My husband loves me too much

Chapter 163 171. This is a bit too much fucking information.

Mu Hua was bored drawing circles under the quilt, when she heard a rustling sound behind her, she hid herself even more secretly, wishing she could disappear.

The man approached, tore off the quilt and dug out her small face, his movements were strong but gentle, and he lowered his head to kiss the corner of her lips.

"You go to sleep first."

Under the dim light, the sea of ​​love and burning heat in those bottomless black eyes had already receded, and he had already dressed, returning to the business elegance of a suit and leather shoes.

As if never emotional.

"...Well," Mu Hua responded lightly, turning over and closing her eyes.

After the man opened the door and went out, the room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. The aftertaste of aromatherapy still remained in the air, which was very faint and had a hypnotic effect. Mu Hua was extremely tired and slept deeply.

This hotel is a legitimate hotel, the police did not raid the anti-pornography, but received a call from a report that someone was committing illegal activities here, so the police will come to check in the early morning.

This investigation found more than one pair.

Four or five couples of men and women were found. This is not a small matter. All the hotel staff gathered in the lobby, and the police were still investigating one by one. The manager's face was extremely ugly.

"Mr. Bo," Qin Shi said with a helpless smile, "I found out that it was a boss from Sucheng who brought his lover to Nancheng to play. His wife found out and called the police."

Bo Qijin smiled, "He's also a ruthless character."

"Isn't it? With such a big fuss, it probably won't end well."

Qin Shi also tossed about for two hours. They came from other places, and the police would ask a few more questions.

"It's none of our business, Mr. Bo, you should go to bed earlier."

Just finished smoking a cigarette, Bo Qijin got up and walked towards the elevator, "Let Xiao Chen buy a set of clothes tomorrow morning, the size and brand will be according to what I told you before."

Qin Shi was stunned.

The clothes I bought before were all for Miss Mu.

Mr. Bo asked him to buy clothes now, could it be... Could it be that Ms. Mu is in the room?

Fuck! Fuck! ! !

The police are too good at timing the anti-pornography campaign. Is President Bo finished or was he interrupted in the middle?
Bo Qijin thought of something, and added, "Buy another pair of shoes."

Qin Shi quickly put away his gossip face, and replied, "Okay, okay."

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In the morning, the sun is scattered.

Sleeping Beauty's skin is almost transparent white, the sunlight filtered by the window screen is warm and soft, and the hickey marks on her shoulders are particularly obvious.

The vibrating sound of her phone didn't wake her up.

Bo Qijin's biological clock is more punctual than the alarm clock of his mobile phone. Even if he didn't go to bed until four o'clock in the morning, he still woke up at 06:30 in the morning.

He just looked at Mu Hua in his arms for two hours.

Mu Hua sleeps cuddly, almost her whole body melts into Bo Qijin's arms, her face is small, clean and beautiful, the vibration of her mobile phone disturbs her, her brows are frowned, she didn't wake up, she was just very unhappy Hum hum.

Bo Qijin reached for the mobile phone by the bedside and hung up the phone, but the call came back within a few seconds. Bo Qijin took another look, it was Mu Hua's assistant.

It should be a work thing.

Bo Qijin lowered his eyes to look at the woman's sleeping face, then gently pulled out the arm that was under her pillow, and went to the bathroom to answer the phone.

"Goddess," Fatty said anxiously, "Why haven't you arrived at the set yet? The director is looking for you everywhere."

"She's still sleeping, it's going to be two hours late."

What is... a man's voice?

The fat man was stunned for two seconds, then took the phone in front of him and carefully checked the phone number, it was right.

"May I ask who is calling?"

But the other party just said, "ask her for a leave."

The phone was hung up, and the fat man looked at the blacked-out screen and felt emotional. The amount of fucking information is a bit too much!
(End of this chapter)