears.

This man... what is he going to do?

(End of this chapter)