Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

"Miss Qiao is all right. It's just a soft tissue contusion. It will subside in the next two days."

Mujingxi asked the doctor to withdraw and drugged Joan herself.

Holding her delicate chin in one hand, Mu Jingxi whispered, "does it really hurt?"

"I lied to Li Qinghuan. Do you believe it?" Joanne turned her mouth and raised her hand to touch her face. Before she touched it, she was stopped by a hand clasping her wrist.

Mu Jingxi sighed, "you are not allowed to take yourself out of danger in the future."

"It's called that you can't give up a child and set a wolf."

Besides, how can Li Qinghuan be hooked if he doesn't pretend to be a little more?

Wouldn't it be happier for her to confess her guilt?

Joanne took his hand away. "I'll leave the rest to you. I have to go back to the base."

After asking for leave for so many days, the project has been stalled because of her.

She felt guilty. During this period, she had to stay up late and work overtime to catch up with her progress.

"Two more days off." Mu Jingxi wouldn't let her go back, holding her face and touching her face with thin lips, "the face hasn't subsided yet. Take another two days off and go back to the base, huh?"

Joanne owed her tongue and asked, "don't you want me?"

"Well, I can't bear it."

Joanne: "

Guagua, you weren't like this before!

You've changed!

Glib!

Joan took away his hand and felt a little bored. She came to the French window and opened the window. "I want to see little glutinous rice."

"Take the little glutinous rice back and live for two days."

He also wanted his daughter. As long as he thought that his daughter was still at Lu Yin's house, he was confused.

When on earth can he recognize his daughter and listen to little glutinous rice call his father?

Thinking of this, Mu Jingxi's face darkened.

This day is still far away, isn't it?

…………

"Perfume aunt." Running around the hall, "don't chase the little glutinous rice, will you?"

The little glutinous rice, running out of breath, is too tired.

Lin qiner chased after her with a plate of freshly baked Portuguese tarts and snacks to let her have a taste.

"Little glutinous rice, just take a sip, okay?" Lin qin'er gently advised, "aunt baked it specially for you."

"Do not eat, do not eat small glutinous rice."

Lin qin'er stopped and looked at the tray sadly, "that's all right."

Little glutinous rice also stopped and climbed onto the sofa. The whole person collapsed on the sofa in a big font.

Lu Meng went downstairs and rubbed his eyes: "sister qin'er, where's the little glutinous rice?"

"Here it is."

Looking in the direction of her fingers, Lu Meng burst into laughter, pulled her slippers and ran over, "little glutinous rice, what's the matter with you?"

"Tired."

Little glutinous rice took away the finger that poked her face and looked powerless.

"Why are you so tired?"

Little glutinous rice opened her eyes, and drumming up her cheeks and drums.

"No, Meng Meng. I just want little glutinous rice to taste my dessert. Who knows she doesn't want to eat it, she won't eat it anyway. " Lin qiner explained.

Lu Meng picked up the little glutinous rice and pinched her little face. "Little glutinous rice, you don't give face. I want to share with you the fruits of my aunt's labor. Don't you want to? "

Little glutinous rice came to Lu Meng's ear with a little voice. "But... But adorable aunt will take away the Baba."