Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 629 [Extra] Can you wake up at your woman's house
"Hey, cake, you haven't gotten up yet, are you on the street?"

"Your sister, you are on the street!" Why is he on the street?Mousse is a little strange, but how did he get here last night?No impression at all.

"Hearing your tone, the welfare is good, so I can rest assured, thank me, brother, you can wake up in your woman's house, it's all because of my resourcefulness!"

Long Mobai took credit for himself with great emotion.

Mousse froze for a moment, then looked at An Zimo's room, "You know everything?"

He couldn't be drunk and told him everything, right?
"Hmm, what do you think, Mousse, Mousse, I didn't expect you to fall down one day. By the way, when will you bring that woman to my brother?"

Mousse had no expression on his face, "You can dodge people by turning the wheels, hang up."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, his head was a little dizzy, and his nose was uncomfortable, as if he had caught a cold.

He looked back at the sofa again, the woman left him here without giving him a quilt?

He frowned and walked to her room.

The hand that was about to knock on the door ended up directly on the doorknob, like a thief, unexpectedly very nervous.

Pushing open the door of her room, the curtains inside were drawn, and it was a little dark. A girl's boudoir gave off some fresh smell unique to her body, and Mousse stepped in in a strange way.

She is still sleeping. This woman sleeps until this time every day?
Mousse leaned over to the bedside to look at her, the quilt almost covered half of her face, didn't she panic?
He stretched out his hand and pulled her quilt, and saw that she had a plain face, frowning slightly in her sleep, that palm-sized face, not covered by glasses, was white, tender and clean.

A few strands of long hair floated on his face, he reached out and brushed it away gently, just looking at her face like this, he was a little dazed.

An Zimo, she was different from all the women he knew.

She has always been so pure and clean, as if she has not been polluted by society, and always has her fresh side.

But she is not a quiet kitten, she is a little wild cat with claws, he can never forget her stubborn side, and her singing voice is also very nice.

Mousse sighed, thinking about what kind of psychology he had towards her.

(End of this chapter)