Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

"We live here?"

Joanne looked around the interior decoration and couldn't help sighing.

Mu Jingxi put his hand on her shoulder and patted with a soothing touch, "well, don't you like it?"

"No." Joanne was a little tired, but she insisted, "when shall we find the medicine?"

This time I came to C City for Qiao Yunjin's medicine.

Because of the particularity of these drugs and because the people holding these drugs are not ordinary people, Mu Jingxi suggested that they come in person.

I hope I can get something from this trip.

"Joanne, you're too tired. You need a rest now." The man's deep and cold eyes stared at her for a moment.

Those dark eyes, deep as the sea and as bright as the stars, like vortices, absorb people, sink... And drown.

"I'm not tired."

Joanne shook her head and grabbed his sleeve anxiously. "When shall we find the medicine?"

Her purpose is very simple. She came for medicine.

Now she has arrived in city C. she just wants to find the medicine and treat Qiao Yunjin in Kyoto later.

Thinking that little Yunjin was still lying in the hospital bed and suffering from pain, Joan's heart was pulled into a ball.

"Joan, I don't want Yun Jin to fall before she gets better." Mu Jingxi took her hand and went upstairs.

The bedroom is on the second floor. Mu Jingxi leads struggling Joan into the bedroom.

Such a large bedroom, a whole floor to ceiling window, excellent daylighting, white gauze curtain, hanging to the ground, swaying slightly.

The palace style high foot bed looks comfortable and soft, and the bed curtain hangs down, adding a bit of romantic style.

"Mu Jingxi, I'm not tired." Joanne, who was pressed to sit on the bed, struggled to get up.

Mu Jingxi was once again hard pressed, his brow tightly frown, his handsome face cloudy, with a little serious and condensation, "you are tired, not your has the final say." Look at your face now. You're haggard. If something happens to you, don't expect me to take care of little glutinous rice. "

The last sentence is the point.

Joan suddenly stared at him with beautiful eyes, as if she didn't know the man in front of her. Her red lips were slightly open, "don't you... Like little glutinous rice very much?"

Mu Jingxi snorted, "I like you better."

No!

He likes her. What does it have to do with not taking care of little glutinous rice?

Joanne reached out and held his hand tightly. "Don't you like little glutinous rice?"

From his usual attitude towards small glutinous rice, Joan always thought that he liked small glutinous rice very much.

Even taking care of little glutinous rice is very attentive.

At first hearing that he would not take care of the little glutinous rice, Qiao Anxin was half cold.

He is xiaonuomi's father. He doesn't take care of xiaonuomi. Who takes care of xiaonuomi?

As long as she thought that if one day she fell down and xiaonuomi's father didn't take care of her, she would look pathetic, and Joan was distressed.

With one heart in pain, I especially want to beat Mu Jingxi.

This bastard!

Before he could answer, Joan raised her hand and beat him on the head.

"You go, I don't want to see you." Son of a bitch, you don't take care of your own daughter, all right!

You don't want to know you have a little glutinous rice in your life!

Be an uncle all your life!

It's enough for little glutinous rice to be loved by her Baba.

No, you're the only one.

Mu Jingxi dodged her attack flexibly and clasped her slender and white wrist with one hand, "what's the matter?"