Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

certain!

When Li Qinghuan came, he didn't tell Mu Jingxi in advance. The sentry let her in unimpeded.

Straight to the west wing, Li Qinghuan shines brightly, quite a bit back to his home.

Stepping into the room, the servants saw her, "Miss Li, here you are. Three are absent. "

"I'm looking for Joanne."

Li Qinghuan looked around and didn't see Joan in the hall. Her eyebrows were slightly picked, "is she upstairs?"

"Yes, Miss Joe is upstairs."

The servant's appearance of wanting to talk and stopping makes Li Qinghuan think Joan is ill again and going crazy.

Just upstairs, a vase was thrown face to face.

Li Qinghuan was almost hit by the vase. She flashed, hid aside and looked at Joan.

A woman with disheveled hair, whose Nightgown hangs loosely on her body, looks like a madman.

She said something in her mouth. Suddenly, her eyes were cold, rushed up, grabbed Li Qinghuan's hair, "it's you, you robbed my baby..."

The hair was grabbed and the scalp was pulled numb. Li Qinghuan angrily said, "Joan, you let go!"

"It's you!" Joanne shouted, "you give me back my baby, come on, you give me back!"

While shouting, she pulled her hair and slapped her face with one hand not empty.

No rules and regulations, waving his hands disorderly.

Li Qinghuan cried out in pain. Her manners had long been forgotten. Now she just wanted to kill Joan.

She scratched her face with her hands.

Joanne shrunk her neck and retreated quickly without letting her touch a penny.

The strength of the hand is heavier and the slap is thrown more frequently.

"You big villain, give me back my baby... You give it back to me..."

It's such a sentence back and forth in the mouth. The slap in the face is not vague.

Li Qinghuan's face is numb and tingling, and the pain is expanding, which slows down her reaction ability.

Joanne suddenly let go and ran away.

Li Qinghuan fell feebly on the floor, stroked his messy hair with one hand and gasped.

Joanne, this psycho!

Seeing a handful of hair pulled down from the floor, Li Qinghuan went crazy with anger, "ah... You crazy dog!"

A dark, thick, glossy and smooth hair is carefully cared for by her every month. It hurts to be caught by her.

After a while, Joan came out.

She pursed her lips and cold face, like a demon waving black wings and revenge.

Li Qinghuan staggered to his feet, "you... What are you holding in your hand?"

"Go to hell, thief!"

Joanne poured a basin of chili water on her.

"Ah..."

A shrill scream sounded on the west wing.

The west wing was in chaos. The servants quickly took Li Qinghuan into the bathroom to wash her eyes, and then took her to the hospital.

The little maid stood timidly and watched Joanne stop talking.

"What's the matter, little cute?" Joanne clapped her hands and was ready to leave.

At a glance, I saw the little deer's Bambi like eyes, and my heart was soft in a mess.

Laughing, he came forward and pinched a little maid's face, "what do you want to say to me?"

The little maid patted her hand angrily. "Miss Qiao, aren't you afraid of being angry when you play like this?"

"He's angry. I can kick him."

Not even the identity of the bodyguard.

The little maid twisted her eyebrows and thought about it. Then she figured it out, "that's what she said."

Miss Qiao is different from others. Miss Qiao has the initiative.