Mu Shaoxi pursed his mouth unhappily.

A small look of "the baby is very aggrieved".

Zhou Junyi, Mu Chongming, and Lin Shuangshuang looked shocked.

Zhou Junyi's eyes flashed with a shallow joy, "Is what Shaoxi said true?" ”

"Uh-huh!"

"You see?" Zhou Junyi's tone was gentle, and he caressed his little face with one hand.

"Shaoxi saw it, the little uncle kissed the beautiful sister here." The little hand tapped his mouth.

Mu Chongming frowned, "Nonsense! ”

A person with a child does not know what self-esteem is!

Shame on the face of the Mu family!

Mu Shaoxi closed his little mouth and hugged Zhou Junyi tightly, not knowing why his grandfather was angry.

Is it because the little uncle is fierce and young?

Well, it must be like that!

West Wing.

Mu Jingxi stood in front of the bedroom door, hesitated again and again, and then tried to push the door open.

Click.

The bedroom door was locked from the inside.

Obviously, Joan did it.

Mu Jingxi stood at the door and waited for a while, "Miss Qiao, open the door." ”

"You go sleep in the guest room!"

“……”

"I don't want to see you!"

The corners of Mu Jingxi's lips are slightly hooked, is she still wronged?

"Open the door."

"Get out!"

Joan is in a terrible mood now, her lips are hot and painful, and she is annoyed and aggrieved.

She admits that she is angry.

Who knew that he would have to bow his head and speak at that time, really...... Dislike!

rolled back and forth a few times on the bed~ before the mood calmed down.

Click.

A small sound was heard.

Immediately, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

Qiao An froze, her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, and she pointed to the man outside the door, "You ......"

The corners of Mu Jingxi's lips hooked slightly, and he shook the key in his hand, "Don't forget, this is the Mu family." ”

Just by this door, you want to stop him?

Naive.

"Are you reminding me that people are under the roof now?"

Mu Jingxi handed the key to the servant on the side, entered the bedroom and closed the door with his backhand.

Raising his hand, he unbuttoned his two shirts, and his expression was faint, "I just want to remind you to stop playing hooligan." ”

"Shh

Joan sat up and hugged the pillow into her arms, "You dare to say that you didn't secretly cool it in your heart?" ”

After being kissed, he didn't suffer, did he?

The man's slender fingers moved, turned his head slightly, and his clear and bright black eyes locked on her: "Dark? ”

"Uh-huh!"

"Huh." Mu Jing Xifei's thin lips pulled lightly, "Are you talking about Miss Qiao?" ”

A pillow was thrown at him in an instant.

Mu Jingxi raised his hand and caught it steadily, "Miss Qiao, don't be annoyed and angry." ”

"Get out!"

The pillow was thrown at the end of the bed, and Mu Jingxi turned around and went into the bathroom.

In the dead of night, when everything is silent.

A low, rapid gasp rang out in the bedroom where pins could be heard.

Joan opened her eyes, listened with bated breath for a while, and realized that the voice was coming from the couch.

Mu Jingxi?

She lifted the quilt and walked softly to the sofa.

The man's brows furrowed, a thin layer of hot sweat secreted from his forehead, and he clutched the thin quilt covering his waist and abdomen with one hand.

Rapid breathing, short and heavy.

One by one, in the dead of night, with a touch of sultry drunkenness.

Joan laughed sheepishly, crouched in front of the couch, and stared at him for a while.

Have you had a nightmare?

Hmph, you also have today.

Qiao An made a bad slap on his handsome face, and was not angry, and slapped him twice on the chest, muttering in a low voice: "Bastard, beat you!" ”

His wrists tightened, and his force was so brutal that it seemed to crush her.