Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

What's her face?

Scared, or... Nervous?

Joanne looked stiff. Unexpectedly, when he asked casually, he didn't deny it.

Like her?

Why does he like her?

Joanne's eyes were complex, and gradually darkened as she stared at him.

"Answer me." Mu Jingxi clasped her jaw and exerted slight force.

Enough strength to make her eat pain, success made her frown, tender and protest, "mujingxi, I hurt."

"It hurts to death."

As soon as Joanne heard this, she suddenly stared, "what are you talking about?"

Mu Jingxi loosened his strength and patted her face instead. "Be good and reflect in the bedroom."

Leaving the words, he released her and turned away.

Joanne rubbed his chin and make complaints about it, "beast! To Li Qinghuan, I have never seen you so rude! "

Unfortunately, the man who has gone far didn't hear it at all.

Downstairs, Li Qinghuan sat on the sofa in the hall, still holding the unfinished foreign language book in his hand.

"What can I do for you?" The man's voice is clear and clean.

Like the wine of the previous year, it is mellow and intoxicating.

Li Qinghuan closed the book, raised his head, and his lips rippled with the most perfect smile, "there are some things to discuss with you."

"Go out and talk."

The hall was full of servants. Mu Jingxi's eyes flashed over a group of maids one by one.

Joan is good at buying people's hearts. These little maids all worship her.

It's impossible to tell Joan the content of his conversation with Li Qinghuan.

Li Qinghuan had this intention and got up to leave with Mu Jingxi.

In the bedroom, Joan was lying on the bed ~ with her legs shaking powerlessly in the air. "What does big watermelon mean? Do you really like me? "

After thinking about it, it seems that there is only one possibility.

Otherwise, how could he kiss himself again and again?

Joanne thought he must like himself.

Like?

Why does he like it.

Joan's eyes were slightly cold, turned over, lay in bed ~ and closed her eyes to sleep.

Downstairs, Mu Jingxi talked with Li Qinghuan for half an hour. When he returned upstairs, he planned to listen to the results of Joan's reflection.

Unexpectedly, she fell asleep.

The slender body curled up into a ball, and the silk was covered to the chin, revealing only a delicate and bright little face.

Maybe I didn't rest well last night. At this moment, I can still see Qingdai under her eyelids.

Haggard, with a bit of melancholy.

melancholy?

Mu Jingxi was startled by her own thoughts. Would she be melancholy?

No one is blue. Joanne won't be blue.

Only she makes others sad.

Sleeping Joanne, her breath was light, her face was soft and white, and she was so tired that she couldn't put it down.

The sleeping face is quiet and clever like a sticky little milk cat, which can be hugged, kissed and raised by the owner.

Mu Jingxi sat by the bed, looked at it quietly for a while, and then planned to leave.

As soon as I left the bedroom, I saw the servant standing at the door, raising his hand and about to knock.

"What's up?"

The servant took back his hand. "San Shao, it's Mr. Ji calling. He said he wanted to find Miss Qiao."

Ji Zhicheng?

I think I know the hands and feet of Chen Min and Ji Qing, and now I want to comfort Qiao an.

"Tell him to call back later. Joanne is not free now."

The servant hesitated and nodded immediately, "OK, three less."

God!

San Shao helped Miss Qiao decide. Their relationship is really advancing by leaps and bounds!

The servant hurried downstairs with the latest gossip to share with his friends.