Tempting You to Marry Me—Pampered Cute Wifey

Ah haha, shocked in the garage?

Xi Muqiao black smudged a few smiles, sometimes I really want to open my wife's little brain to see what is inside the structure, strange ideas are endless.

He suddenly started to tease her bad thoughts, he locked her black apricots tightly, "but I want to shock on the road?"

Qiao Mu's steaming face is redder, the heart begins to jump uncontrollably, and her heart is so loud that she has a special slap in the heart.

She blushes and asks, "Can I refuse?"

"No."

She swallowed her mouth. She knew that once Muhammad made up her mind, she would not change easily. Instead of wasting her tongue, it would be better to get back home.

Her eyes closed and she went out. "Hey, come on."

Xi Muqiao smiled and bowed, rubbing her hot cheeks, and then, the thin lips fell like raindrops on her delicate red face, sensitive earlobe, and white neck.

He squats and kisses all the way, then lingers on her delicate collarbone.

Qiao Mu closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered gently, letting him take advantage of it, her breathing gradually became disordered, and his burning fingers slid gently over the skin, bringing a strange feel.

For a while, Xi Muqiao slowly let her go, staring at her blushing face.

After waiting for a while, she did not feel the further movement of Xi Muqiao. She opened her eyes and looked at Xi Muqiao, and she blurted out.

"Is this finished?"

Xi Muqiao bent his lips and joked. "Do you think that? Your husband is so countless, do you have to drive on the road? Listen to his wife's tone, I hope to shake it back?"

Qiao Mu stunned, and 10,000 heads of South American specialty grass mud horses whizzed through his heart.

She was blushing, and she really wanted to find a place to sneak in, but obviously there was no seam to give her a drill. She had to bury her familiar face in the murderous murder of Xi Muqiao, how can she do so? People.

In the past month with Xi Muqiao, she has blushed more times than she had blushed in the past 20 years. Qiao Mu feels that her face is hot.

Her voice was sullen, with a thick complaint. "Uncle, can you not make me jokes, you make me very embarrassed."

Xi Muqiao chuckled, her eyes widened, and she took her little face from her arms. "Come and come, let my husband see, my wife's thick face will still be stunned."

Qiao Mu glanced at him and didn't want to talk to him. The man didn't know what happened. Since they got the marriage certificate, they had a husband who had no face and skin all day, and she was panicked for him.

Somehow, she used to tease others, but since she met Xi Muqiao, she only had to be teased by him.

Is this the legendary thing that falls one thing?

Xi Muqiao patted her ass, and there was a smile in the black box. "Go ahead, my husband should calm down."

He didn't intend to do it in the car, but his heart was sharp, how could he be so casual, but she had been twisted by her before, and she was so flustered that she would eat some sweetness first.

Joe Mu did not hesitate for a second, and quickly sat down to the side, close to the door, how far away from him, how far away from him, after sitting, I found that something was wrong in the clothes, how is it so empty?

A small feeling, Mom, her nei clothes are untied...

The face was once again disappointing, and she was so red that she couldn’t buckle her. .

Xi Muqiao looked at her awkward appearance, and she had to go forward to help, and she was stopped by her, as if he was a flood.

"You, you, sit honestly, don't come over."

Just kidding, if he comes over, it will definitely not be a deduction, unless she is kicked by the brain to let him come over!

Xi Muqiao xing felt the throat knot sliding up and down a few times, a smile on the eyebrows, just too emotional, accidentally untied the wife's nei clothes.

Don't look at the wife's usual thick skin can wipe the ground, but this kind of thing, the skin is as thin as a layer of paper, shy very much.

Qiao Mu was red-faced and red, and it was only a few minutes later. She was wearing a rough gas, rubbing her sour arm, and gnawing her teeth to Xi Muqiao.

When her gaze fell on Xi Muqiao, her face turned into a pig liver color, mom, this old mang!

She pulled the pillow and gave it to him. "Old bastard, can you stop it a little, I know you, you are not sick, beg you to kill it soon!"

Xi Muqiao glanced at the crotch, put the pillow on his leg, and covered it. He blinked his eyes and looked like a face. He squinted and squinted, and his face was a little more swaying.

"This was originally a gift for the wife, but it was a pity that the wife did not open it. It doesn't matter. When we go home and slowly dismantle it, now you see it. Your husband is very healthy, not what you worry about." Used in the middle, you can put away your concerns."

"..."

Qiao Mu glanced at him with a weird look. When he first saw him, he was so cold and expressionless. There was a touch of indifference between the eyebrows and a thousand people, and the body was cold and cold. At first glance, it is a person who is not easy to get along with.

But why do you get along more and more, he is more and more like a rogue rogue, Mr. Xi, your high cold fan?

"Sim Mucho, you get up with an old bastard, get out of bed, get up quickly..."

The ringing bell rang, and Qiao Mu's eyes widened. Xi Muqiao tilted her and smiled at the phone. There was a careful inquiry from Lin Yi.

"Boss, are you finished? This is almost an hour!"

Lin Yi is very considerate of the president of his family, because he feels that the fighting power of the president is half an hour, so he is very intimate to give an hour.

Xi Muqiao took a look at the crotch of the crotch, and then he faintly opened his mouth. "You can roll back."

There was a cheer from Lin Yi over there.

A few minutes later, Lin Yi ran back and gasped. The whole person was freezing. I knew that there was no building on this road. He could only wait on the big road, far away. The Grand Cherokee stalked.

When I got off the bus, I ran too fast, I didn’t take the coat, I was wearing a thin suit, and it was messy in the cold wind. There was a close-knit beauty stop in the middle to ask if he wanted to hitchhike, but for the president and his wife, He refused with heart.

He rubbed his hand from the rearview mirror and looked at the back seat. He sniffed the smell, strangely, without the taste after the joy, look at the president, not sweating and panting, looking at his wife, There is no red face and sweat.