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Qiao Weihuan didn't move, her hand was still on the car door, "Why is it so troublesome?" I can do it. ”

"Which line?" Moxilin grabbed her arm, "Look at your face, what has become of you?" ”

Mo Xilin's strength is not heavy, but it is very strong, Qiao Weihuan moved, couldn't break free, and still had to speak, listening to his suppressed voice: "Qiao Weihuan, I don't want others to worry, let me send you home safely." ”

The words were spoken very softly, almost in a deep tone, and could not be heard really.

The meaning is thick and difficult to say.

Originally, Qiao Weihuan really felt troublesome, and Mo Xi drove her off, and Gust was going to throw it on the road, and he had to deliberately get it back. She didn't have anything to do, but her mind was just a little drifting, and she didn't know that her face was bad.

I looked up at the rearview mirror, but I didn't see anything wrong with my face. It's just that under the crumbling street lamp, in the lightless carriage, she has the illusion that half of her face is red.

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, and was taken out of the car by Mo Xilin and stuffed into the co-pilot. When she came back to her senses, Moxilin was bending down to help her buckle her seatbelt, she waved her hand, buttoned it herself, and then Moxilin started the car without saying a word.

Moxilin held the steering wheel tightly, glancing at the still shadow, listening to her shallow breathing, thinking: fortunately he came.

He was suspicious, his plan for tonight was to come and confess to her, and these two coincidences were not coincidental at all.

However, when he bumped into her inadvertent vulnerability, all his hidden thoughts roared all over the world, drowning out his previous thoughts in an instant.

If he continues like this, he will be able to come over as soon as she needs to be taken care of.

As for who did this, he can continue to investigate.

Qiao Weihuan sat with half of his body hot and half of his body cold, looking ahead without blinking, but he didn't know what Mo Xilin thought.

I don't know if these are completely different in the eyes of the man in the suit. What they saw was that Moxi came running to her in the middle of the night, and then the two of them went home together.

The two of them feel that they are above board, but unfortunately from the perspective of outsiders, it is called "blatant".

The man in the suit couldn't bear it anymore, and said to his companion: "Report this matter to the loyal master." ”

With a rugged face, his companion reached for his phone.

They will listen to Qiao Weihuan's arrangement, protect her safety loyally, and treat her as a real lady. Now it looks like Madame is going to cheat, and they want to stop it......

The night was as deep as promise, and under the cover of the fog, the wide road seemed to stretch to the horizon, but it could not penetrate the long night, and no matter how much you looked, there was no end in sight.

Mo Xi sent Qiao Weihuan home, she entered the elevator with a deep line of sight behind her, and waved her hand at the vague and tall figure before the door closed.

After going home, Qiao Weihuan took off her shoes, bent down to open the shoe cabinet and put it in, and suddenly her eyes froze.

There are more pairs of men's leather shoes in the shoe cabinet, luxurious black, neat style, I can't see anything special, but they are handmade.

Qiao Weihuan closed the shoe cabinet with a "snap", she didn't wear any shoes, stepped on the floor barefoot, walked around the living room in a hurry, didn't see a figure, but saw a long coat on the sofa, and soon she went to the bedroom.

There was only a bedside lamp turned on in the room, He Zhengxiao was leaning over to adjust the brightness, his shirt was straight and his trousers were cold, and Yingting's side face was no different from before, but the warm light reflected in his deep eyes, reflecting warmth and softness.

At this moment, in Qiao Weihuan's eyes, it was like he had been at the end of a long road, guiding her with that faint light.

I didn't expect him to come, and it happened to be at such a time, this scene surprised her more than He Zhengxiao expected.

Why is he so capable?

When he was needed, he came.

Qiao Weihuan slowed down his breathing, listened to him call, and said to the person on the other end in a low voice: "Don't deliberately check, when he goes there, what he will say is clear at a glance......"

She didn't want to interrupt him to say business, her steps passed gently, and when she saw his long fingers moving slightly, adjusting the brightness with two minds, she slowly reached out to wrap her hand around the man's narrow waist.

The bedroom door wasn't closed, and as soon as she came in, he knew.

