Chapter: 867

Really annoying!

When Qiao Anchu's words fell, he confused the two masters, Wei Wuqing and Xu Feng.

Wei Wuqing pushed his glasses and said, "Miss Qiao Anchu, don't worry, just perform normally."

Xu Feng followed with comfort and said: "It's wrong, even if Miss Mo Xin really competes, she won't necessarily win."

These words are purely from Qiao Anchu's home game to comfort her tonight. In fact, they are champions, and they have a certain number in their hearts.

But in the face of this, Qiao Anchu didn't know it.

Even the self-confidence that was suppressed by Mo Xin rekindled.

Even the two masters said so, she can't be too arrogant, right!

Maybe Mo Xin's performance on stage just now was just a shit luck. By the day of the competition, it might still be possible to decide who will win and who will win.

Hahahaha, these masters really have a foresight!

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Lengjia.

Qiao Yimo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

The man sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to pat aside, and said in a commanding tone: "Come here!"

Qiao Yimo knew that he had no good intentions and did not go over, but instead said coldly: "What are you doing."

While she was speaking, she did not stop wiping wet hair.

The man was furious, and he pulled her over, controlled her slender and white calf with his thigh, tightening it, "I said, come home and pack you."

Qiao Yimo was angrily laughed, and in a pitiful tone of innocence, "Pack me? What did I do wrong?"

"I just want to clean up and clean up you." The man crazily wrapped his arm around her waist.

Qiao Yimo put the towel in his hand, and said in a commanding tone: "Hurry up and wipe it for me. If you don't wipe it, I will take care of you."

However, the man just took the towel and didn't have any wiping action. Instead, he pushed her down and put her under him, saying, "Tell me, can you go to the piano competition?"

Qiao Yimo bit his lip with a tangled expression, "If I go, will you come?"

This expression is quite useful to the man. He tilted his head and kissed her earlobe gently.

Qiao Yimo shuddered at the moment the cold thin lips and the hot ears touched each other.

"Of course I have to go, and I have to cheer for my wife."

The man’s low, magnetic voice came slowly, “It’s just that if you’re on stage, don’t wear a dress with a bare chest, a back, or a waist.”

Qiao Yimo: "???"

"Then what am I wearing?"

Where is this kind of dress?

The players all dressed up that day, is it appropriate for her to wear a big cotton-padded jacket to perform on stage?

Does he really want others to laugh at her?

Leng Juo stretched out her hand, combed the broken hair on her forehead, and said indifferently: "The day of the game was live broadcast worldwide, understand?"

He didn't want men around the world to covet her woman!

In the man's evil eyes, there is a strong possessiveness.

And the tone is too strong to refuse!

Qiao Yimo didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and was inexplicably helpless, "Don't worry, Qiao Anchu will definitely dress like a fairy that day." At that time, everyone's attention will be on Qiao Anchu, where will she know her little transparent Woolen cloth!

The man didn't talk.

After all, there is still no sense of security.

Momo can reorganize his cognition every time. Sometimes he thinks, why is Momo so good?

Appearance?

Momo should not be such a superficial person.

Is it inside?

He doesn't seem to be special either.

The possessiveness he suppressed for a long time broke out at this moment. JrNovels.com