Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 82 Murderous, Unknown
When Qiao Moshen returned to the bedroom after reading the contract, it was already 01:30 in the middle of the night.

He gently opened the door, his footsteps were silenced by the precious carpet, he took off his nightgown and threw it aside as he walked, walked to the bed, slowly lifted the quilt and got into the bed.

The little thing was lying down with his back facing him, Jomo stretched out his arms deeply, and pulled her into his arms, moving slowly and carefully, for fear of waking her up.

"Uncle..." The little thing in his arms suddenly made a sound, and his small body turned like a pupa like a bug, and met his somewhat surprised gaze.

"Why haven't you slept yet? Can't sleep without me?"

This is obviously a very narcissistic question, but Qiao Moshen can ask it so easily, naturally and cheekily.

Tong Xiaoyun grinned and rolled her eyes, "Cut", "No, I want to tell you that I want to go home tomorrow."

Of course, Qiao Moshen knew where the "home" Tong Xiaoyun referred to, and his jade-like handsome face gradually darkened at this moment, "Why go home?"

"Of course it's my father. I haven't seen my father for so long. I miss him so much... What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Tong Xiaoyun looked carefully at Qiao Moshen's expression, and indeed he could see that he was a little unhappy. happy.

But she didn't know why, she just went back to her mother's house, why is he unhappy?

"I see, go to sleep." After Shen Sheng said, Qiao Moshen reached out and turned off the light, but still hugged her tightly.

Tong Xiaoyun frowned slightly in the dark, "What's wrong with you? You really don't want me to go home? Do you... Do you hate my father?"

Jomo sneered silently.

More than annoying?
He is hate!
Tong Xiaoyun thought of Qiao Moshen's attitude towards her father when he went home with her for the first time.

A trace of anger welled up in her heart, she sat up suddenly, raised her hand to turn on the wall lamp, and looked down at him, "Tell me, what happened to my father?"

Qiao Moshen didn't even open his eyes, his peerless handsome face was covered with a dense layer of chill, and his voice was extremely cold, "Sleep."

Tong Xiaoyun took a deep breath, and the anger in his chest became even more intense, "Because you wanted to buy my father's company, but you got nothing now, right? Then what else do you want? Didn't I already come back with you? You are so rich, even without my father's company, you have nothing to lose, right?"

Jomo's heart sank slowly, until he reached the darkest corner.

He clenched his fists tightly to restrain his urge to rage, "Tong Xiaoyun, be good, I don't want...to do anything to hurt you."

Tong Xiaoyun could hear that his voice was deep and tense, as if he was holding back something.

She has always been afraid of Qiao Moshen like this, really scared.

At this moment, she was in a hothead, just wanting to get justice for her father... No, this is not a hotheaded thing at all, but she has to do it.

"How else do you want to hurt me? He is my father, and I am your wife now. I don't expect you to respect him and love him like I do, but he is also your elder. You were the one who voluntarily gave up the acquisition. I also promised to come back with you... ah..."

Suddenly, she let out a long scream, because Jomo turned over suddenly and pressed her under him, and hit the pillow under her head hard with his big fist.

What really frightened Tong Xiaoyun was the indescribable murderous aura in Qiao Moshen's eyes.

Really, really scary.

Tong Xiaoyun's body trembled, and her dilated star pupils were filled with fear.

At this moment, she had no doubt that Qiao Mo could kill her with one deep punch.

She could see clearly that Qiao Mo's deep eyebrows seemed to be rubbed into a cloud of hostility, and there was a black mist swirling around, fainting into the air around him a little bit.

And the flowers and plants placed in the bedroom seemed to have withered little by little in the black mist.

Tong Xiaoyun couldn't help clenching her hands, tensing every nerve, her heart beating like a drum, and the sound of "bang bang" filled her ears.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that she had been with Qiao Mo for so long, all his thoughtfulness and tenderness were just an illusion, a dream she had.

Qiao Moshen in front of him is his truest side.

She seemed to have returned to that night again, and Qiao Moshen, once again, turned into a demon.

Jomo could fully see her fear, and he hesitated, feeling a little regretful.

It was obvious that he frightened her.

However, he couldn't be calm when Tong Xiaoyun talked about Tong Wei.

That man is his enemy, his father-killing enemy, how can he treat and respect Tong Wei as a normal elder?
All the darkness and hatred in his heart were drawn out by the name Tong Wei, but under Tong Xiaoyun's horrified gaze, that hard heart softened a little bit.

"Go to sleep." He reached out and turned off the light, lay down again, still hugging her tightly.

Once upon a time, Tong Xiaoyun felt that even though Qiao Moshen did such an excessive thing when they first met, his embrace was still warm.

But at this moment, she seemed to be in an ice cave, and the bone-piercing cold surrounded her tightly, so cold that her heart ached.

The turbulent grievance rushed towards Tong Xiaoyun like a billowing sea, and she didn't know why it happened.

Obviously, she should just be angry, but suddenly she was so wronged that she couldn't stop the tears from flowing out.

The crystal tears wet Tong Xiaoyun's eyes, wet her face, and wet Qiao Moshen's chest.

He knew she was crying, and wanted to raise his big palm to comfort her, but he didn't move in the end.

……

After a sleepless night, with the first dawn, Qiao Moshen slowly opened his slightly tired eyes.

His deep and gloomy gaze fell on Tong Xiaoyun's sleeping face, on which there were still traces of tears from last night.

He knew that she cried for a long time last night, and she fell asleep after crying.

It was also the first time for Qiao Moshen to feel helpless and at a loss because of a woman's tears.

She knew nothing, he knew everything, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

Keeping her by his side turned out to be not as simple as he imagined.

It turns out... this little thing made him so embarrassed.

With his thick eyebrows slightly drawn back, Qiao Moshen raised his big palm and gently touched Tong Xiaoyun's tear-stained face.

Warm palms caressed it lightly, even this was of no avail, and could not change the fact that she was crying. Qiao Moshen only hoped that when she woke up, her heart would feel better.

After an unknown amount of time, Tong Xiaoyun's fan-like eyelashes trembled twice, Qiao Moshen froze, and immediately withdrew her hand. The next moment, she slowly opened her eyes.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, Tong Xiaoyun immediately withdrew his gaze and sat up, remained silent for a moment, turned around and got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)