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes slightly, the arms around his waist were wrapped loosely, and there were negligible scratches on his slender wrists.

“…… It is not necessary to arrest people, mainly evidence, you are careful. ”

After he finished explaining, he hung up the phone, and his long fingers pulled her wrist, "Where did you run into it, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan withdrew his hand, stared at his wrist and looked at it carefully, thinking that it might have been touched by Qiao's mother, when the porcelain plate on the washstand fell to the ground, and there were many flying fragments.

He Zhengxiao's tone was the same as usual, low and peaceful, but they were all concerned, Qiao Weihuan's empty chest was strangely steady, his cheek was against his broad back, and he asked him softly: "Small injury, don't worry about it...... What are you doing here. ”

He Zhengxiao pulled her in front of him, pulled her face with his big hand, pressed his forehead against hers, and scraped the tip of her nose with a straight nose: "What answer do you want to hear?" ”

"Of course, I want to hear what you say, think about it, and I can't do it."

After saying that, she shivered viciously and laughed at herself. She turned around, knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg, lifted the quilt to get in, heard He Zhengxiao also chuckled, followed by her thin waist was wrapped, and dragged her off the bed lightly and heavily.

"Take a shower and go back to sleep."

Qiao Weihuan was taken to the bathroom by He Zhengxiao, seeing that he twisted the shower with his big hand, he didn't want to wash it when he was a little tired, "I'll just wash my face." ”

"Huanhuan."

He Zhengxiao half-turned around, grabbed a strand of her long hair between his long fingers, and put it under the tip of his nose, "You haven't taken a bath for a few days?" ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

Is this because she smells? Did she take a shower in the morning?

Qiao Weihuan stepped on him, and took the shower and was about to aim at him. Who knew that the water column was not powerful, and before it reached He Zhengxiao, it drooped downward. Only two or three drops fell onto his trousers, sliding tremblingly down the trouser tube to the ground.

He Zhengxiao didn't mind, his big hand patted the top of her soft hair, and took the shower back to see that posture was going to bathe her?

Qiao Weihuan thought of all kinds of bathroom shows, and blushed and went to grab them.

As a result, He Zhengxiao stood up, he was so tall, with broad shoulders and a great figure, Qiao Weihuan simply hung on him to grab it. After grinding, he felt his chest slowly tighten, his big hand clasped around her waist, and his mellow voice was a little hoarse, "Do you want to wash it, huh?" ”

…… If you don't wash, you're going to dry something.

It was so close that a thin layer of clothing couldn't cover anything, Qiao Weihuan's clothes were still wet, her softness was against the man's hot chest, and slowly her whole body became hot, and she almost went off.

Qiao Weihuan's breathing was unsteady, so she distanced herself from him a little and regained some sense, "Wash, you go out, I'll soak for a while." ”

He Zhengxiao lowered his head slightly, his lips touched her sideburns, let go of her and turned out of the bathroom.

Closing the door gently, the curvature of his lips faded, his long legs stepped away, and he picked up the phone on the table, "She went back to the house today?" ”

Qiao Weihuan didn't deliberately hide it, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were tired, not physiological. She didn't want to say it, she just felt that she didn't have any desire/desire to talk - things that she had long been used to were just whining when she said it, and she didn't like to complain.

But He Zhengxiao knows her, and now there are only a few people who can make her like this, including Qiao's mother.

Uncle Zhong said respectfully: "Yes, the young lady went back. ”

He Zhengxiao slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes sank, and he said coldly: "You go to see her and tell her that among continuing to pretend to be crazy and stupid and nothing, choose one." ”

"Yes."

"The old servant and Sarri are also optimistic."

"Yes......"

Uncle Zhong said the word "Something to say" and stopped, He Zhengxiao pointed at a long time, "Something?" ”

"Nope."

Uncle Zhong didn't believe what he heard at all, he thought that Qiao Weihuan and Mo Xilin were frank, they were really something, and they wouldn't be in front of so many people, so they didn't say anything about it to block their young master.

However, if Uncle Zhong doesn't say it, someone will always say it. At that time, the mood of the listener was different, and the person who spoke had a strong subjective consciousness, so the words were different.

