The Apple of the Ruthless CEO’s Eye: My Sweet Wife Is so Adorable

Li Yan stood outside the door, vaguely heard a plop, and then came a low cry from Qiao Mu, frowned and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Qiao Mu, what's the matter?"

Qiao Mu grinned with pain, sitting on the carpet and rubbing his knees to relieve the pain.

Hearing Li Yan's voice, she hurriedly said: "It's okay, I just fell..."

Before he finished speaking, the bathroom door had been pushed open.

Qiao Mu's eyes widened in surprise, and he lowered his head to see his naked body. Before he could even care about the pain, he grabbed the bathrobe on the side and put it on himself as quickly as possible.

Qiao Mu's face was flushed, and his big eyes stared at the man approaching. "Uncle, why did you come in? I'm really fine."

She wanted to stand up, but her body was light and she didn't have any strength.

damn it! After soaking for so long, soaking my body so empty!

At this moment, Li Yan had walked in front of Qiao Mu and looked down at her. Her face was flushed. She was shy or hot in the bath. Her wet hair was casually hit on her shoulders, and her big eyes were watery. The slender legs were half covered by the hem of the bathrobe, and a thin layer of water was still hanging on the skin.

The scene in front of him, like a painting of life-color-scenting fragrance, made Li Yan, who had been hungry for more than half a month, suddenly calmed down!

In this misty bathroom, the temperature was so high that Li Yan felt a little breathless.

His body tightened instantly, he pursed his lips, suppressed the fire in his body, and spoke in a low voice. Although he wanted to behave as if nothing had happened, his voice was strangely muffled, "Let me be right. Oxygen? Fortunately you haven't fainted in the bathtub for more than an hour."

Qiao Mu's face was still red, "Uncle, you go out first, I can."

Li Yan ignored her words at all, leaned down, hugged her horizontally, and strode out of the bathroom.

Qiao Mu moved in his arms subconsciously, but he dared not move with a cold eye on his head.

The person was put on the sofa, and Qiao Mu felt a lot more comfortable breathing the fresh air outside the bathroom. Then she watched Li Yan enter the bathroom again, and soon came out with an extra towel in her hand.

"Thank you, uncle..."

As Qiao Mu spoke, he raised his hand to pick up the towel in his hand, but instead of giving the towel to her, he took the towel directly and wiped her hair.

Qiao Mu was stunned. The man's movements were neither light nor heavy, and the strength was appropriate. From the top of her head to the tips of her hair, she wiped carefully.

The man was standing next to her. She couldn't see his expression. She wanted to look up to see his face, but she just moved her head and was stopped by the man: "Don't move, don't dry your hair, you want to catch a cold ?"

There was a wave of fluctuations in Qiao Mu's heart.

In fact, since he was tortured that night, this time when he came back, she was a little bit reluctant to get close to him.

So she hid in the bathroom tonight and didn't want to come out to face him. She was worried that he would be angry with her somehow like that night, and let her vent.

However, this man is like a schizophrenia, being good to her for a while, and fierce to her for a while!

Just when Qiaomu was in a daze, a man's voice suddenly sounded over his head, with a hint of gleeful teasing in his tone, "Qiaomu, you can make yourself so embarrassed by taking a bath, you are really...stupid at home."