Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 580 Momo, Do You Want Me?
Qiao Yimo responded lightly, "Okay."

After the words fell, the man beside her put his arms around her slender waist and walked slowly towards the door.

Wei Wuqing and Xu Feng looked at their backs and sighed slightly. They knew that if they really wanted to participate in the competition, they must have already figured it out and agreed.But with Mo Xin's reaction, she probably won't participate in the competition.

But I don't know why Mo Xin didn't refuse, but left such an ambiguous answer to them.

Qiao Anchu looked at the backs of Leng Juan and Mo Xin leaving, and couldn't help clenching his fists.

Although Dong Yan and Qiao Renshan had comforted her just now, she really wanted to know the clear answer!
A trace of unwillingness flashed in Qiao Anchu's eyes.

She took a deep breath, walked up to Wei Wuqing and Master Xu Feng with her skirt in hand, summoned up her courage and said, "Master Wei, Hello, Master Xu."

Facing Qiao Anchu who suddenly appeared, the two masters were stunned.

A few seconds later, they each had professional smiles on their faces: "Miss Qiao Anchu, what's the matter?"

Qiao Anchu pinched the hem of her skirt with her little hands, and said with an extremely unnatural expression: "Masters, I want to ask, has Miss Moxin signed up for the Global Piano Competition?"

"This..." Wei Wuqing and Xu Feng looked at each other, they didn't know how to explain, so they could only repeat Mo Xin's words truthfully, "Ms. We call, we just don’t participate.”

"Why is this again?" Qiao Anchu muttered unhappily.

Why is this answer every time, why Mo Xin just refuses to give her a letter, she just has to tug at her heart, right?
What a bore!

After Qiao Anchu's words fell, the two masters Wei Wuqing and Xu Feng were confused.

Wei Wuqing pushed his glasses and said, "Miss Qiao Anchu, don't worry, just perform normally."

Xu Feng also comforted him: "That's right, even if Ms. Mo Xin really enters the competition, she may not necessarily win."

What they said was purely because Qiao Anchu was at home tonight to comfort her, but they were actually the champions, and they already knew it in their hearts.

But faced with these, Qiao Anchu didn't know.

Even the self-confidence that was suppressed by Mo Xin was rekindled.

Even the two masters have said so, she can't underestimate herself too much, right?
Maybe Mo Xin's performance on stage just now was just luck, and it's still uncertain who will win and who will win on the day of the competition.

Hahahaha, these masters are really discerning!
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cold home.

Qiao Yimo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and patted the side, and said in a commanding tone: "Come here!"

Qiao Yimo knew that he had bad intentions, so instead of going over, she said coldly, "What are you doing?"

While speaking, she kept wiping her wet hair.

Furious, the man pulled her over, controlled her slender white calf with his thigh, and tightened his grip, "I said, I'll deal with you when I get home."

Qiao Yimo laughed angrily, and said in an innocent and pitiful tone, "Get rid of me? What did I do wrong?"

"I just want to clean you up." The man rascally wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

Qiao Yimo put the towel in his hand, and said in a commanding tone: "Wipe it for me quickly, if you don't dry it, I will clean you up."

However, the man just took the towel and did not wipe it. Instead, he pushed her down and said, "Tell me, are you going to the piano competition?"

Qiao Yimo bit her lip, with a tangled expression, "If I go, will you come?"

This kind of expression is quite useful for a man. He tilted his head and kissed her earlobe lightly.

The moment her cool thin lips touched the scorching ears, Qiao Yimo shuddered instantly.

"Of course I have to go, and I have to cheer for my wife."

The man's deep and magnetic voice came slowly, "It's just that if you perform on stage, you are not allowed to wear a dress that reveals your chest, back, or waist."

Qiao Yimo: "???"

"Then what should I wear?"

Where is this dress?
The contestants were all dressed up that day, so is it appropriate for her to wear a big padded jacket to perform on stage?

Did he really want others to laugh at her that much?
Leng Juan stretched out his hand, combed the broken hair on her forehead, and said lightly: "The day of the match is a global live broadcast, understand?"

He didn't want men all over the world to covet her woman!
In the man's evil peach blossom eyes, there is a strong possessive desire.

And the tone is so strong that people can't refuse!
Qiao Yimo didn't know whether to cry or laugh, she felt helpless for some reason, "Don't worry, Qiao Anchu will definitely dress like a fairy that day." At that time, everyone's attention will be on Qiao Anchu, how will they know that she is so transparent Woolen cloth!
The man did not speak.

After all, there is still no sense of security.

Momo can refresh his cognition every time, he sometimes thinks to himself, why does Momo fall in love with him when he is so good?

Appearance?
Momo should not be such a superficial person.

internal?
He doesn't seem to be anything special.

All along, his suppressed possessive desire broke out at this moment.

Leng Juan turned his head and whispered in her ear: "Momo, do you want me?"

A look of surprise flashed in Qiao Yimo's eyes, she tilted her head and said, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Momo, I'm sober, so do you want me?" The man's voice was still low, with a bit of forbearance.

"No, no, you still have cooperation to discuss tomorrow morning." Qiao Yimo knew that the man had a very important cooperation to discuss tomorrow.

Once you eat it, it will be a whole night, which is too much delay!

Hearing this, the man burst out laughing, and stretched out his hand to undo the belt.

He once said that for her, he could give up hundreds of millions of cooperation, even the entire Leng Group and all the financial resources and power behind it.

He only wants her alone!
This kind of words, he felt the need to repeat it again.

"Momo, I said, for you, hundreds of millions of cooperation is nothing." The man's voice was softer and softer, and the cool thin lips brushed across her cheeks, with a hint of coaxing.

This sentence, in other words, any woman would be tempted, not to mention, she likes him, and she can't refuse the temptation to scratch her heart.

Qiao Yimo finally nodded, "I want it."

Two words are very light, but in the eyes of men, they weigh more than a thousand catties.

He looked at the waves in her eyes, listened to her heartbeat, and felt that he was being controlled by her invisible.

And this kind of manipulation, he is actually willing!

Just wanted to look at her all the time. Read on.

This was the first time he was moved by his heart, liking someone recklessly.

He stretched out his hand, caressed his cool face with his big hot palm, stared at her star-like eyes, and said with a broken smile: "What a little fairy."

What kind of charm did she play on him?

(End of this chapter)