Chapter 352 Is it emotional?

  As soon as Qiao Mu heard these words, the phone almost broke.

  He kept taking deep breaths to give himself comfort, somehow he felt a little itchy on the top of his head, scratched, scratched, and looked at it again.

  He is going to be green!

  What the **** is playing Donghuang!

  Qiao Mu got angry and directly dropped the phone on the table, regardless of the game, and hung up.

  At this time, Ling Zihuan had long been immersed in the game and forgot about it.

  The heart is no longer uncomfortable, and the breathing is also smoother, and it doesn’t feel too good to be surrounded by four younger brothers.

  The enemy is shocked. They are almost stealing the crystal from the tower. Are these five people still playing the red buff there?

  You guys have hatred with Red Buff, right?

   "Little fairy, what's your name?"

  Teammates followed Ling Zihuan to protect her, and asked her by voice.

  Ling Zihuan ate the red buff, smiled happily, and said sweetly, "Little brother, my name is Huan...ah!"

   "Huan? Your name is interesting!"

   "Huan, do you want blue buff?"

  "Huan, add friends in the game for a while?"

   "Huan..."

  The four teammates were still ‘Huan Ah’, but in front of the small desk in the living room, Ling Zihuan’s cell phone had long been taken away by Qiao Mu and threw it directly on the sofa.

  Even the headphones were thrown away...

  Ling Zihuan was so frightened that he took a breath, didn't pay attention to Qiao Mu's face, and wanted to pick up the phone when he got up.

  She hasn't finished playing yet.

   ran two steps, her neck was strangled.

  Qiao Mu stretched out his long arms, directly around her chin, and buckled her slender neck back, which also directly pulled the little girl into his arms.

  Her back hit his chest, her throat was still strangled by him, so she didn't dare to be careless.

   "Second uncle, what are you doing!"

  Ling Zihuan's two small hands kept fiddle with Qiao Mu's arm, her eyes full of dismay, looking at the direction of the phone, her game.

  Qiao Mu ignored her movements, his arms slid from her neck to her shoulders, but still held her together, her voice was low and cold, "What are you doing?"

  Don’t memorize the words, so I found a bunch of little brothers in the middle of the night!

   Still planning to say your name?

  Ling Zihuan was trapped in his arms. The petite man was no match for Qiao Mu. After a couple of toss, he retorted irritably, "I'm playing a game, haven't you seen it?"

  Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes, "Did you finish memorizing the words?"

   "It's over, oops, let me go! Go to your sister Qiao, my little brother is still waiting for me."

  Joe sister? !

  When Qiao Mu heard this, he was stunned for two seconds, and then smiled swiftly.

  The cold and handsome face seemed to be driven away by the sun. He tightened his arms and held her tighter in his arms, "See me typing?"

  In order to integrate into the game's role as soon as possible, he seems to have indeed called "Sister Joe".

  This is seeing, jealous, and emotional?

  Qiao Mu's inner drama is particularly rich and staged a scene where the little girl is jealous for him.

   Then, he heard Ling Zihuan say: "Of course I saw it. Your sister Qiao actually needs the protection of the rice field eel, and she is also a rookie like you! I use Monkey King, and I can beat her ancestor 18th generation!

  Qiao Mu: "??"

  He used it clearly to be Donghuang, what the **** is the eel?

  But, this is not the point, because he heard the word ‘caiji’ again.

  Qiao Mu's face became gloomy. He twisted Ling Zihuan's shoulder to let her face him. His cold eyes were not bottomless, and he squeezed her soft face with his hands, gritted his teeth, "Little boy, try another sentence?"

  (End of this chapter)