Qiao Weihuan came out wrapped in a bathrobe and saw He Zhengxiao lying leisurely, his long legs lazily overlapped, his arms folded and his eyes closed. When he was asleep, she passed lightly, and the sound of lying on the bed was very quiet.

As soon as he lay down, his waist was hugged from behind, and a warm kiss fell from his neck.

The next day, He Zhengxiao woke up earlier than her, she opened her eyes, and there was no one around. When I went out, I saw He Zhengxiao dressed well, and he was talking on the phone again.

After Qiao Weihuan washed, she quietly boiled the porridge and heated two quick-frozen custard buns by the way.

During the meal, He Zhengxiao was still on the phone, looking very busy.

Qiao Weihuan silently ate his custard bun, felt like a little daughter-in-law when washing the dishes, and smiled.

The kitchen of her house is open, and Qiao Weihuan lowered her eyes and curled the corners of her mouth, falling on the dark eyes without any difference.

He Zhengxiao put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, and his long fingers buckled on the mobile phone screen, "Huanhuan." ”

Qiao Weihuan was wiping his hands, looking up at him, he picked up his coat, and stretched his slender fingers towards her.

She vaguely gave birth to some expectations, for the future.

The two of them went to the company, and Mr. He, who hadn't shown up for a long time, got out of the car, and the staff passing by downstairs of the company began to stare wide-eyed. That is, when Qiao Weihuan got out of the car, the news of "Mr. He came to the company" exploded in the company's internal group, and the whole building was agitated.

When he got out of the car, Qiao Weihuan glanced at the man beside him and quietly grabbed his arm, so the restlessness of the building was even greater.

When I entered the elevator, before the door closed, I saw the assistant walking towards the elevator. Qiao Weihuan pressed the door button and waited for him for a while.

The assistant glanced at He Zhengxiao, then lowered his eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Qiao." ”

With a slight movement of his arm, the plastic bag he was holding made a rustling sound.

He Zhengxiao half-lowered his eyes, and the assistant was handing the bag to Qiao Weihuan: "Mr. Qiao, this is what Mo Dong sent to you just now." ”

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Qiao Weihuan didn't move, her hand was still on the car door, "Why is it so troublesome?" I can do it. ”

"Which line?" Moxilin grabbed her arm, "Look at your face, what has become of you?" ”

Mo Xilin's strength is not heavy, but it is very strong, Qiao Weihuan moved, couldn't break free, and still had to speak, listening to his suppressed voice: "Qiao Weihuan, I don't want others to worry, let me send you home safely." ”

The words were spoken very softly, almost in a deep tone, and could not be heard really.

The meaning is thick and difficult to say.

Originally, Qiao Weihuan really felt troublesome, and Mo Xi drove her off, and Gust was going to throw it on the road, and he had to deliberately get it back. She didn't have anything to do, but her mind was just a little drifting, and she didn't know that her face was bad.

I looked up at the rearview mirror, but I didn't see anything wrong with my face. It's just that under the crumbling street lamp, in the lightless carriage, she has the illusion that half of her face is red.

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, and was taken out of the car by Mo Xilin and stuffed into the co-pilot. When she came back to her senses, Moxilin was bending down to help her buckle her seatbelt, she waved her hand, buttoned it herself, and then Moxilin started the car without saying a word.

Moxilin held the steering wheel tightly, glancing at the still shadow, listening to her shallow breathing, thinking: fortunately he came.

He was suspicious, his plan for tonight was to come and confess to her, and these two coincidences were not coincidental at all.

However, when he bumped into her inadvertent vulnerability, all his hidden thoughts roared all over the world, drowning out his previous thoughts in an instant.

If he continues like this, he will be able to come over as soon as she needs to be taken care of.

As for who did this, he can continue to investigate.

Qiao Weihuan sat with half of his body hot and half of his body cold, looking ahead without blinking, but he didn't know what Mo Xilin thought.

I don't know if these are completely different in the eyes of the man in the suit. What they saw was that Moxi came running to her in the middle of the night, and then the two of them went home together.

The two of them feel that they are above board, but unfortunately from the perspective of outsiders, it is called "blatant".

