I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

It's a pair of eyes, nose and mouth.

It can grow out, but it's a thousand faces.

He stood there quietly, his face indifferent, with a sigh of alienation, and the opposite **** passing by couldn't help but looked at him for several times, and some people who wanted to talk to him in the past, but was aloof by him Suddenly, dismissed the idea.

This man is good-looking and good-looking, but it's too cold to look at, and he looks very unapproachable.

Girls have thin skins, so it is not easy to be brave and take the initiative to speak.

When he encountered such a "** refrigerator", even if he had any thoughts, he dared not find the past.

At most, that is, sneaking a peek at two eyes, and then secretly taking two photos.

Qiao Mianmian stood at the door to admire her husband's prosperous beauty for a while, and then slowly walked towards him.

As if feeling something, she just walked a few steps towards him, and the man turned his head, his dark eyes straight toward her.

Seeing her, he was still the "** refrigerator" a second ago, and the indifference and alienation of his body converged in an instant, and even the eyes became softer.

He immediately walked towards Qiao Mianmian.

The man's legs were long and his steps were fast, and he came to her in three or two steps.

First lowered her head and carefully looked at her from head to toe, then stretched out her hand and hugged her into her arms.

Someone looked over to them.

Qiao Mianmian wore a mask, buried his face in his chest, and was held by him in such a large crowd, she was a little embarrassed, and her cheeks were slightly hot: "Mo Yesi, you let go, you hugged too tightly ."

The man didn't seem to hear her.

Not only did she not loosen at all, but she held her tighter.

Those sturdy arms were like irons, and they wished to be embedded in her body.

Qiao Mianmian was struggling to breathe a little bit uncomfortably.

She reached her hand against his chest and gently pushed it down: "Mo Yesi, don't be excited. Isn't this okay? Would you please loosen up a little bit? I'm breathless."

The man finally looked down at her and saw that her face was a little bit red, which made her arms loose, but she still held her.

"Qiao Mianmian." He whispered her name.

"Huh." Qiao Mianmian responded gently.

"Fortunately, you're okay." Mo Yesi tightened his arms tightly, sniffing the fragrance in her hair, thinking of the danger she faced before, and feeling terrified. "Fortunately, you are standing in front of me unharmed."

At this moment, he is grateful to Tu Yilei.

No matter what kind of thought this man holds about Qiao Mianmian, at that moment, if he didn't stand in front of Qiao Mianmian...

Thinking of the possible consequences, his face changed, and there was a ruth in his eyes.

Huang Yilin...

This woman dares to move his people, he will let her know what it means to regret it.

In the future, he will never give her any chance to hurt Qiao Mianmian.

"Well, I'm fine."

Qiao Mianmian could feel his emotional instability. She reached out and hugged him, and gently patted one hand on his back: "Mo Yesi, let's talk in another place, OK? There are so many people here."

People in the past will take a look at them.

She still doesn't like being stared by too many people.

Mo Yesi hugged her for a while, his emotions slowly calmed down.

He glanced at the people passing by, let go of his hand, and put an arm around Qiao Mianmian's waist instead, taking her down the stairs.