Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

In the last two words, Joanne deliberately increased the volume.

Mu Shaoxi was severely stunned for a moment. If he didn't understand, he asked, "little uncle, is she laughing at Shaoxi?"

Mu Jingxi was serious: "yes."

The little guy was laughed at. His delicate little face turned red. His little claws grabbed Mu Jingxi's trousers and trousers, "little uncle, beat her!"

Joan sneered mercilessly, "those who don't have the ability are called parents. Those who have the ability will fight by themselves."

"You..." Mu Shaoxi's small mouth pouted high and his face was angry.

He raised his hand and gave him a violent chestnut on his head. Qiao Anmei's eyes narrowed slightly and warned him: "don't annoy me in the future, or I'll put you in the toilet and flush you out."

"Little uncle, help!"

Joanne: "

The little boy is really a little boy.

Mu Jingxi held the fluttering mu Shaoxi and stared at Qiao an's slender back with deep eyes.

…………

The next morning.

Just after breakfast, the people of the base had come to the official residence to pick up Joan.

"Major mu, let's pick up Miss Qiao." The first man, in a black uniform.

Mu Jingxi nodded gently. He had received the news last night that Joan would go to the base today.

He accompanied Joan and protected her personal safety.

"She's still sleeping. Wait a minute."

The man raised his hand and looked at his watch. It will take some time to go from the official residence to the base.

If we delay any longer, I'm afraid we'll delay our work.

The man looked embarrassed. "Major mu, could you please hurry Miss Qiao?"

"Wait a minute."

At the bedroom door, Mujing Sidon stopped his steps and knocked on the door.

Knock Knock Knock——

There was no response in the bedroom.

He frowned and knocked again.

Knock Knock Knock——

Mujing Xijun's face sank. He twisted the door handle and pushed the door in.

The bedroom with closed curtains was dark.

With his excellent eyesight, he quickly adapted to the darkness and saw the bulge on the bed. He stepped forward quickly, grabbed a corner of the quilt and opened it suddenly.

A moan of pain came into my ears.

Pop.

The light came on suddenly, driving out the darkness of the room.

Joanne's white face, with a touch of abnormal flushing and pink lips, was scarlet.

Her body curled up into a ball, her eyebrows frowned, and her thin, painful murmur seemed to overflow from her lips.

"Miss Qiao, wake up."

Mu Jingxi bent over and patted her face.

Joanne was unconscious.

"Miss Qiao, wake up!" The strength of his hands increased, patted her face and made a clear sound.

Vaguely, Joanne felt a pain in her face. She laboriously opened her heavy eyelids and looked forward dully.

"How do you feel?" The man asked coldly.

Joanne was in a trance. She raised her hand and stroked his face. Her eyes were still dull.

Purplish red lips, spit out a vague voice.

Mu Jingxi frowned hard, held his breath and tried to listen to what she said.

However, it was in vain.

Her fingers were hot, and the hot temperature was transmitted to his skin at a very fast speed.

His face seemed to be burned.

He subconsciously clapped her hand away.

Pop!

Joanne's hand was opened and fell feebly.

Heavy eyelids, slowly close.

Mu Jing's western color is condensed. He can condense ice at any time. He leaned down and pressed the telephone line on the bedside table: "call the doctor, right away!"

When the servant heard his harsh voice, he immediately said, "yes, three little!"

Mu Jingxi stared at the unconscious woman with complex eyes. What did she just say.