The man in the suit couldn't bear it anymore, and said to his companion: "Report this matter to the loyal master." ”

With a rugged face, his companion reached for his phone.

They will listen to Qiao Weihuan's arrangement, protect her safety loyally, and treat her as a real lady. Now it looks like Madame is going to cheat, and they want to stop it......

The night was as deep as promise, and under the cover of the fog, the wide road seemed to stretch to the horizon, but it could not penetrate the long night, and no matter how much you looked, there was no end in sight.

Mo Xi sent Qiao Weihuan home, she entered the elevator with a deep line of sight behind her, and waved her hand at the vague and tall figure before the door closed.

After going home, Qiao Weihuan took off her shoes, bent down to open the shoe cabinet and put it in, and suddenly her eyes froze.

There are more pairs of men's leather shoes in the shoe cabinet, luxurious black, neat style, I can't see anything special, but they are handmade.

Qiao Weihuan closed the shoe cabinet with a "snap", she didn't wear any shoes, stepped on the floor barefoot, walked around the living room in a hurry, didn't see a figure, but saw a long coat on the sofa, and soon she went to the bedroom.

There was only a bedside lamp turned on in the room, He Zhengxiao was leaning over to adjust the brightness, his shirt was straight and his trousers were cold, and Yingting's side face was no different from before, but the warm light reflected in his deep eyes, reflecting warmth and softness.

At this moment, in Qiao Weihuan's eyes, it was like he had been at the end of a long road, guiding her with that faint light.

I didn't expect him to come, and it happened to be at such a time, this scene surprised her more than He Zhengxiao expected.

Why is he so capable?

When he was needed, he came.

Qiao Weihuan slowed down his breathing, listened to him call, and said to the person on the other end in a low voice: "Don't deliberately check, when he goes there, what he will say is clear at a glance......"

She didn't want to interrupt him to say business, her steps passed gently, and when she saw his long fingers moving slightly, adjusting the brightness with two minds, she slowly reached out to wrap her hand around the man's narrow waist.

The bedroom door wasn't closed, and as soon as she came in, he knew.

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes slightly, the arms around his waist were wrapped loosely, and there were negligible scratches on his slender wrists.

“…… It is not necessary to arrest people, mainly evidence, you are careful. ”

After he finished explaining, he hung up the phone, and his long fingers pulled her wrist, "Where did you run into it, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan withdrew his hand, stared at his wrist and looked at it carefully, thinking that it might have been touched by Qiao's mother, when the porcelain plate on the washstand fell to the ground, and there were many flying fragments.

He Zhengxiao's tone was the same as usual, low and peaceful, but they were all concerned, Qiao Weihuan's empty chest was strangely steady, his cheek was against his broad back, and he asked him softly: "Small injury, don't worry about it...... What are you doing here. ”

He Zhengxiao pulled her in front of him, pulled her face with his big hand, pressed his forehead against hers, and scraped the tip of her nose with a straight nose: "What answer do you want to hear?" ”

"Of course, I want to hear what you say, think about it, and I can't do it."

After saying that, she shivered viciously and laughed at herself. She turned around, knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg, lifted the quilt to get in, heard He Zhengxiao also chuckled, followed by her thin waist was wrapped, and dragged her off the bed lightly and heavily.

"Take a shower and go back to sleep."

Qiao Weihuan was taken to the bathroom by He Zhengxiao, seeing that he twisted the shower with his big hand, he didn't want to wash it when he was a little tired, "I'll just wash my face." ”

"Huanhuan."

He Zhengxiao half-turned around, grabbed a strand of her long hair between his long fingers, and put it under the tip of his nose, "You haven't taken a bath for a few days?" ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

Is this because she smells? Did she take a shower in the morning?

Qiao Weihuan stepped on him, and took the shower and was about to aim at him. Who knew that the water column was not powerful, and before it reached He Zhengxiao, it drooped downward. Only two or three drops fell onto his trousers, sliding tremblingly down the trouser tube to the ground.

He Zhengxiao didn't mind, his big hand patted the top of her soft hair, and took the shower back to see that posture was going to bathe her?

Qiao Weihuan thought of all kinds of bathroom shows, and blushed and went to grab them.

