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Chapter 822 Brother Mu, please let me

There was a knock on the door at this moment.

Mu Qingxun frowned slightly, looked at the door, pulled out her arm gently, lifted the quilt up, tucked the corners of the quilt, got up, stood by the bed, and stared at Qiao Yimo, who had finally fallen into a deep sleep. After a while, turn around and walk away

out of the bedroom.

The moment the bedroom door is taken from outside.

Cheng Yin silently handed the mobile phone that was still vibrating in her hand to Mu Qingxun.

Mu Qingxun didn't even look at it, she took it, put it in her ear and walked towards the study while listening.

Cheng Yin stood in the corridor, looking at Mu Qingqian and Xiao Su's back, an indescribable complex feeling weighed heavily on her heart.

……

study.

"Is everything going well?" Mu Qingxun sat on the executive chair, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a lighted cigarette in the other, her voice was light and hoarse after smoking.

"Well, it went well. It's just..."

The woman's soft voice was mixed with well-measured coquettishness.

"What is it?" Mu Qingxun put the cigarette to her lips, frowned slightly and sucked, her voice became more hoarse and ethereal.

"...I miss you so much."

Even if you can't see the woman's face, you can imagine how shy she is at the moment just by hearing the voice.

"Ah……"

Mu Qingxun laughed dumbly, "When will you come back?"

"The cooperation here is almost done. If there are no accidents, we will be able to come back after signing the contract tomorrow."

"Fix a time and tell me. I'll send someone to pick you up at the airport." When Mu Qingxun said this, his handsome and extraordinary face was covered by a thin layer of white smoke. Under the shroud of smoke, even more

I can't figure it out.

"...Ah, we haven't seen each other for a few days, don't you miss me?" The woman paused for a few seconds, and she could hear obvious resentment in her voice through the microphone of the mobile phone, but she was still reserved.

In this way, complaining is not like complaining, but more like acting like a baby.

"think."

Mu Qingxun didn't even think about it, she just spoke with a cigarette in her mouth.

"Then, don't let your men come down to pick me up, can you come here?"

Mu Qing's black eyes under the white smoke deepened deeply, she pinched the cigarette near her mouth with two elegant and clean long fingers, and slowly crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, her cool and beautiful lips moved Next, the deep magnetic voice is patient and conniving

, "You have already spoken, there is no bad reason."

"So, you agreed?" The woman's voice suddenly brightened.

"See you tomorrow." Mu Qing smiled lightly.

"Well, see you tomorrow!"

Hearing the sound of the call ending coming from the mobile phone, Mu Qingxun's face was completely expressionless, her long eyebrows were pressed down sternly, and she casually threw the phone on the desk.

……

Qiao Yimo's peaceful sleep lasted only two hours before waking up from the nightmare again.

In the tens of seconds after opening his eyes, Qiao Yimo couldn't breathe at all, his chest was hanging high, his neck looked like he had just been fished out of ice water, and his hair was all wet on his scalp, cheeks and neck.

She suddenly stared several times, her pupils staring at the ceiling were scarlet red in extreme panic, trembling violently.

After dozens of seconds.

Qiao Yimo suddenly tightened the quilt under her body, opened her lips wide, and gasped for breath, her pale and wet face was engraved with lingering pain and fear.

Minutes passed.

Only then did Qiao Yimo slowly let go of the wrinkled quilt that she had already squeezed, her curly black eyelashes blinked wetly, her dark pupils were weak and dazed, and she breathed lowly and swept the bedroom. circled.

Not seeing that person, Qiao Yimo closed his eyes, propped up the bed with trembling arms, and slowly sat up.

Leaning against the head of the bed, Qiao Yimo glanced at the adhesive tape on the back of his left hand, and knew that Guo Jihong should have been here just now.

Because she remembered that before she fell asleep, a needle for infusion of nutrient solution was still inserted in the back of her hand.

After sitting on the bed for a while, feeling that the temperature and strength of his body had returned, Qiao Yimo supported his waist, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

……

Wash the bathroom.

Qiao Yimo stood in front of the mirror, staring at the timid, exhausted, embarrassed, and weak self in the mirror, her lips that were somewhat peeling due to dryness tightly pursed.

One hand gently caressed her stomach, stroking up and down gently.

The warmth transmitted to the palm through the thin cloth made Qiao Yimo suddenly feel that what she was really stroking was not her own belly, but the little guy in her belly.

Qiao Yimo's throat suddenly felt astringent, and his eyes were sour.

She sniffed, lowered her head and stared straight at her stomach, and gradually, a hint of self-mockery and sorrow faded from the corner of her mouth.

Mu Shi just went to Fengyuan to warn her and threatened her, but she was so frightened that she couldn't eat well, and she couldn't sleep well.

Qiao Yimo, a coward like you, who sees it and doesn't want to step on you? !
What happened to the nightmare?What's wrong with dreaming of being dead and bloody?Aren't you standing here right now?You are not dead are you?

Qiao Yimo, you know it all too well!
Every time you show cowardice and incompetence, it will become a heavy burden and pressure on the man you love the most. Not only can you do nothing for him, but you are also his burden!
If you appear by his side, instead of making him feel a little bit of happiness, but pulling him deeper into the abyss of misfortune, then you really don't regret dying ten thousand times.

The corners of Qiao Yimo's eyes were red, and the brows were deeply wrinkled in self-blame. He moved his tight throat with difficulty, and murmured in a hoarse voice, "Baby, Mom loves Dad very much, loves you very much. I used to be Mom It's no use being timid, but
After today, no more.Mom will be brave. Even if mom can't share the burden for dad, she must at least protect you and mom so that dad doesn't worry about it.If because of the mother's weakness and vulnerability, let
What happened to you in mother's womb, mother will never forgive me for the rest of my life..."

