Flash marriage into love:Hello,my cold husband!

Qiao Xiaoan was sitting on a leather chair, carrying a pair of Kitty cat slippers, throwing them on the floor, wearing his transparent nail polish feet into his shoes, and looking up at the gentleman's heroic cloud.

"Ah Mo, I'm not stupid. I just trust them too much, so they get together and I'm still in the dark."

"If you are stupid, don't admit it."

Yunmo turned and walked into the living room, put the official document on the sofa, and loosened the tie in the suit, as if joking with her.

Qiao Xiaoan also followed in, nestled in the sofa, "you are really, just now I was affectionate, and now so hit me."

"Do you have a long memory? Do you want to trust others easily in the future?"

She looked over with a pillow. "I don't believe anyone but you."

"Thank you for your trust." Yunmo took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, twisted his briefcase again, walked around the sofa to the stairway, "go upstairs first."

She also followed up, Dong Dong Dong to catch up with the floor, "Mo, you wait for me."

Two people return to the bedroom room, yunmo has no time to put down the briefcase in his hand, behind Qiao Xiaoan will around his body, the whole people meet up, warm around his neck.

When he looked at him four times, his eyes were full of love. He blinked and laughed at him. "Mo, in order to thank you for maintaining my face today, I decided to take the initiative to warm up your bed for you."

Then, he leaned on his shoulder, and his wet lips pressed against his ears. He said sweetly, "ah Mo, I miss you. I miss you so much, I miss you so much I want you. "

When she looked up again, she bit her lips. When she put his eyes on him, he had a calm and calm look, and there were more sparks.

Also so affectionate looking at her.

After a while, his breathing began to become rapid, the hands hanging on both sides of the body could not help but clench her shoulders, tight, tight.

So close that she could feel that even the palm of his hand, which was close to his shoulder, was extremely hot.

He was about to kiss her when she pulled. "I'm going to take a bath, amo, wait for me."

I don't know when it started, and they became more and more tacit.

Looking at Qiao Qiao's petite figure into the bathroom, cloud ink body is a group of fire burning, burning.

When she took a bath, in order to calm down the mood, yunmo took a book in the bedroom.

Is a foreign economist, research e-commerce market data analysis books.

All in English.

Sitting at the head of the bed, I turned it over and looked at it carefully.

I don't know if my mind is full of Joe and Joe's figure, so that just after reading a paragraph of words, I can't sit still.

But still pretend to be calm, a page of open.

It was so quiet in the bedroom that I could only hear the rustling of books and his gradually calming breath.

After a while, he couldn't calm down. His eyes left the page and landed on the two potted sunflower plants in front of the French window.

It seems that my mind is drifting far away.

Until, from the bedroom came Joe's cry.

"Ah Mo!"

When I lifted it again, I saw Joe wiping his head out. "I forgot to take the bathroom. Help me with it."

He put the book on the pillow at the head of the bed and got up.

Take a if big white bath towel, a few strides to the bathroom door, "to."

Taking the bathroom from his hand, Qiao Xiaoan felt flustered and confused, just like a deer bumping into each other.

After more than four months of marriage, how can I be more excited than the wedding night.

It seems that his charm has a permanent shelf life, which can arouse the waves in her heart at any time.

When she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, he was still standing at the door, but he had another towel in his hand.

Looking at her rosy and lovely cheek, she captured the moist hair on her forehead, bent down and kissed her lips, "wait for me."

"Well." Her heart suddenly beat faster and more flustered.

Waiting for the bathroom door to close gently, she was still leaning against the wall, giggling foolishly.

Really, in fact, I've been an old husband and wife. At least I've lived a couple's life many times.

Why to now, still so expect and palpitation.

Ha ha!

Qiao Xiaoan giggled.

Turning around, I saw the figure of cloud ink standing on the glass door under the flowers, reflected in the bright lamp shadow. It's really sexy.

Just imagining him is enough to feel happy.

I'm crazy about flowers.

She couldn't help laughing at herself.

It was a long time before I left the bathroom door.

Idle boring, in the bedroom around, from this side of the balcony, to the balcony over there.

This bedroom is specially ventilated, with French windows and balconies on both sides. This is the first time she has ever seen a double balcony bedroom.Finally, Qiao Xiaoan drew up the curtain, which was airtight.

So as not to be disturbed by such trifles.

She was amused to think alone.

He walked around the room again. When he sat down at the head of the bed, he saw the book on his pillow.

Although it was an English cover, she could still take it up and read it. There were not a few words she was familiar with. However, she could understand the data analysis report above, which seemed to be about the development history of e-commerce at home and abroad.

Then he flipped over, and his eyes were attracted by the photos falling out of the pages.

Pick it up from the ground.

It's a color picture from the 1980s.

Mo's father is holding him and standing in front of the oil painting background. The father and son are very warm.

Well, she was sure that was when Mo's father and ah mo were young.

Two people look at the relationship between father and son.

The man in the photo is similar to amo in charm and appearance when he was young.

It's just that the clothes at that time were not as fashionable and tasteful as they are now.

Sun Yat Sen suit of the old generation, gray white, but more set off a Mo father's heroic and handsome.

Qiao Xiaoan's eyes wandered between the two father and son, and finally fell on the young version of AMO.

He seems to be three or four years old. He is childlike. He has a childlike smile on his face. Unlike now, he always has a cool face.

As a child, he had black shoes, white stockings, blue shorts, and white short sleeve shirt. It was like a navy suit. It was very cute.

Mo has never mentioned his father since he was married for so long.

The only time I heard it in my grandfather's mouth, I felt that amo and his father would have a very rough and tangled story.

She was vaguely curious and uneasy.

Looking at this picture, I guess unconsciously.

As a result, he lost his mind and even ah Mo came out with a bath towel after taking a bath.

Until he stood at the head of the bed, her afterglow appeared his slender legs, but also some sexy black hair.

She looked up at the man's legs and saw him standing in front of her, surrounded by a white bath towel, and her eyes also fell on the picture in her hand.

In the eyes, there is darkness, there is a thick gloom, but also a trace of anger.

It seems that she shouldn't have touched his picture.

She quickly put the picture into the book, closed the book and handed it to him, "Mo, I didn't mean to read your book."

“……” He took the book, opened the page, found the picture and held it in his hand.

She did not dare to ask, but looked at him carefully. Perhaps aware of her uneasiness, he reached out and rubbed her head. "It's OK. You can read any book on the shelf if you want. As for the man in this picture... "

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