Mo Beixiao's words not only surprised Su Xiaomi, who was kneeling on the ground, but also the strictness on the other end of the phone obviously didn't expect, "Sanshao, you are ......"

"Ye doesn't need a woman who doesn't understand the amorous feelings to stay in Ye's room."

The man gave Su Xiaomi a blank look, "Come and drag her away for me!" ”

The strict person on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time before he slowly responded, "...... Good. ”

What's wrong with this little couple?

Two minutes later.

Su Xiaomi, who was kneeling on the ground, was half-persuaded and half-supported by two maids to leave Mo Beixiao's master bedroom.

"I'll wait on my knees outside."

Before leaving the room, Su Xiaomi stubbornly spoke.

Mo Beixiao frowned, and after hearing the sound of the door closing, he threw his chopsticks on the table fiercely, "Call Nan Zhiyi!" ”

"Yes."

Answer in a strict muffled voice.

The third young master asked Miss Nan to come over at this time, and eighty percent couldn't handle the third young lady again.

Nan Zhiyi is the cousin of Aunt Mo Beixiao's family, the same age as Su Xiaomi, and she is the only one among the relatives of the Mo family who is close to Su Xiaomi.

Because of this, Nan Zhiyi has to act as a lubricant between Mo Beixiao and Su Xiaomi every time.

"What's the reason for that?"

Looking at the video screen, Nan Zhiyi yawned and glanced at Su Xiaomi, who was kneeling outside the door, and then glanced at Mo Beixiao, "Early in the morning, what's the trouble?" ”

She grabbed tickets for her idol concert all night last night, and was forced to take the video to watch these two awkward people just after sleeping for an hour.

Mo Beixiao leaned on the head of the bed and played with the lighter in his hand irritably, "You say, why did I marry such a mentally retarded person!?" ”

After listening to him explain the ins and outs of the future, Nan Zhiyi couldn't straighten up with a smile, "So Cousin Mo, you let your wife kneel outside because of such a small misunderstanding?" ”

"It's really strange, how can someone like you have a wife!?"

Nan Zhiyi wanted to continue, but stopped when she saw Mo Beixiao's eyes that wanted to kill.

She took a deep breath, "You were just as straight as you are when you told her, right?" ”

The man looked at her and did not speak.

"Acquiescing without speaking?"

He still didn't speak.

"You see, you have admitted it yourself, you are fiercely telling people that they want them to beg you."

“……”

"And I can expect that your tone is not very kind."

“……”

"So it's understandable that Cousin-in-law Mo misunderstood, and your relationship with her is not very good, how could she know that you were waiting for her to beg you with a straight face."

“……”

"Cousin Mo, that's not how my wife chases."

“……”

"Who said I was going to chase her!?"

"So what are you doing?"

"I ......"

Mo Beixiao frowned for a long time, but he didn't think of how to answer.

"Anyway, I'm not chasing her!"

"Say, what are you going to exchange this interview with Su Xiaomi?"

The man was silent for a long time.

This question stumped him.

Originally, she just wanted Su Xiaomi to be soft in front of him, please him, flatter him, and by the way, be coquettish like other people's wives, and she didn't want anything special from her.

What's more, her whole person is already his, what else is there for her that he can't get?

Apart from......

The man took a deep breath, "Forget it, don't worry about her retarded." ”

After saying that, he hung up the video call directly.

The room fell silent instantly.

Through the crack in the door, he looked at the woman kneeling on the marble in the hallway, his brow furrowed fiercely.

"Strict."

"Yes."

"How? Just let her kneel like this? ”

Strictly dazed, "this ......"

You made her kneel like that.

"Why did she say that she was also my wife, and let her kneel on the ground like this?"

"She doesn't have good knees, so you can't give her a cushion? What do you feed for!? ”

Strict: "......"

"Forget it."

The man waved his hand, "Let someone carry her in for me, and put me on my bed and kneel." ”