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Chapter 925 Jojo, Don't Abandon Me

Mu Qingxun carried Qiao Yimo to the bedroom on the second floor, but still didn't say a word, put Qiao Yimo down and left.

In the bathroom, Qiao Yimo looked at himself in the mirror with swollen eyes, nothing in his mind, it was blank.

After standing like this for an unknown how long, Qiao Yimo suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.

Qiao Yimo moved her neck mechanically, staring blankly at the bathroom door.

……

The door of the bathroom was twisted and pushed open, Qiao Yimo was shocked, his shoulders trembled, his eyes widened, and he gasped.

Looking at each other, Qiao Yimo seemed to see the man who appeared in front of him heaving a sigh of relief, his sullen face was still serious, but the fearful coldness and violence were missing.

After a while, the man withdrew his sharp eyes from Qiao Yimo, turned around and disappeared at the door.

Qiao Yimo's heart was trembling and beating, and it took a while before it returned to a normal heart rhythm.

After standing in the bathroom for a few minutes, Qiao Yimo came out of the bathroom, and immediately searched her eyes to find that she was sitting on the head of the bed at the moment, and her eyes fell on her face like sharp blades.

Qiao Yimo knew that he hadn't left the bedroom when he was in the bathroom, and when he came out, he was expected and prepared, but he didn't expect to be surprised by his gaze like that just now.

After a slight pause for a few seconds, Qiao Yimo lowered his head and walked towards the door.

Mu Qingxun's sudden violence Qiao Yimo can understand, but being "bullied" by him all the way, the pain in her body is still intense at this time, the grievance and anger in Qiao Yimo's heart make her unable to bring it up at this moment. take care of him, more

Needless to say anything else.

"Go, weigh yourself first, can you bear the consequences?!"

The temperatureless, icy voice came from Qiao Yimo with ice slag in it.

Qiao Yimo was taken aback for a moment, and immediately felt the anger jumping up from the bottom of his heart. He turned his head quickly, his eyes were red, and he stared at the stern man sitting on the bedside without even changing his posture.

Mu Qingxun's frost-covered gaze was hooked on Qiao Yimo, who took out the cigarettes and lighter from somewhere.

Lit a cigarette in his mouth, and said in a deep voice, "Know who you should associate with and who you should ignore. I thought you knew that. But now it seems that you don't have a clear division. Since you don't
, then I have to tell you! "

Qiao Yimo gritted her teeth, and stared at Mu Qingxun resentfully and stubbornly.

Does he treat her as a child of three or five years old? !

Even if she is a child of three or five years old, what position and identity does he use to reprimand her, who does he think she is to him!
"Things of a feather flock together, those who get close to ink are black!" Mu Qing hissed with a hoarse voice.

Qiao Yimo, "..."

"Qiao Qiao, I'm doing it for your own good, and I don't want you to be as bad as you are." Mu Qingxun stared at Qiao Yimo, saying it really seemed like that.

Qiao Yimo laughed back angrily, walked up to Mu Qingxun with her fists clenched, let go, brushed her long hair that was parted on both sides of her neck "rudely" behind her head, and pushed up her sleeves on both sides , pointing to his own neck,

Then he pointed to his two arms covered with red marks of various sizes, and said vigorously, "If this is what you said is good for me, thank you!"

Mu Qingxun didn't even blink her eyelids, she put the hand holding the cigarette aside, and raised the other hand, tightly grasping Qiao Yimo's wrist, and pulled Qiao Yimo to sit down effortlessly. Beside him, Yang Yang's long black eyebrows

, said in a low voice, "Why are you so delicate? Just bite it lightly and that's it."

squeamish?

A little bite?
Qiao Yimo's chest rose and fell violently several times before he managed to hold back his palm from reaching his face!

"Undress."

Mu Qing said sharply.

Qiao Yimo's face froze fiercely, she couldn't believe what she heard, and stared at Mu Qingxun with wide eyes.

Mu Qingxun didn't explain, and took something from the bedside table naturally.

Qiao Yimo glanced at it, and blinked his eyelids.

Perhaps expecting that Qiao Yimo would not "disobey" herself, Mu Qingxun let go of Qiao Yimo's wrist, lifted the lid of the ointment in her hand, took out a cotton swab to dip in the ointment, and sent it to the corner of Qiao Yimo's mouth.

Qiao Yimo held his breath, and instinctively stepped back with his upper body.

Mu Qing glanced at her, and the cotton swab dropped to the corner of Qiao Yimo's lips.

There was a cool touch from the corner of his lips, Qiao Yimo frowned, and stretched out his hand a little angrily, "What do you mean?"

"What does it mean? Apply medicine."

Mu Qingxun's tone did not fluctuate.

Qiao Yimo's lips were tightened, and bright anger burst out from his eyes, "You are best at hitting people on the mouth, and give me a sweet date!"

Mu Qingxun remained motionless, with long black eyelashes drooping slightly. After wiping the corners of Qiao Yimo's mouth, she continued to wipe her neck, collarbone, behind her ears and so on.

Qiao Yimo pinched his fingertips, and the anger in his heart quickly boiled under his silence.

Qiao Yimo raised her hand and opened Mu Qingxun's hand holding a cotton swab.

When Mu Qingxun paused and looked at herself silently, she said, "Why do you treat me like this? What do you think I am? Is it a cat or a dog that you can bully and treat at will?! Mu Qingxun, I am a real person !"

