What a pity!

It's simply not right, it's not the time to care about this.

The most important thing now is how to hook up with his husband?

It's so difficult.

It’s obviously my husband, but now I wake up and it’s not like I’m crying!

"Pervious, why do you feel like a thief? Fortunately, no one lives here."

The unified height of the residential buildings in their community is eleventh floor, with four households on each floor, opposite apartments or next door apartments.

There are people living in Fang Qiao's own building, so it is lively to meet people coming and going up and down the stairs.

When it comes to climbing this building, Fang Qiao only felt that he was climbing a haunted house.

Such a big house, the whole building, has no popularity at all.

The whole thing was empty, and she could only hear her own voice and the feeling of being mao.

Da...da...

"Ding..." As soon as the elevator door opened, Fang Qiao finally stood in the eleventh floor corridor.

Fang Qiao looked at the two doors arranged in sequence, took a deep breath, walked to the first door and started ringing the doorbell.

"Ding Dong..."

"Ding Dong..."

After no response for a long time, Qiao Qiao was disappointed. No one had found any of them. Then he didn't live on the top, but was below the fifth floor?

If you don’t go down and take a look, you can’t live in the rooftop, right? Fang Qiao frowned and supported her with one hand on the door, thinking in her mind which floor he would live in.

Or has it moved out?

Just as she was about to turn her head and leave to look for it, Fang Qiao heard the door click open, and she was leaning against the door and her body was unstable and her center of gravity pounced into the door.

Fang Qiao didn't expect that the people would open suddenly, and they had no time to react and just lay in the arms of the doorkeeper.

A familiar breath, a familiar person.

This is definitely her husband.

Fang Qiao quickly raised her head and looked at him. As expected, she was facing a pair of murderous gazes as she looked up. It was so cold that she was very cold.

Before Fang Qiao could say hello, he heard the man's low and cold voice sound in his ears.

“Get down…”

Fang Qiao realized the cold voice and saw their current posture.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, and her entire upper body was lying in his arms, barely holding himself on the ground.

At this time, her hand was still on his shoulder and her head rested on his chest.

This posture is really ambiguous.

"Ahem...hehe..."

After feeling the air conditioning that was banishing thousands of miles away from him, Fang Qiao laughed dryly.

"Haha, what a coincidence, why did you pounce on me? You can't blame me! I didn't mean to throw myself into my arms. I really don't know that you suddenly opened the door but didn't stand firm. I can only blame you for opening the door without saying a word."

Fang Qiao said as he patted his chest in a white shirt gently as if soothing. "Sir, be calm, be calm... Be angry and get older quickly."

Fang Qiao said as he stood up with his shoulders.

Xu Mo was stiff and motionless, even forgot to push the person away.

Never been so close to anyone before. When he felt her hand slapping his chest, his body stiffened and his cold lips were pursed into a straight line, and he looked at her coldly.

Xu Mo looked at the girl standing in front of him with a familiar face.

"What are you doing in my house?"

What exactly is this girl doing?

Not to mention Xu Mo's appearance, he looks really fierce. If an ordinary girl is afraid she will not dare to approach him at all.

Standard coffin face!

Tsk tsk...
Chapter completed!