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Chapter 803 I'm going to cry, don't you like it?
In the study room, Mu Qingxun sat on the executive chair behind the desk, turned on the computer, and while waiting for the computer program to start, looked up at Qiao Yimo who was standing in front of the bookshelf looking for a book.

Xu Shi noticed his gaze, and Qiao Yimo, who was originally focused on looking for books, looked at him and smiled sweetly at him.

Mu Qingxin narrowed her pupils slightly, and slightly raised the corners of her thin mouth, "It's already ten o'clock, if you're sleepy, go back to your room and rest, don't wait for me."

"I know." Qiao Yimo nodded obediently.

After the computer started up, Mu Qingxun took a deep look at Qiao Yimo, then looked away, opened the computer mailbox, and read the unfinished emails sent to his mailbox today.

One side of the bookshelf in the study room is dedicated to books related to medical treatment, so under normal circumstances, Qiao Yimo only looks for books on that side of the bookshelf.

But today was different. Qiao Yimo searched and found the bookshelf on the right side of the desk.

The bookshelf on the right side of the desk is full of books on finance and economy and related magazine reports published by various countries. At worst, they are masterpieces from various countries, and it seems that every book is the original edition, that is to say, it has not been translated.

translated into Chinese.

Qiao Yimo stretched out his hand, stroked the books in one row of the bookshelf with his fingers, and stared intently at the books on the bookshelf, as if he was simply looking for a book to pass the time.

Mu Qingxun seemed to be completely devoted to her work, and didn't pay attention to Qiao Yimo.

When Qiao Yimo pinched the edge of a certain English classic with her fingers, she raised her eyes to look at Mu Qingxun, but after only one glance, she quietly looked away, took out the book, walked to the sofa and sat down.

Mu Qingxun held the mouse with one hand, and put the other hand on the keyboard, and there were a few typing sounds from time to time in the study.

I don't know whether it was because he was too focused on his work, or because he saw the email that made him unhappy, but gradually, Mu Qing's handsome profile was vaguely cast with a layer of superficial coolness.

……

On the early morning of the New Year's Eve, Qiao Yimo woke up with an unbearable tightness and familiar fullness.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the man's blurred handsome face was imprinted on the pupils of his eyes. Qiao Yimo opened his lips. He wanted to take a breath, but when he didn't want to speak out, he hummed softly.

Qiao Yimo trembled, and her slightly parted lips were about to tighten in the next second.

At this moment, the man's crimson lips fell down suddenly, without giving Qiao Yimo a chance to react and resist, he poured his breath in together.

Qiao Yimo was tightly blocked, whether it was her lips or...

She was a little flustered, and her chaotic consciousness suddenly woke up when she just woke up. She tried to open her mouth to say something, but she used all her strength to pull it out from his lips full of predatory breath. Before he could speak, he
He blocked him aggressively, and he was even more ferocious than before, even with the viciousness of not caring.

Qiao Yimo frowned, his face was flushed because of shortness of breath and pain, his eyes staring at the man on his face were like the surface of a rainy lake, with layers of damp water splashing up.

Mu Qingxin wrapped her long arms around Qiao Yimo's soft waist, her eyes were extremely dark, she looked at Qiao Yimo's resentful eyebrows and eyes, bit her trembling mouth, and her magnetic voice could not be concealed. hoarse and for some reason
Then there was a shudder, "Are you going to cry? Don't you like it? Last time you said it was comfortable."

Qiao Yimo's heart clenched violently, and the corners of his eyes couldn't restrain soreness. He grabbed Mu Qingxun's arm with both hands, and looked at Mu Qingxun with strange eyes.

His hot breath brushed Qiao Yimo's face thickly, but Qiao Yimo couldn't feel any warmth at all. She even felt cold, her whole body was cold!
Mu Qingxun indifferently glanced at the silvery color overflowing from the corners of Qiao Yimo's eyes, but frowned in displeasure, hugged Qiao Yimo's waist, stepped back slightly, turned her over, and pressed her down again. .

"..." The blue veins on Qiao Yimo's forehead immediately stretched out from the pain, and the redness at the corners of her eyes was as deep as thick blood in an instant, forming a strong contrast and impact with her pale face in an instant.

At that moment, Qiao Yimo bit her lower lip with almost all her strength, and suppressed the pain in her throat.

But the pain did not disappear, but piled up in her heart.

……

At eight o'clock, Mu Qingxun and Qiao Yimo went downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast.

"Eat noodles or porridge?" Mu Qingxun looked at Qiao Yimo's sickly pale side face, her eyes were clean and gentle, and her tone was warm and gentle.

Perhaps because of the pain in his body, Qiao Yimo sat on the chair, his whole body trembling invisibly, especially his legs.

Hearing Mu Qingxun's words, Qiao Yimo slightly lowered her thick black and soft eyelashes, opened her mouth, and said with a slightly hoarse voice, "Let's have porridge."

For the rest, with her current state and mood, she has no appetite at all.

But if she doesn't eat, she is afraid that he will be angry.

Mu Qingxun served her a bowl of porridge, and even put the spoon in her cool white palm thoughtfully.

Qiao Yimo held the spoon, buried her head and drank the porridge.

Qiao Yimo was very quiet, but in this quietness, there was a faint sense of desolation and death.