……

Mu Qingxun returned to the master bedroom, Qiao Yimo had just finished showering, and came out of the bathroom with a big belly wrapped in a dry hair towel.

The second their eyes collided, Qiao Yimo's eyelashes flashed quickly, and then the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said softly, "Brother Mu, you came just in time, let me dry my hair. Just take a shower and wash your hair, I will be tired I don't even want to move."

Mu Qingxun was stunned for a moment, stepped forward a few strides, and hugged Qiao Yimo by the waist. Her black eyes were deep, like sharp nails, staring at Qiao Yimo's sweet and pretty face just after taking a bath. Her voice was low and obvious. Displeased, "Who told you to wash it yourself
? ”

Qiao Yimo stretched out his arms to hug Mu Qingxun, tilted his head at him, and smiled heartlessly, "What are you doing to me? Didn't I just take a shower and wash my head?"

Mu Qingxun frowned, her handsome face darkened faintly, her thin lips were pursed, she carried Qiao Yimo to the bedside, and carefully placed her on the bed.

Qiao Yimo watched him blowing the plane with a sullen face, plugged in the power, shot her two eyes speculatively, then pushed her legs away with his knees without making a sound, and stood tall on her legs. In the middle, blow her hair.

Qiao Yimo lowered his head and stared at the two long legs in front of him, with the corners of his mouth lightly curled, he reached out and hugged his left leg, and pressed his cheek against it. After a while, the temperature of his smooth, muscular and hard thigh passed through his thin pants and fainted her face.

Qiao Yimo's face turned red instantly.

Mu Qingxin pursed her thin lips straight, her black eyes drooped silently, and her big and elegant hands gently shuttled between Qiao Yimo's wet hair.

"Brother Mu, I'm a little hungry." Qiao Yimo muttered.

Mu Qingxun's movements were regular, dutifully blowing Qiao Yimo's hair.

I don't know if Qiao Yimo's voice was too low or the wind was too loud. He didn't hear her, and Mu Qingxun didn't respond.

Qiao Yimo wrinkled her nose, closed her eyes and leaned against him, and continued to say in a very small voice, "I want to eat steamed pork ribs with glutinous rice, tomato glutinous rice ball soup, red dates glutinous rice, glutinous rice..."

It's all sticky rice...

Mu Qingxun glanced at Qiao Yimo out of the corner of her eye, but said nothing.

After drying her hair, Qiao Yimo took the quilt and covered herself with Mu Qingxun to put on the hair dryer, and leaned comfortably against the head of the bed.

When Mu Qingxun came back to her senses, what she saw was Qiao Yimo, who had wrapped herself so that only her head was left outside, and looked at him with a pair of watery eyes and a smile.

Mu Qingxun's eyes darkened slightly, she stared at her for a few seconds, then turned around and left the master bedroom.

Qiao Yimo, "..."

Oops!

Are you angry? !

……

In about 5 minutes, Mu Qingxun reappeared in the master bedroom.

When Qiao Yimo saw him, his pupils were blingbling as if special effects had been added.

Seeing this, Mu Qingxun's eyes flickered lightly, walked over unhurriedly, stood by the bed, and looked down at her.

"..." Qiao Yimo said timidly, "Brother Mu, I was wrong."

What is it about this scene that is a little familiar? !
Mu Qingxun remained expressionless.

Qiao Yimo licked his lower lip, stretched out a paw from the quilt, grabbed the corner of Mu Qing's clothes, looked at him pitifully, "Next time I will not wash it myself, I will wait for you to wash it for me... …Actually, it’s really inconvenient to wash it yourself
It's convenient, and I'm so tired! "

Mu Qingxun's eyes were deep, and she stared straight at Qiao Yimo, as if she wanted to see through her.

Qiao Yimo rolled her black eyes, let go of the corner of his clothes, clasped his big hands with her small hands, and grabbed his two long fingers. With a little effort, she pulled him to sit on the side of the bed, flattering him. Looking at him intently, "Brother Mu, I am now
Pregnant woman, please let me, okay, okay, okay..."

"I didn't let you?"

Finally, someone opened Jinkou, although his tone was a bit cold.

Qiao Yimo breathed a sigh of relief, leaned his head to please him, rubbed his arm like a puppy, looked at him with big eyes, and hurriedly said, "Give it up, will you not let it go? Since then, you let me
Leave me alone! "

Mu Qingxun's eyes were like hooks, and she locked Qiao Yimo deeply.

Qiao Yimo rested her chin on his arm, looking at him with a playful smile.

Qiao Yimo is only 22 years old, because of her growth environment and experience, both mentally and temperamentally, she is more mature and stable than her peers.

But her actual age is here, no matter how mature and steady she is, she is just a yellow-haired girl who has never even stepped into the real society. It can be said that she has no social experience and experience.

In front of Qiao Yimo, there was another mature man who saw through the world and had an extraordinary identity and experience.

Mu Qingxun was also willing to pamper her, so Qiao Yimo was naturally more lively.

But also just lively, some.

It's the first time that Lai Pi, who has had fun with him like this, is making jokes and being "slick".

Mu Qingxun stared at Qiao Yimo for a long time, raised her brows, reached out to lift her delicate chin resting on her arm, lowered her head to kiss her small mouth which was opened slightly in astonishment, and said humbly, "If you do it again, look at me!" I will not let you."

Qiao Yimo froze, blinked her eyelashes, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

(End of this chapter)