Chapter 601: I Prefer Aftermath Smoke
Speaking of this, Qiao An hesitated for a moment, Mu Jingxi was still recuperating from his injuries, and it was not suitable to get medicine now.
And as an aunt, she should naturally go.
After chatting with Lu Yin for more than an hour, Qiao An hung up the phone.
Putting down the phone, the phone was hot, and remembering that Mu Jingxi was still upstairs, she planned to go to the kitchen to bring him a bowl of soup.
Just as she was about to get up, her bony hand fell on her shoulder, pressed her slightly, and pressed her back to the sofa.
Looking up in surprise, Joan looked at the man who didn't know when he appeared behind him, "When did you come down?" β
Does he walk without a sound?
Scared her to death!
Also, how long had he been standing and what had he heard?
"Just a moment."
Mu Jingxi's face was stinky and in an extremely bad mood,
Bypassing the sofa, he sat down next to her, on the TV, there was a variety show, and several MCs were laughing.
However, it didn't make the audience laugh at all.
Mu Jingxi held one of her hands, held it in his hand, pinched it, and played with it.
Joan turned her head sideways, glanced at him, well, angry!
It's just, why is this good-natured person angry?
"Mu Jingxi, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." The man's tone was understated, but everyone knew that he was angry.
Joan cleared her throat and felt like she should do something, "That...... I'm going to the kitchen and bringing you a bowl of soup? β
"I don't want to drink it."
"Get you some fruit?"
"I don't want to eat it."
"A cigarette then?" Joan vaguely remembers that he smoked.
It's just that the craving for smoking is not very heavy, and occasionally when I am in a bad mood or irritable, I will smoke one or two.
The man finally turned his head slowly and looked at her, and his deep gaze glanced at her with great complexity.
Joan touched her face with one hand: "Is there something on my face?" β
ββ¦β¦ I prefer aftermath cigarettes. β
"What?" Joan asked curiously, her beautiful eyes blinking.
looks ignorant and naΓ―ve.
In my heart, I can scold Mu Jingxi, a big rascal, from head to toe!
Give an inch and take a mile!
Shameless!
Big rascal!
I also smoke afterwards, I want to be beautiful!
"Forget it......" Mu Jingxi looked at her as if she really didn't understand, so she turned her head again, still exuding low pressure.
The servants noticed that Sanshao was in a bad mood, and they hung their heads one after another, not daring to take a breath.
The man's dry and warm palm held her hand, pinching and kneading, Qiao An endured it for a while, and then withdrew his hand, "I'll take it back when I've played enough." β
"I didn't have enough fun."
Joan: "......"
You're still tsundere, aren't you?
If it weren't for the fact that you're a patient, I would have jumped up and blown your head out.
Taking a deep breath, she told herself to endure.
This is a big watermelon, a big watermelon that just got back the life-saving medicine for Yunjin's little baby.
Can't hit.
Can't be angry.
"Guagua, can you not be angry?" Joan leaned in, rested her head on his shoulder, and asked in a soft voice.
The man's sexy thin lips twitched slightly, he turned his head sideways, and told her very seriously, "Don't call Guagua." β
"What's that called?"
"Don't scream anyway."
"You're being vexatious." Qiao An looked delicate, and gave him a Taoist analysis, "Who let you have a watermelon in your name, how suitable it is." β
"It's okay to call if you want." Mu Jingxi's thin lips outlined a wicked smile, and his cold eyes flashed with a strange light.