Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

This madman!

It's hopeless!

It's time to put her in a lunatic asylum so that she won't go crazy and hurt people.

"Miss Qiao, why are you standing here?" The servant stepped forward quickly and held her left and right. "My hair hasn't dried. I'll catch a cold. Come on, we'll take you upstairs and blow your hair. "

Joan didn't move, so she stared at Li Qinghuan. Her fierce eyes seemed to peel off her skin.

Li Qinghuan took two steps backward, and Joan sneered, "take it off."

"What?" Li Qinghuan didn't hear clearly.

Joanne raised her voice. "Take off your clothes!"

Li Qinghuan looked down and understood that she wanted to take off her clothes and give them back to her.

Just then, Mu Jingxi came out of the kitchen with a bowl of ginger soup.

At a glance, I saw her standing on the stairs. "Come down and have a bowl of ginger soup."

Li Qinghuan nodded gently and came down from upstairs gracefully. When he passed Joan, Yu Guang glanced at her contemptuously.

crazy!

"Let go of me, you let go of me!"

Joanne struggled frantically. The two maids were almost thrown away by her, hugged her arm and begged, "Miss Qiao, calm down."

"Take it easy, Miss Qiao."

Mu Jingxi put down the ginger soup, stepped forward quickly, clasped Joan's shoulders, "have you had enough?"

Joan calmed down for a moment. She looked up and stared at Mu Jingxi.

It's still that silly look, but it's just less crazy.

"Just now I wanted to kill people. Now I want others to take off their clothes and give them to you. When are you going to make trouble?"

Mu Jingxi's tone was extremely cold.

He suddenly got so angry that he was stunned by Joan. She blushed her eyes and staggered back two steps. It seemed that she had just recovered her mind and asked, "what happened?"

As soon as the servants saw it, they were relieved and hurriedly explained, "Miss Qiao, just now you... Your mood is abnormal again."

"Really?"

Joan looked down at herself, raised her hand, touched her wet hair, and looked at Li Qinghuan, "who can tell me what I did just now?"

Li Qinghuan was about to sit down on the sofa. Hearing her words, she replied coldly, "Miss Qiao just wanted to drown me in the swimming pool."

Joan's eyes widened in shock. "It's impossible... Impossible!"

"Three shaos can testify."

Joan looked at Mu Jingxi hastily. "Jingxi, you tell me it's not true."

She came forward and grabbed Mu Jingxi, as if it were her life-saving straw.

Li Qinghuan watched the play coldly. All Joan's reactions seemed to her like a madman.

A person's psychological tolerance is limited. It is strange that she is not insane after suffering one after another.

"Jingxi..." Qiao an cried low, with a trace of humble prayer.

Mu Jingxi took back his hand and helped his forehead with a headache, "take Miss Qiao up to rest."

"Yes, three less."

The servants held Joan from left to right. Joan kept turning back, "mujingxi..."

Turning around, Mujing's western color recovered a little coldness, "let you see a joke."

"It doesn't matter. I can understand." Li Qinghuan sat on the sofa with a weak voice.

Mu Jingxi frowned, "why don't you drink ginger soup?"

"Sorry, I don't like ginger."

Mu Jingxi said, "it's a pity."