Quickly pass through the male god's cute wife

Chapter 184 My husband is sick (8)

Qiao Yimo looked up at the girl in front of her.

This cute look made him laugh lowly.

Like a cello, it was played slowly, and the melodious and low-pitched notes poured out from his slightly curved lips.

Qiyue's heart beat faster for a few seconds.

Her face was flushed, and she was a little annoyed, "What are you laughing at?"

Did she say something wrong?
Thinking about it carefully, I didn't do anything wrong.

But I don't know how much this man has heard of my broken thoughts just now.

Qiao Yimo raised his hand and gently held the woman's hand. He shook his head slightly, "It's nothing. I'm sorry. I apologize to you for what happened just now. I hope Ms. Luo Qiyue won't be angry."

Although he likes Qiyue to be angry very much, after all, it is rare for her to show such a lively and lovely emotion in front of him.

This is the first oh no, the second time.

The last time was when I came out of the bar.

Her tone and demeanor were not as good as before, as if she had changed from before.

She is no longer so unruly and willful, she will care about his feelings.

Qiyue snorted, and glanced at Qiao Yimo, "Okay, then I accept your apology."

He smiled, and in his long and narrow phoenix eyes, it seemed that bright stars were sinking, dotted with stars, really dazzling.

Holding Qiyue's hand lightly, the woman's soft body slammed into his arms.

Qiyue's fair face turned pink in an instant, and she sat obediently in the man's arms without moving.

Her back was pressed against the man's chest, and she could feel his healthy and strong heartbeat.

For a moment, it seems to be on the same frequency as hers.

Qiao Yimo put down the magazine in his hand, looked at the woman's face flushed, and was in a great mood.

He moved closer, and said narrowly, "Then, Ms. Luo, is it not good to accept someone's apology so hastily?"

Qiyue was stunned, a little confused, "Huh?"

What stupid things is this man talking about.

Is it okay to forgive him?

What exactly does he want, just to be enemies?
And she wasn't really angry, but she seemed to be in a good mood when she saw the man.

It's just about using momentum to promote feelings.

Needless to say, after she got angry, the man was in a better mood.

For a while, Qiyue was a little confused.

Qiyue: Sure enough, my man is sick.

Could it be a masochist?
terrible.

"Don't ask for additional interest or something?"

As he said that, the man leaned closer to his face, exhaled softly, and the warm breath came to his ears.

Itchy Qiyue shrank her neck, and when she was about to ask why, Qiao Yimo spoke.

He said, "Why don't I make a sacrifice, and you can give me a kiss as compensation."

Starting month: "."

What compensation, give him a kiss.

Bah, the stinky man is shameless, he just wants to take advantage of it, and she doesn't want it.

She turned her head to avoid the face that the man handed over, "I don't want it."

Qiao Yimo snorted, and stroked her smooth chin with her hand, as if she was thinking about something.

Finally thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and hooked Qiyue's head back.

"If it's not like this, I'll give you a kiss with reluctance. It's compensation, and it also represents my sincerity."

Qiyue couldn't take it anymore, she turned around quickly, supported the man's strong chest, blushing with shame, "That's enough, I'm satisfied, and there's no need to make up for it, and I think your sincerity is very sufficient."

Qiao Yimo paused, and his eyes fell on the woman's delicate but red apple-like face.

The serious but gentle appearance seems to be watching a delicate work of art.

"But I don't think it's enough." He said softly.

Seeing Qiao Yimo approaching again, Qiyue stood up quickly.

Seeing his smiling expression, he subconsciously wanted to make a move.

I want to slap his handsome face.

When did this man get so messed up.

Really underwhelming.

Qi Yueqi glared at him, "If you think it's not enough, drink more chrysanthemum tea."

Cooling down the heat and relieving heat, a must-have for home and travel.

With that said, she broke away from the man's hand and sat back in her seat.

The sudden departure of the warmth in his arms made Qiao Yimo feel unaccustomed to it for a while.

He pursed his lips with some regret, and looked at Qiyue innocently, "Ms. Luo, you are so cruel. I am your husband who Mingmei is marrying, and I can only drink tea."

No meat to eat.

Not happy, really not happy.

The corners of Qiyue's eyes twitched, and he pointed to the high sun outside, a little speechless, "It's a bright day, if you talk nonsense again, I'll throw the book on your face."

She snorted, reached out to take the magazines that had been ravaged beyond recognition on the table, and rolled them into a roll.

That pair of peach blossom eyes were tender and affectionate, but now they were wide open, and the light brown pupils were swaying like water.

He stared at the man in front of him with a tiger face.

The man turned sideways slightly, leaned lazily on the chair, looked at Qiyue fixedly, and sighed, "Oh, can you bear it?"

Starting month: "."

I can't bear not to know.

It's just that no matter how abnormal it is, the knife in her hand can no longer be held.

Qiyue finally came to his senses, the man sitting beside him seemed not normal today.

Ever since he came back from the hospital that day, Qiao Yimo had been in a cold war with her.

A man who hasn't seen each other for a few days, why did he have such an abnormal attitude when he came back today.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

She suddenly became serious, raised the magazine in her hand, crossed her legs and raised her bold legs, "Tell me, did you do something to apologize to me?"

This posture, this cold tone, has a feeling of interrogating a prisoner.

Qiao Yimo shrugged, "No, how could I betray you? I love you the most, wife."

Qiyue obviously didn't believe it, and his face became more dignified, "Be lenient when you confess, and strict when you resist."

"Wife, let's put it this way, even if you betray me, I will not betray you." The man straightened his body and moved closer to Qiyue.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "I just heard that someone wants to leave behind."

Qiyue blinked, suddenly feeling guilty.

Looking around, he said a little cowardly, "No, you must have heard wrong."

"Besides, I won't betray you."

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips and said irrefutably, "Maybe."

It's only temporary.

"You haven't told me why you are in such a good mood today." Qiyue reached out and knocked on the table in front of the man.

The man pondered at first, then frowned, looking like he didn't know where to start.

"It's hard to say."

Qiyue said with a blank expression, "About what? Don't care if it's good or not, you can just say it."

This man's speech has learned to tease people's appetites, and he can't finish a sentence, so that she can't catch her breath.

Qiao Yimo spread his hands and moved closer.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. In fact, it's your little wolf dogs who have already been solved by me."

Qiyue: "cough cough cough"

She nearly choked on her own saliva.

(End of this chapter)