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Chapter 657 Young Master Mu's Secret Lover, A Shocking Dream
"what……"

Qiao Yimo woke up again from a dream, her delicate and picturesque face was as pale as paper, and the light white nightgown on her body was soaked with sweat, sticking to her exquisite body.

Her thin white fingers gripped the quilt under her body, trembling faintly.

Squeak——

The bedroom door was pushed open, and someone walked in quickly towards her.

"Miss Qiao, are you awake?"

A cautious young woman's voice came into my ears.

Qiao Yi's curly black eyelashes could barely be closed, pursed her white lips, and her clear eyes slowly focused on the smartly dressed woman standing beside her bed, "Ling Yin, what time is it?"

"It's almost seven o'clock." Ling Yin turned back and helped Qiao Yimo up, looked at the beads of sweat hanging from her forehead, pursed her lips and said without asking, "Miss Qiao, I think we must hurry up. Just got the news that Mr. Mu has another [-]
It takes only minutes to get to Fengyuan. "

Qiao Yimo's clear eyes flashed suddenly.

……

Fengyuan is located in a relatively central location in Tong City, and this center does not refer to the city center, but the distance from Fengyuan to various areas of Tong City.

The closed garden covers an area of ​​several thousand mu, and it is backed by the only natural landscape in Tong City, with all the internal facilities.

European modern style living room.

Qiao Yimo, who was wearing a white dress, sat on the sofa with her back straight, her natural long hair was draped softly on her thin back, her eyelids were drooping, and her profile face without makeup was soft and quiet.

Ling Yin stood up straight, like a sonorous female general standing beside Qiao Yimo, without looking sideways.

The car whistle sounded from far to near, and finally a sudden brake stopped in front of the gate.

"It's Mr. Mu!" When Ling Yin spoke, she glanced at Qiao Yimo, and hurried towards the door to greet her.

Qiao Yimo breathed lightly, and looked up at the European clock on the wall.

As expected of Mr. Mu, who is digitally controlled, he said that it will arrive in 10 minutes, and it will arrive within one second!

"Mr. Mu."

Ling Yin's suddenly raised respectful voice came from the door.

Qiao Yimo shook his palm slightly, stood up from the sofa, turned around, and looked towards the door.

The tall man who imprinted in his eyes had a stunningly handsome face and an elegant temperament that women could not refuse.

If there was one thing to pick out from this man, it was his left leg, well, he was lame...albeit a slight lame.

"Have you had breakfast?"

Mu Qingxun was holding a black dragon-headed crutch, wearing a light-colored shirt and black trousers, with the hem of the shirt tucked into the waistband of the trousers.

The fine shirt fabric fit his muscular upper body without any wrinkles.

He looked at her with soft and gentle eyes, and when he spoke to her, there was a hint of... doting on his thin and fresh lips.

As soon as the word petting popped into Qiao Yimo's mind, Qiao Yimo lightly frowned Suo Xiuzhi, shook her head, "No."

"That's good." Mu Qingxun walked towards her gracefully with a cane on her shoulders. The other hand without the cane naturally took her hand and walked towards the restaurant.

The hand was instantly covered with warmth, and Qiao Yimo stared at Mu Qingxun's hand holding his own, with a slightly dazed vision.

Could it be that he came back at this time on purpose just to have breakfast with her?
……

restaurant.

Mu Qingxuan took Qiao Yimo to sit with him and had breakfast.

Qiao Yimo pursed her moist pink lips, turned her head to look at Mu Qingxun, who was eating breakfast in a gentle manner, and then looked at him still holding her hand, and whispered, "Mr. Mu..."

"You used to call me Brother Mu, Qingqin, Ahqing..."

Qiao Yimo looked at Mu Qingqing's face.

Said in my heart, that was before, and she had no memory.

Yes, it's that bloody.

Since she woke up a month ago, she no longer remembers anything from the past, and even exaggerated to the point that even her own name was told by him after she woke up.

And he also told her that he was her lover...

Qiao Yimo's eyes flickered, she withdrew her thoughts, looked at Mu Qingxun, and said softly, "Ah Qing, you are holding my hand, how can I have breakfast?"

Mu Qingxun paused, then raised her eyebrows to look at Qiao Yimo, "I'll feed you."

Qiao Yimo was stunned for a moment, her soft face flushed slightly, and the corner of her mouth twitched, "I, I suddenly feel that I can eat by myself."

In order to show that he can do it, Qiao Yimo quickly picked up the porcelain spoon with his left hand... and drank the porridge!
Mu Qingxun looked at Qiao Yimo, her eyes were gradually covered by a layer of darkness.

……

After breakfast, Mu Qingxun and several of his subordinates went to the study.

There was no need to be alone with him, and while Joymo ​​was relieved, she thought to herself that he seemed to be busier than she imagined.

Afterwards, Qiao Yimo went to the garden to take care of the few flowers she had planted herself.

Ling Yin dutifully guarded behind her, always maintaining a high level of vigilance like a soldier.

Qiao Yimo glanced at Ling Yin from the corner of her eyes, and her curled eyelashes flickered slightly, "Ling Yin, you used to...protect me like this now?"

Ling Yin's eyelids shrank quickly, and he looked up somewhere calmly, and his voice was as cautious and rigorous as ever, "Yes."

Qiao Yimo's hand holding the scissors to cut the dead leaves on the flower branches paused, turned to Ling Yin, her beautiful and clear eyes locked on Ling Yin, "Do you know almost everything about me?"

