Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Mu Shaoxi pouted his small mouth unhappily.

A little look of "the baby is very wronged".

Zhou Junyi, Mu Chongming and Lin Shuangshuang, looked shocked.

The bottom of Zhou Junyi's eyes flashed a light happy look, "is what Shaoxi said true?"

"Well!"

"You see?" Zhou Junyi spoke softly and stroked his little face with one hand.

"Shaoxi saw it. My little uncle kissed my beautiful sister here." The little hand touched his mouth.

Mu Chongming frowned, "nonsense!"

A man with children doesn't know what self-respect is!

Lose Mu's face!

Mu Shaoxi closed his mouth and hugged Zhou Junyi. He didn't know why grandpa was angry.

Because my little uncle is fierce?

Well, it must be!

West Wing.

Mujingxi stood in front of the bedroom door and hesitated before trying to open the door.

Click.

The bedroom door was locked from the inside.

Obviously, Joan did it.

Mu Jingxi stood at the door and waited for a while, "Miss Qiao, open the door."

"You go to the guest room!"

“……”

"I don't want to see you!"

Mu Jingxi's lips are slightly hooked. Is she wronged?

"Open the door."

"Get out!"

Joanne is in a terrible mood now, her lips are burning and painful, and her heart is angry and wronged.

She admitted that she was angry.

Who knows he just wants to lower his head and talk at that time. It's really... Annoying!

After rolling back a few times in bed ~ up, my mood calmed down.

Click.

Hear a slight sound.

Immediately, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

Joan was stunned. Her beautiful eyes suddenly widened and pointed to the man outside the door, "you..."

Mu Jingxi's lips were slightly hooked and shook the key in his hand, "don't forget, this is Mu's house."

With this door, you want to stop him?

Naive.

"Are you reminding me that people are under the eaves now?"

Mu Jingxi handed the key to the servant, entered the bedroom and closed the door with his back hand.

He raised his hand and unbuttoned his two shirt buttons with a faint look. "I just want to remind you not to play hooligans again."

"Bang!"

Joanne sat up and hugged the pillow in her arms. "How dare you say you're not secretly happy in your heart?"

He won't lose a kiss, will he?

The man's slender fingers moved once, slightly turned his head, and his clear and bright black eyes locked her: "dark cool?"

"Well!"

"Oh." Mu Jingxi's thin lips gently pulled, "are you talking about Miss Qiao?"

A pillow was thrown at him in an instant.

Mu Jingxi raised his hand and caught it steadily. "Miss Qiao, don't be angry."

"Get out of here!"

The pillow was thrown at the end of the bed. Mu Jingxi turned and went into the bathroom.

In the dead of night, when everything is silent.

A low, rapid gasp sounded in the bedroom where the needle could be heard.

Joanne opened her eyes, held her breath and listened for a moment. She found that the sound came from the sofa.

Mu Jingxi?

She opened the quilt and came to the sofa with light hands and feet.

The man frowned, his forehead secreted a thin layer of hot sweat, and clenched the thin quilt covering his waist and abdomen with one hand.

Rapid breathing, short and heavy.

Sound by sound, in the dead of night, with a touch of provocative slightly drunk.

Joanne smiled and squatted in front of the sofa, staring at him for a while.

Have you had a nightmare?

Hum, you have today.

Joanne pulled a bad hand on his handsome face, didn't relieve her anger, beat him twice on his chest, and whispered, "son of a bitch, beat you!"

The wrist tightened suddenly, and the force was so cruel that it seemed to crush her.