My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: One thousand and twenty-fifth

Qiao Mu ran all the way out of the dungeon, with a long water whip in his hand, he swished and leveled the two stone statues he saw before him.

Her fingers are pinched tightly.

Until her husband floated over quickly, he held her in his arms, and gently broke apart the fingers she was holding one by one.

"Jojo, don't be sad, okay."

"Don't you think I'm cruel? Don't you think I'm very vicious? I won't even agree to a person's request before I die. How unfeeling I am, how cruel and ruthless I am."

"But I don't want him to disturb my mother's sleep. Because he is not worthy at all."

"Nonsense. Qiaoqiao is the softest-minded person in the world." Moline hugged her softly and comforted, "He is indeed unworthy."

When I first returned to China, even though Qiaoqiao didn't say anything, Mo Lin knew in her heart that she was looking forward to it.

Everyone who responds kindly to her, she will be kind to them.

However, Mu Jingfeng personally exterminated the father-daughter relationship that was so weak that it would break off little by little.

"The man who gave him the medicine and told him to die, I will definitely kill him."

"This is my last obligation, as a daughter, for him."

To avenge my father, whoever kills him, she kills whoever!

"He should be pleased with your mother." Moline was silent for a while before finally saying.

Qiao Mu sneered coldly, "Oh, that kind of impure feelings, don't worry about it."

"Hmm."

Perhaps, Mu Jingfeng always thought that he liked Mu Qingya, a childhood sweetheart.

I am very unhappy that the family married and married my mother.

Or maybe, after his mother left, he suddenly recognized his intentions with blood, and worked all day to find some substitutes, hoping to find some mother's shadow from them.

For example, Yuan Qiong'er in the outer room where he was raised, has eyes that resemble his mother a bit.

But that's just a little bit of appearance, no one can become Long Chuyun, no one is Long Chuyun.

Long Chuyun is dead, and she will never come back.

The past is the past, and there is no turning back.

Qiao Mu stayed at Mu's house shortly before leaving.

Elder Mu was stricken by the death of his eldest son, but because it was not a decent way to die, he ordered the body to be taken to the back mountain and burned.

Find a secluded place, set up a cloak mound, and send someone to inform Qiao Mu.

After Qiao Mu sent Mu's family away, he stood quietly in front of the window for a while, and finally said nothing.

Moline walked in from outside the house, and saw the little wife's face with a sullen face, frowning her brows~IndoMTL.com~ He walked forward, reached out and hugged her and said, "It's all gone, Don't think too much."

Qiao Mu nodded, "I don't think about it, it doesn't make any sense to think more."

"We moved this piece of cake in the City of Shadows. Fortune will surely counterattack quickly and we must be prepared."

"Okay, you don't have to think about these upsetting matters, and leave them to your husband to take care of them." Moline lowered her head and kissed her forehead, "Go to bed first, and baby Mo can be happy if she sleeps well. "

Qiaomu touched his belly, thinking so.

She doesn't sleep, so Baby Mo should sleep too.

For Qiaoqiao’s baby, get a good night’s sleep!

The implied meaning of the husband is that only when you sleep, the baby ink in your stomach will begin to meditate.

I didn't think about it for my husband, it was discovered after days of careful observation.