Ling Yin frowned slightly, and glanced somewhere else, "All I know is what you want me to know, Ms. Qiao, and what you don't want me to know, I have no way of knowing."

This answer is really cautious!
Qiao Yimo turned around, cut the leaves and said, "Mu Xian... Ah Qing said that I used to like growing flowers, but I don't know why, but I always feel that I am not interested. Do you think I really like growing flowers? "

"...Mr. Mu said that you like growing flowers, so you must be." Ling Yin replied with some hesitation.

Qiao Yimo curled her lips slightly, turned her head and smiled at Ling Yin, "Should? You follow me every day, you should be sure whether I like growing flowers or not."

Ling Yin, "..."

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the front.

Ling Yin suddenly missed Qiao Yimo's bright eyes and looked forward.

Seeing this, Qiao Yimo covered her eyelashes slightly and looked over.

"Miss Qiao, Mr. Mu is looking for you."

The person who came was one of Mu Qingxun's subordinates, named Cheng Yin.

Qiao Yimo bit her lip, wasn't he talking with his subordinates in the study?The talk is over so soon?

After Qiao Yimo and Cheng Yin left, Ling Yin raised her head and looked up.

What I saw was the window of the study on the second floor.At this moment, a tall and heavy figure was standing quietly at the window.

Ling Yin's breathing couldn't help but suddenly raised.

……

Qiao Yimo thought that Mu Qingxun was going to meet her in the study, but she didn't expect it to be in the bedroom.

Qiao Yimo was led to the door of the bedroom by Cheng Yin, her heartbeat was inexplicably fast and slow.

"The door is open, come in."

The man's clear and mellow voice escaped through the half-hidden door.

Qiao Yimo swallowed her throat and looked at Yin Yin.

Cheng Yin narrowed her eyes slightly, but turned around and walked away.

Qiao Yimo, "..."

"Jojo."

The low-alcohol and patient voice came out again.

Qiao Yimo exhaled, no longer giving himself a chance to hesitate, pushed the door open and walked in.

When Qiao Yimo entered, Mu Qingxun sat calmly by the bed, with a mature and handsome face facing her, with a soft smile in her eyes, with a fatal temptation, "Come."

Qiao Yimo nodded, and subconsciously wanted to close the door, but the moment she stretched out her hand, she took it back, left the door wide open, and walked towards him.

Mu Qingxun glanced at the door of the room, her face remained unchanged, she looked at Qiao Yimo with a chewy smile on her lips.

Qiao Yimo stopped at a distance of two or three steps away from him, and looked at Mu Qingxun with big round dark eyes with a hint of ignorance and confusion, "What do you want from me?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" While Mu Qingxun was speaking, she patted the bed next to her with her neat and slender palm.

The consciousness is obvious, let Qiao Yimo sit over.

Qiao Yimo raised her eyebrows, glanced at Mu Qingxun, and sat down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Qiao Yimo sat down, her waist was suddenly tightened from behind, her upper body instantly tilted, and fell into the man's broad chest exuding a clear breath.

Joy Mo's ears became hot, and he was about to back away in a hurry.

But damn it, she was slow again.

As soon as she moved, his chin was raised by him, and then, his warm lips fell down, kissing her gently but forcefully.

Qiao Yimo's heart was about to explode, beating wildly, and his face was as red as a boiled lobster.

Mu Qingxuan didn't speak when kissing her, but her attitude was very tough and she didn't allow her to resist.

The root of Joey's tongue hurt, his eyes were foggy, and it was difficult to breathe.

After about a century, he finally mercifully withdrew from her lips.

Qiao Yimo's mind was blank, she instinctively supported her chest, and took a deep breath.

Mu Qingxun narrowed her eyes on Qiao Yimo's blurred eyes, and kissed her tenderly on the corner of her lips. While hugging her, she reached out to take a beautifully packaged brocade box from the bedside table, and put it in Qiao Yimo's arms. let go.

Qiao Yimo actually felt a little heavy, frowned and looked at the box in her arms, her voice was low and hoarse, "What is this?"

"A gift for you." Mu Qingxun's deep eyes glided with affection, and said softly.

Qiao Yimo bit her lips habitually, but when her lips touched it, it was a prickly pain.Qiao Yimo frowned even more, and glanced at the man beside him without daring to speak out, expressing that he lost the mood to unwrap presents in an instant!

……

Qiao Yimo pulled her face slightly, and left Mu Qingxun's room with her front legs holding the box. Ling Yin appeared in front of Mu Qingxun's room door and knocked on the door anxiously.

"Enter!"

Ling Yin took a deep breath, pushed the door and walked in, closed the door, walked up two steps and then stopped, bowed his head respectfully, "Old..." Big.

Before the words could be uttered, Ling Yin felt a cold gaze shooting forward.

Ling Yin's heart was suffocated, and she quickly changed her words, "Mr. Mu."

Mu Qing squinted her eyes, responded lightly, and said, "Speak."

"You... During your business trip, everything is fine, Ms. Qiao. Besides, Ms. Qiao just asked me in the garden, does she really like growing flowers?" Ling Yin said.

After Ling Yin finished speaking, Mu Qingxun was silent for a few seconds, "Is there anything else?"

"No." Ling Yin replied.

"Go down." Mu Qingxun said.

"Yes." Ling Yin withdrew.

There was a slight sound of the door closing, and Mu Qingxin's cell phone vibrated on the bedside table at the right time.

Mu Qingxun looked at it, and when her eyes touched the flickering screen of her mobile phone, she suddenly sank.

(End of this chapter)