Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

In my mind, Mu Jingnan's words sounded uncontrollably——

"If Miss Qiao is willing to come forward..."

Joanne covered her head in pain. "Stop it, I told you to stop it!"

Stop talking!

Stop shaking her.

It's none of her business, really none of her business

Mu Jingxi made a mistake. He wanted to plead guilty.

The body slid down feebly, and Joanne hugged herself and buried her head deep in her knees.

Xia Lin stood at the door of the bedroom, holding his breath and listening to the movement inside. He was worried about her accident. He knocked anxiously on the door: "Miss Qiao, are you all right?"

For a long time, Joan's voice came from the bedroom, "I'm fine."

Xia Lin stayed at the door until he heard the sound of footsteps and gradually went away.

It is not that Miss Qiao has no feelings for major mu.

But why did she resist him so much?

Is it because three years of work has left a shadow, so I dare not go to see major mu?

The reason why she mentioned the hearing was that Xia Lin didn't want her to regret.

On the day of the court session, major Mu will be sentenced. At that time, they can meet again.

Major Mu must also wish to see her that day.

If she doesn't go

Shaking his head, Xia Lin sighed and went back to his second bed.

The next morning, Joan was late.

When I came to the research room, my colleagues had already arrived.

She hurriedly expressed her apology. She was confused and finished her work all morning.

An older colleague came to her and said, "you can't concentrate. This is a big taboo in scientific research. Go back and have a rest. Come back when you're in good shape. "

Joanne smiled gratefully, "thank you."

She asked for leave.

Seeing her coming out of the research room, Xia Lin didn't ask anything. He followed her silently and accompanied her back to the apartment.

The day after tomorrow

Will the trial be held the day after tomorrow?

Take a deep breath. Joan said to Xia Lin, "take me to the villa."

…………

"Ma Ma, what's the matter with you?"

Little glutinous rice snuggled into Joan's arms, holding her face with two small claws and frowning, "Ma Ma, aren't you happy?"

"A little."

"Then Ma Ma can tell little glutinous rice why you are not happy?"

Joanne smiled and stroked her little head with one hand.

Little Glutinous Rice said solemnly, "in this way, little glutinous rice can know how to make you happy."

"Little glutinous rice, do you... Want to uncle?"

Suddenly heard the word uncle, little glutinous rice tilted his head and thought for a moment, "is it uncle mu?"

"Well, it's him."

"Yes, but..." the little guy puffed his cheeks and was unhappy.

Joanne held her, and her beautiful eyes gently looked into her eyes, "but what?"

"But my uncle said, I can't see the little glutinous rice."

Little glutinous rice shriveled his mouth and drooped his head. "Why can't you see little glutinous rice?"

"Yes, why..." Joan seemed to ask herself, her voice was very light, almost ethereal.

"Ma Ma, what are you talking about?" Unable to hear what she said just now, little glutinous rice put his head up.

Want to hear clearly.

The wet and soft kiss was printed on her face. Little glutinous rice grinned, held Joan's face and said, "Ma Ma, I love you."

"Ma Ma loves you too."

Back in the bedroom, Joan called Mu's official residence, and the little maid on the West Wing answered the phone.