Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

The man's hand is fastened around her neck.

Joan was stunned for a moment. She reacted. She kicked him angrily: "Mu Jingxi, let go!"

Ji Qingxin's lips flashed a successful smile.

"Why do you want to kill Shaoxi?"

Damn it!

Joanne wanted to pry his head open to see if it was brain or water!

Does she need Joanne to be stupid enough to kill herself?

Is she tired of murdering their eldest son and grandson in the official residence?

What good is mu Shaoxi's death to her?

"Mu Jingxi, you keep saying that I hurt the little seal. Well, give me a reason why I must want him to die."

Joan smiled coldly, and her eyes were very provocative.

"Only you know the reason."

Joanne: "

A mouthful of old blood is about to spit out.

I dare say that he didn't know her motive, so he threw the pot on her, didn't he?

Son of a bitch!

"Jingxi..." Ji Qingxin spoke softly. She weakly held the wall and walked towards him step by step.

"Fall in love." Mu Jingxi loosened Joan, reached out to hold her, frowned and scolded, "why don't you have a good rest inside?"

Ji Qingxin leaned into his arms and smelled the clear male breath on him. She was deeply fascinated by it.

After a deep sniff, she began to worry: "I heard your voice arguing with Miss Qiao. I'm not at ease, so I came out to have a look."

"It's all right. You go and have a rest first." Mu Jingxi's voice was always low: "I'll solve this matter."

Shuiguang Yingying's eyes were full of worship for him. Ji Qingxin nodded coyly.

"Oh."

The cold laughter sounded.

Joan swaggered forward, her arms around her chest, her delicate chin raised slightly, and glanced at her proudly, "Miss Ji, I really want to know what happened last night. How did you tell him?"

There is a kind of people who are born to be noble, and the noble smell emitted by them is frightening.

There is also a kind of people who are born ordinary, but have a light that people dare not look directly at.

Joanne is obviously the latter.

Her lips were slightly hooked, calm and relaxed, without half a trace of panic and uneasiness.

Then the old God was there, looking at her provocatively.

Ji Qingxin trembled all over. She held Mu Jingxi's shirt tightly. "Miss Qiao... I'm just telling the truth. Do you want me to lie?"

"Well, tell the truth."

Joanne looked down on her lower abdomen.

The interest at the bottom of the eyes is getting deeper and deeper.

"Miss Qiao, what do you... What do you want?" Ji Qingxin's voice showed a touch of obvious fear. He trembled and leaned close to Mujing's arms. "If you have any dissatisfaction, just come to me. Don't hurt my child!"

Joanne looked at her angrily. "Which eye do you see I'm going to hurt your child?"

Mu Jingxi's cold eyes swept away, his thin lips closed tightly into a line, and he was unhappy to the extreme tone, "Miss Qiao, before the matter is found out, your scope of activity is limited to the bedroom."

"Ha?" Joanne felt very funny. "You're a bodyguard. Why should you stop me?"

"By the way, this is Mu's family."

"Ridiculous!"

A feeling of dizziness ~ came. Joan raised her hand to help her forehead with a headache. This hypoglycemic constitution is really annoying!

Ji Qingxin saw that she wanted to pretend to be poor again, so he raised his head and whispered, "Jingxi, you go in with me."