Contract CEO: Peeping at his cute wife and being attacked

Mo Shi frowned deeply, staring at the little woman's crying eyes like fish bubbles: "The clothes in the closet?"

An Xiaoyi's hateful eyes were full of pride: "Didn't expect that? I've seen it all, and you're still pretending here!"

"Come here!" Mo Shi grabbed her arm again and dragged her towards the cloakroom.

"I won't go! I want to go home!" An Xiaoyi struggled, but her strength was too weak, no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

Mo Shi opened the door of the closet, pointed to the rows of skirts, and asked, "Are these?"

yo!

Still confident!

An Xiaoyi also lost her temper: "That's right! That's it! You didn't expect that, did you? I found these skirts, what else do you have to say now?"

"An Xiaoyi, you are so blind! You can see clearly, whose clothes are these?"

Mo Shi roared angrily, tore off a light blue skirt, and then put it on An Xiaoyi's head.

An Xiaoyi tore off the skirt, and looked at the logo on the back of the skirt. The size of the skirt was clearly printed on it, 165/90A. If she remembered correctly, this was her size.

"...Is this for me?" She was a little uncertain, as if a surprise had suddenly come to her, making her whole head dizzy.

"This is for dogs!" Mo Shi gritted his teeth, and then added: "I picked up a stray dog, and it was labeled as me anyway, so it's okay if I buy some clothes for her."

Stray dogs?

An Xiaoyi really wanted to beat this guy up, but now she didn't seem to understand, and then looked at other clothes, good guy!

Mo Shi's wardrobe occupies more than half of the wall, and it is about four meters long. There are many compartments up and down. The first time she saw this big wardrobe, she couldn't help but want to complain. Isn't Mo bastard afraid of being caught? Is there a thunderbolt?

A person's wardrobe is bigger than her bed.

Now half of this huge closet is filled with colorful skirts. Are these... all for her?

"If you don't want it, I'll throw it all away!" Mo Shi said, and he really wanted to hug those clothes, pretending to throw them out.

"Yes!" An Xiaoyi hurriedly pressed his arm, swallowing a mouthful of saliva: "Is it really not for Liu Jiayi?"

"Throw it away!" Mo Shi decided decisively.

"Ahh... I was wrong, I was wrong..." An Xiaoyi hugged the man's thin waist and pushed his tall body back, preventing him from touching those clothes.

Mo Shi lowered his head and looked at her with a cold face: "You are not allowed to wear such clothes in the future!"

"What?" An Xiaoyi blinked, with question marks all over her head.

"...the one I burned!"

Only then did An Xiaoyi remember that pretty dress, which was actually quite nice, but he didn't know why Mo Shi felt so much hatred after seeing the red cloth, just like the bullfighting bull in Xibaya saw the red cloth.

"Can you tell me why?" An Xiaoyi tilted her head and asked tentatively.

Mo Shi's gloomy face suddenly became a little more gloomy, as if he was going to run away again.

An Xiaoyi quickly explained: "...You don't say anything, how do I know why I can't wear that skirt? What if I run into your minefield again, and you get angry and pick my clothes off on the street again... ..."

"You are not allowed to touch that woman's things!" Mo Shi shouted suddenly.

that woman?

An Xiaoyi thought for a while, and when he thought of the pattern, which seemed to be worn by a mature woman, he tentatively said, "...your mother..."

"Shut up! Don't mention that woman!" Mo Shi pressed her shoulders with both hands, almost crushing her to pieces.