"Don't worry, I'm back this time, first of all, to see you and the child, and secondly, to deal with the Panasonic family." Wang Xiaoqiang patted Qiao Hui's shoulders and said,

After giving birth to a child, Qiao Hui looked more plump, but her figure was not bloated at all. She could be described as a round jade bead, and her mature charm was even more seductive.

"By the way, tomorrow is Sunday, and it is the day when Wang Yi practices martial arts. That Taro Matsushita will drive to pick up Wang Yi. Let's not let Wang Yi go with him again," Qiao Hui said.

"This way, it will not be stopped. Instead, it will make the children even more alienated and even betray us. So, let Wang Yi go tomorrow, but don't worry, I will go there secretly and take care of him."

"Well, I'll feel relieved with you." Qiao Hui breathed a sigh of relief and snuggled in Wang Xiaoqiang's arms.

At this time, the servant had already brought the food to the table and invited the two of them to dinner. Qiao Hui called her son Wang Yi downstairs to have dinner. She shouted twice but saw him respond. Qiao Hui shook her head and gave up.

The food was very rich. Qiao Hui accompanied Wang Xiaoqiang to have a meal and drank some wine. After Qiao Hui drank, her cheeks were blushing like peach blossoms, which was extremely delicate. When she looked at her man, her eyes became a little intoxicated. Wang Xiaoqiang looked at Qiao Hui with excitement and eagerness.

Qiao Hui couldn't wait to give Wang Xiaoqiang water and let him take a shower. After Wang Xiaoqiang took a shower, Qiao Hui also took a shower, and then changed into a short skirt with a casual cheongsam style at home. Since she showed the gentleness of a home woman and a bit like an urban beauty, she seemed to be avant-garde and sexy girl.

Qiao Hui has always been a very particular woman, such as having to put on makeup before going out. When she was in China, she was a strong business woman and socialite. This is also a habit that she has developed over the years.

When facing her own man, she is more meticulous. Although she is at home, she still has to show her most beautiful and personalized side in front of her man. Let her man get the most pleasant enjoyment both physically and mentally.

It’s true that Wang Xiaoqiang, with Qiao Hui’s outfit, felt like he was back to the past, back to the first time when he first met her. He was grand, sexy, charming, wild, and had a hint of self and unruly. His unique temperament and charm impressed Wang Xiaoqiang, an uncle-level man. Qiao Hui was like a bottle of white wine, the more it became, the more fragrant it became.

"Come on, so you climb my neck and I'll hold you up." After the two of them were warm in the bedroom, Wang Xiaoqiang wanted to play tricks.

"Are you afraid of scoundrelizing your waist?" Qiao Hui murmured coquettishly, but did not refuse.

"Don't worry, you don't believe in my ability." Wang Xiaoqiang took her up easily.

After some exercise, Wang Xiaoqiang did not flash his waist, but Qiao Hui flashed his waist and burst out tears of pain. "It's all your fault, you are so strong."

"Haha, I'll pinch it for you," Wang Ye pinched her waist, and the spiritual energy took the opportunity to enter her waist, and the pain soon stopped. Then the two changed several positions. The sound of male and female love gradually became louder. At the last wave, Qiao Hui's sweet sang was filled with tears, as if she was crying. In fact, tears really spilled out of the corners of her eyes, which were tears of happiness. This was a manifestation that women only had when they were extremely satisfied.

Wang Xiaoqiang's sword is not old, or it is stronger than it is old. After several times, Qiao Hui directly surrendered.

After some time, the two hugged each other and discussed how to deal with the Panasonic family. They fell asleep in the middle of the night.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, early in the morning, Taro Matsushita drove to pick up Wang Yi. In order not to alert the enemy, Wang Xiaoqiang did not go downstairs, but kept staring at Taro Matsushita on the second floor with his eyes.

Taro Matsushita was led down to the first floor living room of the villa by a servant. Taro Matsushita was wearing a suit and lace, and his leather shoes were shiny. He looked gentle and polite. After seeing Qiao Hui, he bowed deeply to her.

As he bowed and bent down, his eyes slid past Qiao Hui's slender and sexy legs exposed outside his skirt, and a stunning light flashed through his eyes. However, when he straightened up and raised his head, the slim light in his eyes disappeared completely. Instead, he still looked humble, like a gentleman and a gentleman, "Hello, Miss Qiao, I'm here to pick up Wang Yi to practice martial arts."

Qiao Hui frowned, "Mr. Panasonic, please call me Mrs. Wang in the future."

"Uh, I'm sorry, I forgot again." Taro Matsushita smiled owly, "Mrs. Wang, I'll pick up Wang Yi,"

Hearing the voice of Taro Matsushita, Wang Yi came down from the building excitedly. When he saw Taro Matsushita, he was very happy, with a look of respect and admiration on his face. He walked to Taro Matsushita and bowed deeply, "Hello, Master."

