Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 45 Uncle, you smoke

It was after four o'clock in the afternoon that Qiao Moshen came out of the study.

Tong Xiaoyun was lying on the luxurious and soft big bed in the bedroom, wearing earphones, listening to music and reading comics on her mobile phone.

Qiao Mo stood at the door deeply, his deep gaze enveloping the little guy on the bed, and the entanglement all afternoon gradually calmed down.

She always exudes a kind of beautiful atmosphere, such a little girl is different from Tong Wei.

Staring at her on the bed for a long time, he finally closed the door and walked over slowly, "Are you all ready?"

With earphones plugged into her ears, Tong Xiaoyun didn't hear Qiao Moshen's words at all.

He took another step forward and pulled off Tong Xiaoyun's earphones with a big palm, "Are you ready?"

Tong Xiaoyun was startled, and suddenly turned to look at Qiao Moshen.

Jomo's expression froze, and he immediately sat down on the side of the bed and asked nervously, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Tong Xiaoyun sat up, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, "No, I'm reading manga, the heroine is so pitiful, she was misunderstood by the hero, she likes the hero so much, and the hero hurt her, that heroine... …poor thing!"

She said, the tears that had stopped falling down again.

Jomo was speechless for a while.

"You can cry like this after reading a manga, don't read it in the future." He ordered in a deep voice, stretched out his arms, and took the paper drawer from the bedside table and handed it to her.

Tong Xiaoyun immediately took out a few tissues, wiped away her tears, and sobbed, "How can I do that? My dream is to be a cartoonist. If you don't read comics..."

Her words came to an abrupt end, she sniffed her small nose, then leaned closer to Qiao Moshen's body, sniffing around like a police dog, "Uncle, have you been smoking?"

Jomo was silent before saying, "Only once in a while."

He didn't want Tong Xiaoyun to know why he smoked.

"Not even once in a while. You smell it yourself. It smells so bad. I hate smoking boys the most. You should go take a shower." Tong Xiaoyun got off the bed as she spoke, and grabbed Qiao Moshen's big palm and pulled him away. Get up and push in the direction of the bathroom.

Jomo smiled faintly, "Okay, I understand, I'll go wash now, and you wash your face too, we'll be leaving later."

Afterwards, Jomo went into the bathroom to take a bath, while Tong Xiaoyun washed his face outside.

She also painted herself with nude makeup, so that her little face looked more refined and refreshed, and she couldn't tell that she had cried just now.

After putting on her makeup, Tong Xiaoyun came to the closet again and began to choose clothes.

When you meet your parents, you must dress formally... No, no, you should dress more solemnly... Or it's not right...

What kind of clothes should I wear?
Tong Xiaoyun bit her lower lip, thinking seriously about the dazzling array of clothes in front of her.

A few minutes later, she chose a fuchsia sleeveless dress from Marchesa's latest season, paired it with Giuseppe Zanotti's high heels of the same color, and took a Miu Miu geometric print jacket. This combination is not particularly grand, but it is definitely not simple , and it also let her get rid of the image of a kid, not bad.

She combed her bun hair again, chose a few simple jewelry to wear, and it was OK.

In this way, it should be able to leave a good impression on the uncle's family, right?
"This is for you." Jomo's deep and magnetic voice suddenly came over.

Turning around, Tong Xiaoyun was slightly surprised to see Qiao Moshen coming in from another door, "So there is another door here, is the cloakroom connected to the bedroom? I didn't realize that, I am indeed a newcomer."

(End of this chapter)