Chapter 170 Release him pigeons for a woman!

  The sound of "Second Uncle" was stunned by Ling Zihuan.

  She has a soft voice, and when she presses her throat to please her whisper, it is like the soft voice of a milk cat begging for pets.

  Qiao Mu had heard her calling him countless times a long time ago, but at this most untimely time and place, his heart was completely irritated.

  The lingering sound like a soft wind entered his ears, blowing away the cool tide of the evening, causing an evil thought in his heart.

  Fucking crazy!

  Qiao Mu slowly descended while holding the snake fruit's arms, his deep eyes poured out a complicated gloom, he could stare at Ling Zihuan's face, wanting to see why.

  The little girl is not a beauty with all kinds of amorous feelings, and she is not even in touch with the majestic and dignified temperament of Yan Shiqi's body.

  He has seen many women, beautiful or charming, demon and immortal, but the girl who can only be called a little girl in front of him is the one who has left the deepest trace in his heart.

When did it start? He didn't know.

  Ling Zihuan is still young, lively and active, and her round face exudes a unique youthful and lovely vigor, like a cherry blossom in the spring and March, not the most beautiful, but better than the fragrant and magnificent.

  And on her whole face, the most brilliant eyes are the eyes that are like falling into the sky, big and bright, pure black and white.

  Qiao Mu looked a little lost, and inexplicable emotions agitated in his heart, like plucked strings dangling his reason.

  Ling Zihuan waited for a long time, but did not get a response from him, and his big eyes were also full of accusations.

why do not you talk?

  She pulled the hem of his clothes and shook it again. At this time, Qiao Mu frowned and lowered his eyelids to cover an obscure glow.

   "Second Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

  Ling Zihuan finally noticed the fluctuations in his mood, and asked a little bit puzzledly.

Qiao Mu did not answer, but the arm holding the snake fruit took the opportunity to put it on her shoulder, hooked and tugged, and pulled her to the side of the inpatient department. He said: "Come with me in, for a while. Let you eat enough!"

  Ling Zihuan is a small one, less than the height of his shoulders. Qiao Mu's neck was hooked and walked forward in a funny posture.

She unconsciously grabbed his windbreaker with her right hand, and kept fiddled with his wrist with the other hand, arching her head beside him, her small mouth plausibly, "Oh, uncle, just go, you let go first. its me!"

  You are holding me like this, as if you are holding a pet!

  Ling Zihuan frustrated Qiao Mu and was taken back to the inpatient building by him abruptly.

At the entrance to the special needs ward, Qiao Mu let go of Ling Zihuan, smiled at her ashamed of rubbing her hands and praying, and allowed her to hide in the bathroom, and he went to Yan Shiqi's ward with a fruit basket.

The moment   turned around, the smile on Qiao Mu's cheeks disappeared.

  He weighed the fruit basket in his hand, looked at it as he walked, and finally took out the other snake fruit inside and kicked it in the pocket of the windbreaker. The little girl loves to eat it, and keep it for her!

  Yan Shiqi If you want to eat it, let the fourth child buy it yourself!

  He will come here, it's Xingshi to inquire!

  The conscience-stricken fourth child, let him dove for a woman!

  At the door of the ward, Qiao Mu opened the door with a fruit basket with big thorns.

  At this time, the two people who were kissing each other close to each other instantly moved apart.

  Yan Shiqi lowered his head and blushed, hurriedly withdrew from Qin Baiyu's arms, turned around and sat on the hospital bed.

   And when she retreated, the man on the seat did not let her go, and then moved gently and raised his hand to wipe off the water on her lips with his thumb...

  Qiao Mu carried the fruit basket, caught a glimpse of his movements, and secretly cursed a ‘Beast’!

  The younger siblings are all hospitalized, is he still such a mad wolf? Look at the faces of the younger brothers and sisters, painted rouge, like ripe cherries!

  (End of this chapter)