Mu Moting knocked on his desk.

"Mr. Qi, please go to your own home to be affectionate, is it okay?"

Only then did Qi Muchen let go of Su Xiaoya, who was already paralyzed into a puddle of mud in his arms, and squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Well, Mrs. Qi. Did you hear your brother-in-law's words? Let's go back and make out. ”

Mu Moting: ......

So how thick is this person's skin.

——

The night before leaving Jiangcheng, Su Xiaoya tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Since she came to Jiangcheng, she has attended three funerals.

Moreover, Xiao An came with her, but when he left, he was buried here forever.

Jiangcheng is a sad place for her. When her grandmother left Jiangcheng, did she feel the same way?

"Little things."

Qi Muchen's hand gently hugged her, and his fiery lips slowly rubbed her delicate earlobe.

Mr. Qi is in a good mood now, thinking that he can finally leave the ghost place of Jiangcheng and return to his territory with his wife and children.

And finally I don't have to see the M brothers dangling in front of the little things.

His heart is endlessly happy, and when he is happy, he wants to do something to make him more physically and mentally happy.

But when his hand was reaching into Su Xiaoya's shirt, the body of the little thing in his arms was very stiff.

She didn't resist, but he was so familiar with her body that she didn't want to.

Qi Muchen frowned and turned her body around strongly.

As a result, seeing Su Xiaoya's watery eyes, he was obviously sad.

Mr. Qi's fiery anger immediately disappeared, hugged her, and gently kissed her moist eyes.

"Little thing, are you reluctant to give up your brother. If you can't bear to. ”

He thought for a moment, his voice domineering and resolute.

"Tomorrow I will send someone to take out your brother's urn again and bring it back to the imperial capital."

Su Xiaoya: ......

Stretched out his leg and kicked him.

"My brother is in the ground, are you going to let him go and let him live in peace?"

"Then what are you sad about?"

Mr. Qi, who loves to be suspicious, looked slightly gloomy and pinched her chin.

"Reluctant to leave the two Mu brothers?"

"What nonsense!"

Su Xiaoya unceremoniously kicked it again.

"I'm thinking about ......," she sighed, holding the quilt and drawing melancholy circles around Mr. Qi's chest.

"I'm thinking about my grandma and ...... and the old homeowner. ”

Su Xiaoya never wanted to call Mu Qingchen his grandfather, but now that he thinks of his grandmother, he feels a little depressed.

"Bastard Qi, I think of two sentences."

Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a sigh;

Meeting the right person at the right time is a blessing.

"My grandmother's love is a sigh. And I, I'm happy. Qi bastard, thank you for this happiness you have brought me. ”

Qi Muchen watched his woman nest in his arms like a kitten, and whispered touching sweet words to himself.

The depressed mood just now suddenly disappeared.

My heart is like a blooming flower, and it is very useful.

"Hmm. Marry me, of course you are happy. ”

Mr. Qi was very cheeky, then lowered his head, and planted strawberries on his woman's smooth shoulders with his fiery lips.

The little thing beneath him whimpered and snuggled into his arms, its pink toes curled up into beautiful lotus petals.

Just when Mr. Qi wanted to further warm up with his own woman, suddenly Su Xiaoya's mobile phone on the table trembled.

He frowned, reached for his phone, and glanced at it.

Suddenly, his face sank.

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