Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

The whole body was stiff and the neck dared not move. He grabbed the spoon and curled up nervously.

Meditation in the heart——

He can't see me.

He can't see me

She cat body, intend to slip out, one step, two steps

Eh!

When was there an obstacle behind you?

Dissatisfied, he reached out and poked, hard with a little soft, still warm

"Have you touched enough?"

The man's low voice sounded above his head.

Joanne: "

Storm crash!

Mu Jingxi, how can you see me?

At this time, shouldn't you turn around and leave as a courtesy without seeing anything?

How did you stay? Do you want to see a joke?

Seeing that the woman's white and tender little claws were secretly taken back, Mu Jingxi quickly grabbed her little hand and played with it, "what are you doing, huh?"

This picture looks like frying the kitchen.

The ground was in a mess, as if it had just been bombed.

"No, nothing." Joanne smiled dryly and threw the spoon in her hand onto the chef.

The chef hurriedly caught the spoon and looked confused. "Miss Qiao, is this...?" what do you mean?

Joanne glared at him. Take it. Stop talking nonsense!

Mu Jingxi pulled her small face and forced her to raise her head and look at herself. Her thin lips were filled with a faint smile, "what are you doing, huh?"

"I said nothing. Why are you so bored?"

Someone became angry, broke his hand and fled the battlefield.

Mujingxi ordered the servant to clean up the kitchen and followed him out.

Joanne looked down and sniffed at herself. Shit!

It smells all over

No, she has to take a bath. She'd better change into clean clothes.

So he can't find out.

Well, praise yourself for your wit!

Just about to go upstairs, the wrist tightened, and the haunting man came up again.

Qiao'an stopped, stamped his feet, and shouted angrily, "Mu Jingxi, are you finished?"

Don't you cook yourself?

Didn't you just... Blow up his kitchen?

Is it necessary to hold people back?

She's really angry at this.

The kind that can't coax well!

Mu Jingxi smiled low and deep. He took her into his arms. He held her from behind, his chin against her shoulder, his voice low and dumb, with a somewhat spoiled smile, "Joe, are you cooking food for me?"

"... No." A hard tone.

"What are you doing in the kitchen?"

"Oh, nothing. I just want to have a soup. I accidentally broke the bowl." Joanne lied breathlessly with a red face.

"Well, that's great. I dropped all the pots and pans. "

Joanne: "

Mu Jingxi, you've gone too far!

Can't you not expose people's shortcomings?

"Well, don't be angry." Mu Jingxi's hot thin lips moved to her cheek and pecked and kissed, "I know what you mean."

Although he didn't eat the food she made herself, he was very satisfied with her heart.

I couldn't help kissing her again.

Joanne didn't have the cheek to push him away: "stop it."

"Another kiss won't make trouble."

Finally, after half pushing, Mu Jingxi successfully kissed. He took Joan's hand upstairs and said, "don't go into the kitchen in the future. Your hand is not used for cooking."

Her hands are delicate, and Mu Jingxi is not willing to let her fingers touch the spring water of Yang.