You Want to Marry Me?

11. Carry your wife home

Vulgar, vulgar, hooligan, vulgar, shameless!

To say another word to him was to lower his style.

Su Mo's body was thin, his waist was big and his head was tall, from his appearance, he looked like a perfect match.

Su Mo supported himself with a walking stick, and after Xing Biao got swung around, he started supporting him by his waist. Aiyo, aiyo, this big guy Xing Biao would also take care of his son like this, it was definitely the right thing to do.

"Remove your claws from my waist, or I'll sue you for sexual harassment."

Eh, ignoring those words, this scene was very beautiful.

"We are fiancé, so let's kiss in front of the crowd. That would still be a show of love, not a hooligan."

Elementary Scholars who encountered soldiers could not explain it clearly. Elementary Scholars meet hooligans, and their blood pressure goes up.

Su Mo ignored him. If I can't get rid of him, then I can at least ignore him, right?

There were three or four steps in front of the café. His left foot was sprained, and he was struggling down the steps.

"Wait, I'll hug you."

When Xing Biao did not reject him, Xing Biao snatched up his walking stick and threw it to Auntie Su. He pulled Su Mo's arm and wrapped it around his neck, and wrapped his other hand around his knee.

Easily, the princess picked it up.

Su Mo was shocked. He was carried like a woman by his father when he was young.

"Hey, put me down."

"Don't move, I'll throw you again."

Xing Biao's speed was very fast, he directly descended the steps and did not put Su Mo down even after he descended the steps.

"Auntie, let's go home."

Auntie Su was happy and followed behind him with her walking stick.

"Go home! "Go home and make dumplings to eat."

Su Mo was embarrassed, there were so many of them, was a man like him being carried? Pushing at Xing Biao's chest, his face was completely red.

"Put me down, I can walk by myself!"

"You're already lame, so what if I'm hugging you? It's not heavy, you should eat more."

Xing Biao patted his waist in disdain.

"I'm afraid I'll break your bones when we do something at night."

Su Mo's face was flushed red. In the past twenty odd years, he had never heard such rogue words.

"You can't f * ck off. If we move here together, your foot injury would be even worse."

Xing Biao happily stepped across a small puddle and jumped over Su Mo.

"Where are your hands? Hold onto my neck."

"Aiyo, Little Mo, you two are about to get married, why are you so shy? Biao Zi, look, his face is red. I'm sorry, he's never been in love before, so he doesn't know anything about love. "

"Mom!"

Enough, enough. Stop teasing him.

"Marry me and date me. I'm his first love."

Xing Biao was a little proud. That man did not wish for his other half to marry him.

"What I like about him is that he's simple and awkward. He's shy and I like him. He's so cute."

This was a good thing, the best was best, the most was good, the worst was good, there was no history of chaos, clean to the point of not even having a record of going to a bar, in his twenties he had never fallen in love, if he married me, then I would be the first and only man.

Pride! Happy!

He moved closer to Su Mo and took a bite.

"My wife is mine for the first time."

Su Mo wanted to bite him, so he pulled on his face forcefully.

"Put that rogue's face away."

Getting molested in public? Su Mo felt that he had lost all his face.

Carrying his wife home, Biao Zi, do you dare to deal with Su Xiao Mo? Yeah? Su Mo, don't sue me for hooliganism, I didn't do anything to you. Biao Zi, control your wife. A collection or something.