"When you are misbehaving and bullying me, please continue to maintain your ruthless attitude afterwards. Don't act like you are confessing to atone for your sins like you are doing now. I think it is hypocritical!"

Mu Qingxun looked at Qiao Yimo's slightly twitching cheeks and reddening pupils, her eyes were deep and silent, "... first wipe off the medicine, after applying the medicine, how do you want to take revenge on me and vent your anger towards me?" , I will follow you."

Qiao Yimo twitched the corners of his mouth ironically, with a cold face, "I'm not interested in taking revenge on you. You'd better arrange for me to meet Xiaosheng as soon as possible. After meeting Xiaosheng, I'll leave."

Mu Qingxun tightened her two fingers holding the cotton swab, and her eyes became darker and darker, "Go? Where are you going? Will you turn back after leaving?! Hmm? Do you still know the way back to me? Do you recognize it clearly?!"

"..." Mu Qing's gloomy tone penetrated Qiao Yimo's eardrums, and a thin layer of ice formed on the tip of Qiao Yimo's heart.

Qiao Yimo looked at Mu Qingxun, was silent for a few seconds, and said, "I don't want to discuss this issue with you now."

"But I do."

Mu Qing's voice was flat, and she reached out to hold Qiao Yimo's arm as she spoke. In that area, Qiao Yimo lay down uncontrollably on the soft big bed.

Qiao Yi was stunned, and when she realized it, the clothes on her upper body had been lifted up by Mu Qing, and a cool and slightly itchy feeling spread from her skin to her brain.

Qiao Yimo gasped, leaning on the big bed with her elbows, and was about to get up.

The shoulders were pressed down, Qiao Yimo finally struggled to raise the shoulders, and collapsed into the big bed again very easily.

Qiao Yimo, "..."

"I just want to apply medicine to you, so you don't have to be vigilant against me like strictly guarding bullies and hooligans."

Mu Qingxun shot Qiao Yimo a serious and dangerous look, "At this moment, the more you guard me like this, the more likely I will face you in that direction!"

Qiao Yimo's pupils shrank, and her stiff body tensed suddenly. After quickly weighing the difference between herself and the man in front of her in her mind, she took a breath, and let it out slowly, and her tense body immediately relaxed.

Mu Qingxun could feel Qiao Yimo's "knowledge", but he ignored her, and only gave Qiao Yimo the medicine silently and wholeheartedly.

Because the bite marks on Qiao Yimo's body were almost all over the body, it took a long time for Mu Qing to apply the medicine.

Qiao Yimo closed her eyes, treated herself as a corpse, and let Mu Qingxun rub the ointment all over her body while clenching her fists.

In the end, the coolness of the ointment on Qiao Yimo dissipated, and after a while, no new coolness was applied again.

Mu Qingxun, who gave her medicine, also seemed to disappear out of thin air, without any movement.

Qiao Yimo's eyelashes fluttered under her eyelids, and she was very disturbed by the very little fabric covering her body.

Swallowing his dry throat secretly, Qiao Yimo raised his eyelashes bit by bit.

When she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her black eyes were as deep as an ancient well, but as hot as a red-hot iron, when she was condensing on her Mu Qingqin, Qiao Yimo was stunned, and her eyes appeared dazed and confused.

"In the past few years, you have been in touch with that woman?"

Mu Qingxuan asked suddenly, her tone was indescribably dull.

Qiao Yimo unconsciously grabbed the thin blanket covering her waist.

She knew who he was asking, but Qiao Yimo chose to remain silent and did not answer.

"Why?" Mu Qingxuan said in a low voice.

Qiao Yimo's eyes narrowed.

Mu Qingxun stared deeply at Qiao Yimo, her thin lips, which were as pale as clear water, moved in a very calm arc, "Qiao Qiao, I'm sorry."

Qiao Yimo, "..."

Qiao Yimo opened her eyes wide, and her heart missed two beats.

"Don't abandon me."

Mu Qingxun's voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself, so soft that Qiao Yimo suspected that she had auditory hallucinations for more than ten seconds.

The picture in front of him was presented in front of Qiao Yimo like slow motion.

Mu Qingxun withdrew his gaze from Qiao Yimo extremely slowly, and even more slowly lowered his broad shoulders and stalwart back. The sudden and violent drooping of his head made Qiao Yimo panic from the depths of his heart... That

It's like dying suddenly.

Fear seeped out bit by bit in Qiao Yimo's eyes, thickening, and his face was pale.

Suddenly.

Qiao Yimo trembled violently, and even sat up on the bed in a state of embarrassment. With her mind rigid and unable to move, she reached out and hugged Mu Qingxun, hugging him very hard.

Unexpectedly, Mu Qingxun froze.

He didn't dare to look up, afraid that this scene was just his fantasy.

If such a beautiful and soft embrace is just his daydream, he would rather stay in this daydream...never wake up again.

Qiao Yimo's slender and white arm was almost strangled from the back of Mu Qingxun's neck, and the other trembling hand inserted into his short hair, grabbing and stroking his short hair intermittently.

She pressed her face to Mu Qingxun's profile.

Mu Qingxun's face was cool, but Qiao Yimo's was even cooler.

Thousands of days and nights late, warm hugs mixed with madness and brutality...

Mu Qingxun's breathing was uncontrollably heavy, and at a certain second, she quickly stretched out her arms to hug Qiao Yimo, as if she was afraid that if it was a second later, the little woman in her arms would pull out her hands to hug him cruelly.

(End of this chapter)