Chapter 77 (1/2)

See the call, muqinghuan immediately answer!

She was about to ask him when he would go home, but suddenly she felt that she was too active!

By the way, Mu Qinghuan regretted answering the phone.

Why can he not answer when she calls him?

When he came back, she could not wait to hear his voice like a pug!

Hum! Willfully close the mobile phone, and casually open perspective underwear, Mu Qinghuan decided to take a fragrant bath, relax!

So, she just ignored him!

After washing for nearly half an hour, Mu Qinghuan dried her hair, wrapped in a purple bath towel and hopped to the big bed. She found that her mobile phone was ringing all the time!

Move a foot Ya son also know, the telephone is to seal a city to come back.

This time, Mu Qinghuan didn't carry it again. He answered it obediently!

At the other end of the phone, the city was silent for a long time, deep and incomparable, mixed with tired voice, ”what's the matter?”

Mu Qinghuan after listening, not satisfied with Nunu mouth, he did not know he was wrong, also asked her how?

It seems that if he doesn't go home, why not?

Thinking about it, Mu Qinghuan was surprised to find that he had not been home for two consecutive days!

”I want you to tell him a story! Tut, I have nothing to do with my son! ” Mu Qinghuan directly throws the responsibility to the little guy and refuses to admit it. She is not happy that he doesn't go home at night!

”You tell him.” As if he didn't understand, he left the task to Mu Qinghuan.

”My son has to listen to you. Besides, I told you yesterday, and it's your turn today.” Mu Qinghuan snorted coldly from his nose. He wanted to know what he was doing outside all day?

Or does he have other women?

”I'm a little busy, you coax your son to sleep first.” Feng Cheng glanced at the time and didn't plan to go back.

”Where are you...” Mu Qinghuan asked foolishly, ”it seems a little noisy. Are you singing and drinking with your friends?”

Feng Xiaoer, is this the rhythm of complete death?

Don't you know that drinking and staying up late are bad for little brother?

There is a kind of illusion of being checked. Fengcheng didn't deny it. He simply asked, ”are you coming?”

”...” she wanted to go, curious about what he was doing.

”I'll send someone to pick you up.” Fengcheng's generous performance, if she really past, is nothing to look for!

”No, I just took a bath, and now I'm sleeping! Goodbye Close the mobile phone, Mu Qinghuan's whole body shrinks in the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes.

Depressed look at the time, almost two o'clock!

The mobile phone suddenly vibrated.

It's a text message from Fengcheng: good night.

Mu Qinghuan replied: good night.

Bet on the eighth day!

Mu Qinghuan sleeps until 8:30, thinking of the possibility of being late, so he gets up reluctantly.

Tight professional clothes, her soft waist outline more and more not a surplus grip.

Under the black buttock skirt, a pair of charming long legs are wrapped in a thin layer of black stockings, and the whole body is charming.

The hair is languidly spread on the shoulder, no bangs, is a clean side, good face in the hair under the cover of more beautiful.