Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

"Mother..." Li Qinghuan glared at her.

At that glance, I was very shy.

Like a little girl who was read out a love letter on the spot, it was a subconscious reaction that was pierced by someone.

He Meixin came here. When he saw his daughter's small appearance, he knew that he liked it.

"You." He Meixin lightly touched her forehead. "If you had said you liked Jingxi earlier, what would Ji Qingxin do?"

Ji Qingxin almost married Mu Jingxi at the beginning.

Fortunately, I didn't get married in the end.

She still has a chance.

"Mother, don't talk nonsense... Jingxi, he doesn't like me..."

"Our family is so beautiful. Why doesn't Jingxi like it?" He Meixin smiled and teased her, "Mom, listen to your aunt. You two had a good chat at the family dinner that day. I think Jingxi has no feelings for you. "

"Mother..."

"Don't be shy. Girls should take the initiative to the people they like. Today's little girls are too pervasive. Most of them are people who don't break their hands. Jingxi is so excellent and there are so many people who like him. If you don't take the initiative, how many years will you two waste? "

Li Qinghuan nodded shyly.

"Well, you can rest assured and have a chat with your aunt."

"OK." Li Qinghuan kissed he Meixin, and his mood suddenly cleared the clouds and saw the sun.

…………

Mu's official residence.

In a lazy afternoon, Joan woke up from a nap with a drowsy head.

"Mu Jingxi, my head hurts."

Five minutes later, on the balcony.

Mu Jingxi walked on the imperial concubine's couch. Joan's head rested on his leg. His slender fingers pressed her head moderately.

When the servant came in with afternoon tea, they all hung their heads and laughed.

Without realizing it, Joanne stretched her arm, picked up a makaron and bit herself.

Too sweet and tired, he fed the macarone he had bitten to Mu Jingxi's lips, "hard work, reward you."

"If you don't want to eat, just say it."

"Dislike me?" Qiao An Mei's eyes stared slightly, "forget it. I'll feed lightning later."

"Lightning doesn't eat sweets." The man clasped her wrist and put macarone in his mouth.

She ate where she had bitten.

The sweet and greasy taste ferments in the mouth. He always doesn't like to eat too sweet and greasy things. Sweet is the most suitable.

However, she likes sweets, and so does little glutinous rice.

Both mother and daughter are sweet lovers.

When the mobile phone rang, Joan was feeding Mu Jingxi milk tea. He turned his head, "I'll answer the phone first."

Glancing at the number, he knew the color of his eyes for a few minutes and got up to leave to answer the phone.

Joan grabbed his wrist with one hand, and her eyes narrowed: "what can't I hear?"

With a sigh, Mu Jingxi sat down, "aunt, are you looking for me?"

"Jingxi, do you have time tonight?" Wen Zhaoning asked with a smile, his voice always gentle.

After taking a look at the curious woman around her, Mu Jingxi raised her hand and pinched her face. Her soft face feels greasy and great.

Joanne cried out in pain, "you..."

Too much!

Raise your hand and clap his hand. Joan rubbed her face. Dead ghost, she knew to pinch someone else's face.

"What's the matter with my aunt? I don't have time tonight."

"It's no big deal. I just want you to come over for dinner. Since you don't have time, let's talk about it another day."

Wen Zhaoning is going to hang up.