I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

The gown's belt was loosely tied, as if it would be loosened at any time, revealing the **** and good figure inside that would make people nosebleed.

Men's typical dress is thin, and there is meat.

The tight, muscular muscles made Joe's eyes straight.

She knew that Mo Yesi was in good shape.

But I didn't expect... his figure could be so good.

As I walked, the looming muscle was simply... **** and tempting.

When the man came to her and lifted her jaw, Qiao Mianmian suddenly recovered when she looked at her with a teasing look in her eyes.

"Baby." The man's voice was low, with temptation, "Should I take off my clothes to make you look good?"

boom!

Qiao Mianmian's white and tender face turned instantly red.

"Cough cough." She coughed abruptly. "No, no more."

"Are you sure?" The man's handsome and deep facial features amplify in front of her eyes, chewing lips, "Really don't look? I will change my mind later."

Qiao Mianmian: "...I'm sure!"

Facing the man's dark, smiling eyes, Qiao Mianmian's face was hot, and he quickly looked away and changed the subject: "That, someone called you. Don't you answer the phone?"

Mo Yesi seemed to hear the phone ringing.

He hooked the corner of his lips, slowly withdrawn his gaze, looked down at the cell phone that was still ringing, picked it up and pressed it to connect.

There was a brisk voice on the phone immediately, with a little bit of scorn: "As, why did you answer the phone for so long. What are you doing."

"Just taking a shower." Mo Yesi glanced at Qiao Mianmian, who was standing beside him, said lightly, "What's the matter?"

"Can't you call you if you're okay?" The woman seemed a little dissatisfied, but the tone was charming, and there was no real complaint. "You guys, I don't call you, you don't know to take the initiative to call Give me a call?"

Mo Yesi wrinkled his eyebrows, and his voice was still faint: "Since you are fine, hang up."

"Wait!" The woman was anxiously corrupted, and busy, "Don't hang up, I have something to tell you."

"what's up?"

Without waiting for the woman to speak, Mo Yesi reached out and took Qiao Mianmian into her arms, lowered her head and kissed gently on her cheek, and said softly, "Baby, help me blow down my hair. The hair dryer is in the bathroom, you go get it come out."

Qiao Mianmian raised his head, looked at his wet hair, and nodded, "Okay, then wait a minute, I'll get the hair dryer."

"Huh." Mo Yesi kissed her face lightly before letting go of her.

When Qiao Mianmian turned to the bathroom to get the hair dryer, the woman on the other end of the phone came with a bit of doubt and surprise. "As, who were you talking to just now? There are women beside you...!?" "

"Huh." Mo Yesi found a place to sit down and gently licked his lips. "Shen Rou, I am married. That was my wife just now."

After at least a minute of silence.

The woman's voice rang again: "When have you become so joke-like?"

Mo Yesi froze for a moment, frowning gently, and his tone was rarely serious and serious: "Not a joke. Besides, you know me, when do I like to joke about this kind of thing?"

It was another full minute of silence.

"Why is it so sudden? Didn't you say that you are not interested in any woman? Was the uncle and aunt forced to marry, so..."