Tempting You to Marry Me—Pampered Cute Wifey

Changed her underwear and went back with her legs. She had to sleep for another half an hour.

Xi Muqiao slept very well, she did not wake him up when she went back to the bathroom, and Qiao Mu frowned.

In the past, I was afraid that he would toss her for one night. The next day, she was full of spirits, but she slept so badly this morning.

After Joe Mu lay down, he looked up again and looked at his face in detail.

He is really thirty-two years old, but the skin is very good, unlike many men, the pores are thick and oily, and the years have not left a trace on his face.

Just look at this face, like twenty-five or six years old, but the body exudes the temperament of a mature man, mature and restrained, glamorous and noble, and really attractive.

She secretly sighed, and she was really old, and she slept so badly after working overnight.

She pouted and her white fingers poked his face.

After two times, there is still no response.

Her heart suddenly rose into a kind of fear, so that the unresponsive Xi Muqiao was like death, she was shocked by her own thoughts, and quickly went to shoot his face.

Just took two shots, the little hand was held by the man's big hand, and then sent to the mouth, kissing.

The man’s voice is accompanied by a special hoarseness that wakes up in the morning, accompanied by a low voice, and is especially swearing.

"Mrs. Let me sleep more, some headaches."

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. He was always tired with a sturdy scorpion, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Qiao Mu was shocked and felt his lips hot. "Mr. Xi, you are fine, is it a cold?"

"A bit."

"You wait, I will take the medicine for you."

Qiao Mu quickly put on her robe, and she went downstairs to get things with her ankle. She could think of why Mr. Xi would be cold. It must have been that she put her hand into his clothes last night.

At that time, she was a bit arrogant, and she opened the collar of Xi Muqiao, and her chest was exposed in the snow.

After a few minutes, Joe Mu went and returned.

"Mr. Xi?"

Xi Muqiao opened his eyes and saw Qiao Mu, who was holding a cup like a little maid, and his thin lips hooked.

After measuring the body temperature, 38.5 ° C, Qiao Mu turned out the antipyretic to him, he took the medicine in the palm of Qiao Mu, and after drinking the hot water, he lay down again.

Joe Mu's took off his nightgown, then broke open the quilt and went in with his bare thighs, and the man's eyes moved.

"Mrs., the state is not good, the body is not enough to satisfy you."

Joe Mu's face was red, and he went to rub the meat around his waist. He was quite biting. "Sim Muqiao, can you not be so shameless? I just watched you burn hot. I just came upstairs, some cold, Come over and warm up!"

Xi Muqiao, "..."

It was still snowing outside, the weather was a bit gloomy, and the bedroom with thick curtains was dimly lit.

The frustrated voice of the little woman came from the ear. "Mr. Xi, we can't go out and make a snowman."

"No hurry, there are snow in recent days, when the heap can be."

"I can't go to see Qian Qian. When I went downstairs, Zhou Wei said that the heavy snow for the night had already closed the road."

Xi Muqiao took her into her arms and kissed her smooth forehead. "Mrs. I am not in a hurry, I will sleep well with me. There are so many recent things."

She squinted slightly, and snorted on his blue chin. "Good!"

At nine o'clock, Xi Muqiao got up and went to the bathroom. After taking the medicine, he sweated a lot. This made him feel unbearable.

After the shower, he measured his body temperature again, 37.5 ° C, which was much better. He wiped his face and attached it to Joe Muir.

"Mrs. Good morning."

When Joe Mu went downstairs, it was close to eleven o'clock. She didn't think that she had just slept for three hours.

She was already empty and cold, and she quickly dressed and dressed.

Packing herself up, she went to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the curtains.

The temperature difference between the inside and the outside was large, and the window was white. She took a few paper towels and wiped out a small piece of glass. I wanted to see what was going on outside.

Wiping it, her movement stopped.

The courtyard was white with snow, and the snow was curled up by the wind and then flew down. Then, through the thick glass, I could feel how cold it was.

But she saw a gray figure.

The man kneels on the ground, holding something in his hand, is repairing a ball of snow, she can't see his face, but she knows that Mr. Xi at the moment must be serious and serious.

The heart was so soft and unprepared, she quickly took the crutches and went downstairs.

The family had already finished breakfast. At this moment, they chatted and watched TV in the living room. Joe Mu rushed to say hello and picked up the scarf on the hanger and rushed out.

Lin Wei’s face was black and dark. How could the child not have a moment of stability, and like a monkey all day, jumped up and down.

"Sim Muqiao!"

The man turned his head, and the next moment he got up, striding to the side of the meteor, the eyebrows wrinkled, and it was a slap in the face of her skull.

"Why don't you wear a hat, don't wear gloves, Joe Mu, you can do it!"

Qiao Mu brought the scarf to him, and plunged into his arms, poked his chest, and sweared at his uneasiness. "I said that I did, you just got sick, don't wear a hat, don't wear gloves, don't wear a scarf, Mr. Xi, Who is it?"

"I am a man!"

"What happened to a man, a man has more lives than a woman?"

Xi Muqiao stunned, but the next moment he sighed and licked one side of the lips.

"There are no more than one fate, just... one more leg."

"Cut, Mr. Xi, do you know that I am already immune to your shackles now? I will record your swearing words and send them to the fast-handed players in the future. Hey, the name is called the overbearing president who will talk about 荤 子. ”

The man smiled, didn't speak, just squinted, and the warning in the sly was obvious.

Qiao Mu rushed to his mouth and shifted the subject. "In other words, Mr. Qi is getting up to give me a snowman?"

Xi Muqiao put her hand into her pocket, holding her waist and looking at her, "Uh-huh."

Qiao Mu shrugged his shoulders and raised his head. The white mist that came out blurted the handsome face of the man. "Mr. Xi, I suddenly found out that you are still a warm man, I am very touched."

His expression was slightly loose, and she picked her up to the unfinished snowman, and the black-eyed scorpion was particularly bright in this snow and ice.

He crouched down and picked up the utility knife. "I can hear this sentence from my wife's mouth. I am even more moved."

Qiao Mu grinned dissatisfiedly. "Hey, Mr. Xi, I am saying what I am saying, can you be serious, be serious, don't be a joke, you are so hurtful and self-respecting!"

The man looked up, with a warm and hearty smile on his face, and his lips scorned, as if the world had lost color. "Mrs. I am very serious."