As a result, He Zhengxiao stood up, he was so tall, with broad shoulders and a great figure, Qiao Weihuan simply hung on him to grab it. After grinding, he felt his chest slowly tighten, his big hand clasped around her waist, and his mellow voice was a little hoarse, "Do you want to wash it, huh?" ”

…… If you don't wash, you're going to dry something.

It was so close that a thin layer of clothing couldn't cover anything, Qiao Weihuan's clothes were still wet, her softness was against the man's hot chest, and slowly her whole body became hot, and she almost went off.

Qiao Weihuan's breathing was unsteady, so she distanced herself from him a little and regained some sense, "Wash, you go out, I'll soak for a while." ”

He Zhengxiao lowered his head slightly, his lips touched her sideburns, let go of her and turned out of the bathroom.

Closing the door gently, the curvature of his lips faded, his long legs stepped away, and he picked up the phone on the table, "She went back to the house today?" ”

Qiao Weihuan didn't deliberately hide it, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were tired, not physiological. She didn't want to say it, she just felt that she didn't have any desire/desire to talk - things that she had long been used to were just whining when she said it, and she didn't like to complain.

But He Zhengxiao knows her, and now there are only a few people who can make her like this, including Qiao's mother.

Uncle Zhong said respectfully: "Yes, the young lady went back. ”

He Zhengxiao slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes sank, and he said coldly: "You go to see her and tell her that among continuing to pretend to be crazy and stupid and nothing, choose one." ”

"Yes."

"The old servant and Sarri are also optimistic."

"Yes......"

Uncle Zhong said the word "Something to say" and stopped, He Zhengxiao pointed at a long time, "Something?" ”

"Nope."

Uncle Zhong didn't believe what he heard at all, he thought that Qiao Weihuan and Mo Xilin were frank, they were really something, and they wouldn't be in front of so many people, so they didn't say anything about it to block their young master.

However, if Uncle Zhong doesn't say it, someone will always say it. At that time, the mood of the listener was different, and the person who spoke had a strong subjective consciousness, so the words were different.

Qiao Weihuan came out wrapped in a bathrobe and saw He Zhengxiao lying leisurely, his long legs lazily overlapped, his arms folded and his eyes closed. When he was asleep, she passed lightly, and the sound of lying on the bed was very quiet.

As soon as he lay down, his waist was hugged from behind, and a warm kiss fell from his neck.

The next day, He Zhengxiao woke up earlier than her, she opened her eyes, and there was no one around. When I went out, I saw He Zhengxiao dressed well, and he was talking on the phone again.

After Qiao Weihuan washed, she quietly boiled the porridge and heated two quick-frozen custard buns by the way.

During the meal, He Zhengxiao was still on the phone, looking very busy.

Qiao Weihuan silently ate his custard bun, felt like a little daughter-in-law when washing the dishes, and smiled.

The kitchen of her house is open, and Qiao Weihuan lowered her eyes and curled the corners of her mouth, falling on the dark eyes without any difference.

He Zhengxiao put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, and his long fingers buckled on the mobile phone screen, "Huanhuan." ”

Qiao Weihuan was wiping his hands, looking up at him, he picked up his coat, and stretched his slender fingers towards her.

She vaguely gave birth to some expectations, for the future.

The two of them went to the company, and Mr. He, who hadn't shown up for a long time, got out of the car, and the staff passing by downstairs of the company began to stare wide-eyed. That is, when Qiao Weihuan got out of the car, the news of "Mr. He came to the company" exploded in the company's internal group, and the whole building was agitated.

When he got out of the car, Qiao Weihuan glanced at the man beside him and quietly grabbed his arm, so the restlessness of the building was even greater.

When I entered the elevator, before the door closed, I saw the assistant walking towards the elevator. Qiao Weihuan pressed the door button and waited for him for a while.

The assistant glanced at He Zhengxiao, then lowered his eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Qiao." ”

With a slight movement of his arm, the plastic bag he was holding made a rustling sound.

He Zhengxiao half-lowered his eyes, and the assistant was handing the bag to Qiao Weihuan: "Mr. Qiao, this is what Mo Dong sent to you just now." ”

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