"Why do you just drink porridge? Eat vegetables." Mu Qingxun picked up a side dish and put it on the surface of the spoon where Qiao Yimo had scooped half a spoonful of porridge, looking at her softly.

Qiao Yimo paused, nodded, and ate all the vegetables and porridge.

Seeing this, Mu Qingxun seemed very satisfied, and put some food for Qiao Yimo into her spoon. Seeing her eating softly, she said in a low voice, "Today is thirty, I should stay at home Accompany you, it's just that things have been a little bit lately
, so I have breakfast with you, I still have to go out.But I'll try to get back as soon as possible. "

Qiao Yimo swallowed a mouthful of porridge, tilted her head, stared at Mu Qingxun with calm and clear eyes, and said softly, "It's important, as long as you can come back to celebrate the New Year with me before night."

"good."

Mu Qingxun stretched out her arms, hooked Qiao Yimo's neck from behind, brought her into his arms, kissed her forehead and said.

Qiao Yimo blinked her eyelashes slightly, and then closed her eyelids.

……

After breakfast, Mu Qingxun left Fengyuan as he said, Qiao Yimo escorted him to the door, watched him get in the car and drove away, and then turned back to the villa.

As soon as he walked into the living room, Qiao Yimo felt like a deflated balloon, and the breath around him stagnated for a moment.

She stood in a daze in the living room for more than half an hour, closing her eyelids and trembling, raised her eyes, and looked quietly at the door of the study on the second floor.

……

study.

Qiao Yimo closed the study room, and a tense flash flashed in her somewhat dull eyes.

First of all, Qiao Yimo stared at the bookshelf on the right side of the desk, took a deep breath, and took two steps forward, "Brother Ghost, are you there?"

After Qiao Yimo spoke to the air, she stopped for a while.

After a few seconds, there was no ghost figure in the study.

Qiao Yi swallowed his throat and turned to one side, "Brother Ghosting?"

This time, Qiao Yimo waited longer, but still no ghost appeared in the study.

The breath that Qiao Yimo held in his heart was suddenly relieved.

Without hesitating to waste time, Qiao Yimo walked quickly to the desk at the first time, and the moment she reached out to open the drawer under the desk, Qiao Yimo suddenly paused.

A face was tense with tension and panic.

Mainly, it was the first time for her to do such a thing, and her heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to break.

Qiao Yimo swallowed her saliva forcefully, took a deep breath, and waited until her heartbeat stopped so fast before she quickly opened the drawer.

Pulling out the first drawer, there was nothing in it except some documents and an open but unfinished box of cigarettes.

Qiao Yimo squatted down and used both hands to separate the two drawers.

She was not disappointed this time, and she saw a bunch of silver keys shining brightly in one of the drawers.

Qiao Yimo's face twitched, and he quickly took out the key, and closed a few drawers again. When he stood up, he couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

Qiao Yimo closed her eyes, and walked to the bookshelf on the right side of the desk with her feet a little weak.

After scanning the bookshelves, he reached out and grabbed a completely inconspicuous and even worn-out book on the right side of one of the bookshelves.

Then, the sound of wooden wheels rolling across the floor wafted into Qiao Yimo's ears.

Seeing the row of bookshelves slipping straight back under her nose, Qiao Yimo couldn't help swallowing again.

Although he had already confirmed that there was no one else in the study room, when he walked towards the Fangyuan Terrace, Qiao Yimo still looked around guiltily.

Qiao Yimo stood on the round platform, and within three seconds, the round platform fell with a bang.

Qiao Yimo, "..." I have a wonderful feeling that I have entered a sci-fi scene!

……

After descending to the basement floor, Qiao Yimo froze severely.

Because the heating was turned on everywhere at home, Qiao Yimo only wore a white half turtleneck thin sweater and black leggings, and only a pair of light gray cotton slippers on his feet, without even socks.

Moreover, the underground is obviously sealed by walls on all sides, but the cold wind is coming from all directions. The wind smears the ice slag and hits the person, like ice needles, along the pores and into the bones.

Qiao Yimo folded her arms, and after a while she trembled all over. She looked back and forth, wondering if she should go back and add some clothes.

Of course, just think about it.

She wasn't sure, she just went back like this, would she have a chance to come down again!
Qiao Yimo rubbed his arms, because he was not sure where Mo Xiaozhen was locked up, so after looking back and forth, Qiao Yimo walked in a random direction.

Walking through a narrow aisle, the line of sight widens, but widening the line of sight is not a good thing.

Qiao Yimo saw almost the first dark room on the left side of her arm at the first sight, the huge black monster glaring bloodily at her in a vigilant and defensive dormant posture... the black bear that had attacked her in the closed garden!
Qiao Yimo's nerves ached severely, and he instinctively stepped back a few steps to the right, his face was pale, and he stared at it anxiously.

Time stood still strangely.

The black bear just stared at her, and never roared or threatened her, nor stepped forward to attack. I don't know if it was because of the bondage of that door.

Seeing this, Qiao Yimo blinked, and took a tentative step forward.

The black bear still stared at her.

A drop of sweat slid down Qiao Yi's temple, and the other leg also stepped up.

The black bear also didn't respond.

Qiao Yimo bit her lip, turned around boldly, and strode forward. After walking for a long time, she didn't hear the roar of the black bear, and Qiao Yimo's trembling heart completely relaxed.

At this time, Qiao Yimo also walked to the dark room at the end.

(End of this chapter)