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After Qiao Mu finished roaring, she went along with the flow and put her hands on her waist, looking like a little shrew.

Xi Muqiao's heart skipped a beat and with a "crack ~", he broke into pieces! Was this really the little thing that he had been thinking about day and night for over ten years? Or was he blaming himself for opening it in the wrong way?

Seeing the man suddenly stop talking, Qiao Mu smiled, his small face was full of pride, "What, did I get it right? There's nothing else to say, you old man with a personality that doesn't care!"

Being scolded as an old man, Xi Muqiao was no longer happy. How could he act like an old man? He was just a handsome young master in his twenties!

Xi Muqiao pulled his coat behind him, imitating Qiao Mu's movements of standing upright with her hands on her hips. She smiled, clean and refined, extremely friendly and harmless. Her pair of handsome eyes gazed at Qiao Mu's chest. With a deep glance at the front, the Adam's apple slides up and down,

"Are you sure you're underage? Also, are you sure I'm the one that is stronger than you? "Oh, by the way, I admit I hung your lace on the sculpture."

Without waiting for Qiao Mu to explain herself, the man crossed her hands over her pockets and took a light step forward with her long legs, a mocking smile on her face.

Qiao Mu was furious. This b * stard still refused to admit his loss after finishing his meal.

The man in front of her had a graceful bearing and was tall and slender, exuding a strong aura. The sarcastic smile on her face and the calmness she exuded caused Qiao Mu to feel stifled.

Damn it! He was indeed the head of the underworld; his aura was definitely different.

With his hands on his hips, his small body straightened, he took a step forward and roared,

"What other evidence do you need?" I can't be that young, could it be that I stole you and then slept with you? "Do you think it's possible for me to have such a small body? Ah, is it possible, old bastard!"

After being scolded one after another at the old man, the old scoundrel and Xi Muqiao became so angry. The veins on their foreheads bulged and the corners of their mouths twitched. Damn it, how old was he? This is maturation, maturation, do you understand? Little bastard!

Hey, an old bastard, a little bastard, a perfect match!

Thinking of this, the man began to laugh. He stared at Qiao Mu's pursed lips and laughed lazily. "How is that impossible? I have evidence here."

The slender white hand took out the mobile phone and tapped it with her long finger. She handed it over to Qiao Mu and raised her chin. "Talk after you're done reading." She then waited to enjoy Qiao Mu's expression.

Qiao Mu looked at the man's calm appearance and had a bad premonition. Damn it! will not... Could it be that he really had something up his sleeves?

Could it be that the primordial power within her instantly activated, turning her into an invincible hero and forcefully sleeping with the boss of the underworld?

A moment later, the thin willow leaf eyebrow, almond eyes wide open, a look of disbelief.

The heck!

This, this was completely different from what she imagined. How come she didn't get robbed, nor did she resist desperately until she died, nor was there any man that gave her a slap on the face. Instead, she fell into someone else's room!

Buzz, buzz, buzz. This was absolutely not real!

Xi Muqiao's gentle eyes were unfathomable. The little girl in front of him was pressing her head down so low that he could only see her beautiful chin from above.

Little bastard, let's see if you have anything else to say this time.

After a while, Qiao Mu slowly raised her head and swallowed her saliva. A smile the size of a palm appeared on her face that was uglier than crying. "Uhm … Uncle, I think this must be a misunderstanding …"

Misunderstanding? Heh heh, the man's eyes were pitch black as he secretly hid a hint of an undetectable joke. This little bastard was really interesting.

"Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding what? It's a misunderstanding. I stole my woman and slept with you, and you still think I'm an old man or an old bastard? "

Qiao Muhan, did she say those words? It sounded like her style, and for a moment her voice caught in her throat, leaving her speechless. F * ck, she was the one who said all those words. Moreover, she repeated them aggressively a minute ago!

The slender hand took the phone from Qiao Mu's hand and made two tsk-tsk sounds. Her expression was one of undisguised ridicule. The man spoke unhurriedly with a calm tone.

"Forcing your way into my room without my permission is the first crime; it is the second crime to take advantage of a good man and woman who are drunk and doing strong things; it is the third crime to commit violence because of the desperate struggles of a good man and woman; and it is the fourth crime to insult me, the old bastard, and attack me verbally."

Qiao Mu was dumbfounded!

What is this and what is this? How can it be like this? Is it really okay for the plot to flip so quickly!?

Qiao Mu refused to accept this and fought with her life on the line. "I won't accept the second crime. What right do you have to say that I'm a strong woman, but if you're a strong woman, then I'll do it!" The first two mouths, whoever said it was reasonable, you can't say it.

"I'm the victim, so I have the right to speak," the man cast a sidelong glance at the little joke, his posture high and serious. "There's a video of you entering my room while I'm drunk, who knows if you've already planned to covet my beauty."

Greed your ass! Damn, this old bastard must have done it on purpose!

Qiao Mu gritted her teeth as she made her last struggle. "Then, I will not accept the third sin!" Where do I use violence? "You have good arms and legs, and no injuries either. Don't try to lie to me!"

Xi Muqiao's eyes flashed a smile that was not a smile. Little bastard, if you want to see, then I'll let you see.

He took off his gray knee-length coat and threw it to the side of the sofa. The man's long white fingers slowly undid the buttons of his black silk shirt.

First it was the exquisite collarbone, then it was the well-defined chest, then it was the protruding, enchanting abdominal muscles, and then it was the perfect mermaid line …

Qiao Mu was dumbfounded, her saliva almost flowing out. Damn, why was this old man's body so swollen? She had the urge to pounce on him!

Qiao Mu sucked the saliva at the corner of her mouth, her large almond-shaped eyes shining.

Seeing that Little Rascal was already staring at him in a daze, the man curled his lips, took off his shirt, threw it on the sofa and turned around.

The broad shoulders and narrow hips, the firm back, the solid humped shoulder blades, like two small wings, were so fascinating.

Two long scratches, dark red in color, snaking from the shoulder blades to the firm waist, exuding a sense of warmth.

Even Qiao Mu felt that she had sinned. Such a beautiful back had been spoiled by her two scratches.

"Pah pah!" Qiao Mu returned to her senses, what was she thinking! [This bastard! She was obviously trying to take advantage of her, but I just had to deal with him!]

"What else do you want to say?" The man was in no hurry to get dressed. Instead, he recklessly displayed his self-confidence, his eyes half-squinting as he confronted Qiao Mu.

"No, no." Qiao Mu stuttered.

Putong ~, Qiao Mu knelt down. "Wuu, I don't want it. I know I'm wrong. Don't send me to the police station. I have a three-year-old mother, an eighty-year-old child, and a …"