"Haha, Wang Yi, there is no need to be polite," Taro Matsushita reached out and stroked Wang Yi's head. He looked very intimate, and Wang Yi was also very close to him and was very eager to follow him. He waved his hand to Qiao Hui, "Goodbye Mom,"

"Wang Yi, go to the car first. I have a few more words to say to your mother," Taro Matsushita said to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi listened to him very much and obediently walked out of the living room on the first floor of the villa and walked towards Taro Matsushita.

When Wang Yi walked out of the villa, Taro Matsushita asked, "Mrs. Wang, ask, have you ever been back?"

Qiao Hui replied, "No."

"Uh." Taro Matsushita breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Wang is probably seven more days away."

"No, it's been seven years." Qiao Hui sighed, and her face pretended to be a little resentment and sadness.

Seeing Qiao Hui like this, Taro Matsushita suddenly changed his face and said with a smile, "Miss Qiao, you are very bored, how about we go drinking together in the evening?"

When Taro Matsushita said this, he no longer concealed the naked possessive desire in his eyes. His eyes were sweeping on Qiao Hui's graceful body unscrupulously, and his vulgar appearance was completely different from what he had just now.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Matsushita, I'm not good at drinking." Qiao Hui refused directly, with a cold face. "In addition, I'm a married woman, please call me Mrs. Wang in the future."

"Mr. Wang is afraid he won't be back, so why should Miss Qiao make mistakes?" Taro Matsushita smiled very wretchedly, "Miss Qiao, you are still young and so beautiful. You are so obsessed with this widow for someone who has no hope. You are really too obsessed with yourself."

"Mr. Matsushita, you teach Wang Yi carefully. I respect you, but please respect yourself. If you talk nonsense again, don't blame me for tearing you apart."

"Miss Qiao, I have admired you for a long time, don't you know at all?" Taro Matsushita got closer to Qiao Hui.

"Rareless, if you are rude, I will call the police." Qiao Huiningli did not move, shouted coldly, and took out her cell phone to make a call. In fact, her cell phone was in the recording state.

"Miss Qiao is really a virgin," Taro Matsushita sighed with a gloomy look on his face, and he sneered, "Miss Qiao refuses to accept it, but Wang Yi wants to recognize her as his adoptive father. From now on, we two will be like hehe."

"How is this possible with foster father? You can't imagine without my permission." Qiao Huihan said with a face.

"Don't think I'll tell you the truth. Wang Yi will be my Matsushita Taro from now on. I will not only train him to become my adopted son, but also turn him into my puppet. Do you understand?" Matsushita Taro said arrogantly and proudly. At this time, there was no gentleman look, and he was completely a scoundrel.

"It's impossible. If you don't believe me, try it."

"Okay, then let's try it. In fact, you mother and son have been in my plan for a long time. Wang Yi is my adopted son and puppet, and you will become my love wife." Taro Matsushita showed up directly, and after saying that, he glanced at Qiao Hui in obscenely, then turned around and walked out,

When he walked out of the living room on the first floor of the villa, his face changed again, and the darkness on his face, his complacent and obscene expression completely disappeared, and he changed from a scoundrel to a humble gentleman with a harmless smile on his face.

Staring at the back of Taro Matsushita walking out, Qiao Hui also showed a relieved smile. She stopped recording the phone. At this time, Wang Xiaoqiang had already walked down from the upper floor. She walked to Qiao Hui, held her shoulder, and smiled with praise, "Ahui, you're doing a good job."

Qiao Hui handed the phone to Wang Xiaoqiang and said inexplicably, "Is this a little extravagant? After all, Wang Yi is our son and my biological child. Is he not listening to me and not believing what I say?"

"Everything is for the child. If it weren't for the child's feelings, I had already attacked Taro Matsushita just now, so what we did was not redundant at all."

After a pause, Wang Xiaoqiang said again, "You have also seen how close Wang Yi is to Taro Matsushita. He is obviously brainwashed by Taro Matsushita, and the poison has become deeply poisoned. If we forcefully persuade or forcefully, it will not only hurt the child's heart, but also aggravate his rebellious psychology and make him completely betray us."

Wang Ye turned on the recording and playing the phone. The conversation between Taro Matsushita and Qiao Hui and his son just came from the phone. From Taro Matsushita entering the villa to when he left the villa, every conversation with Taro Qiao Hui and his son was clearly recorded on it.

After listening to the recording, Wang Xiaoqiang raised his phone and said with relief, "Wang Yi is already very mature in his mind. With this evidence, he can naturally tell who is better and who is worse."
Chapter completed!