C13

Warm bed?

Qiao Mu abruptly raised her head to look at the man's noble and cold handsome face. His small face was filled with shock. Her small red mouth slightly opened as she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The heck! This old man was not only an old scoundrel, but also an old man that didn't care. Qiao Mu gave this old scoundrel a middle finger in his heart.

As the head of an underworld gang, he was still so good-looking. As long as he waved his hand, the women who wanted to warm his bed would all rush in, one after the other.

Why did she have to do it? Although she knew that her chest was straight and her butt was raised, and she was still so good-looking, but she was still so young. Was her youth, unrivaled, going to be spoiled by an old man?

"Have you decided yet? My time is limited, don't waste it."

Qiao Mu gritted her teeth. Since it was already so late, how could she not consider it? She resolutely nodded her head.

"Alright, alright, alright, sign, hurry up. I'm more anxious than you. Bastard, do you think I want to see your smelly face?"

Unexpectedly, the man wasn't angry. He just calmly took the phone from the table, tapped it with his slender finger and dialed a number.

"Bring the items up immediately."

Qiao Mu's unjustifiable Little Jiu Jiu was scared out of her wits by the man. Her little face was full of grief. Who would have thought that in the advanced and enlightened twenty-first century, someone would be willing to sell themselves?

After knocking on the door a few times, the door was pushed open. Zuo Zhen walked in with a folder and respectfully bowed to the man. He didn't call for the CEO. After putting down his stuff, he walked out without a word.

Qiao Mu looked at the man in the suit expressionlessly walking past her, his small face full of curiosity. He raised his hand to stroke his chin and couldn't help but nod.

Everyone in the underworld was like this now, this old man dressed in such proper clothes, even his underlings were all in suits and shoes, very decent, the key thing was that they were all handsome guys, the last time they were caught guarding him, the four men in black were also very handsome.

As expected, this was an era where people looked at face. Even the underworld was no exception. It seemed that he had underestimated this old man before. This old man's underworld was really not just about organization and discipline.

The man turned around, picked up the folder, untied the string around the top of the bag, took out a few pages of paper and a bank card. He pushed the paper in front of Qiao Mu and shook the golden bank card between his slender fingers.

"Do you see that? As long as you sign the contract, this card will be yours, and all the money in it will be yours as well. I won't interfere no matter what you want to do with it."

The man's voice was gentle and pleasant, with a hint of seduction, as if he was saying "sign" and "sign". If you signed your name, this piece of candy would be yours.

Qiao Mu looked at the bank card swaying in front of her eyes and the courage that she had mustered in her heart was instantly smacked into dust. Qiao Mu looked at the bank card swaying in front of her, and the courage that she had lost was instantly smacked into the dust.

Qiao Mu took the paper from the man's hand. It was a few thin pages, but Qiao Mu felt that it weighed millions of pounds, pressing down on her so that she could not penetrate.

The words were written in black and white, and there was a hint of iciness in them. Qiao Mu followed the lines and looked at them. Her fingers trembled slightly.

"Stop grinding. "Crap, should I sign it or not? Who knows, I might change my mind in the next second. At that time, don't beg me while crying."

"As long as I sign it, this card will be mine? "You're not lying to me, right? Let me tell you old man, if you dare lie to me, I'll poison you to death with rat poison."

The corner of the man's mouth twitched as he nodded speechlessly. That little bastard wanted to poison him to death. Let's see how he would deal with her in the future.

Seeing the man nod, Qiao Mu then picked up the pen beside him and placed it behind Party B, but she did not continue writing.

Her mouth said it easily, but when she was done, Qiao Mu was unable to write out that line. The tip of the brush fell, lifted, fell, and lifted once again, leaving a little blotch on the white paper.

It was as if the ink mark had landed on Qiao Mu's heart. Little by little, it caused Qiao Mu's heart to tremble with fear.

As long as he signed it, then the rest of his life would no longer belong to him. Every single strand of hair on his body would belong to this man, but if he didn't sign it, then he wouldn't have the money to perform surgery on his mother.

"Then, in that case, I'll truly sign it. Don't regret it, it's useless even if you regret it. Black and white won't be able to escape you."

The man could no longer hold back his laughter. He pretended to be serious and said, "If you don't sign, then scram!"

Finally, Qiao Mu gritted her teeth and made up her mind. Her small hand gripped the pen tightly as her knuckles turned white and she wrote her name on the white paper. Since she was young, Qiao Mu had never been as serious as she was now.

When she finished writing, Qiao Mu slapped the pen on the table and extended her small hand towards the man. She was emboldened and spoke rudely.

"Damn it! You're a dead man, I'm done. Hurry up and give me a card!"

The man raised his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth curving into a faint arc as he raised his chin towards the red imprint on the ground.

"Hand seal."

"F * ck!"

Qiao Mu pursed her lips and resisted the urge to put the red imprint on the man's handsome face. Motherf * cker, she had already signed it and even had to sign it. How could a poor person like her be able to run away?

Under the roof, he had no choice but to lower his head and silently scold this damned man in his heart. However, his little hand obediently pressed down on the red handprint on his name.

If she, Qiao Mu, didn't take revenge on you, you old bitch, you just wait and see, if she, Qiao Mu, didn't take revenge, then she would be unworthy of being a woman!

The man lowered his eyes and looked at Qiao Mu's handsome writing and the bright red handprint on the name on the white paper. He nodded his head in satisfaction as a hint of joy leaked out from his pitch-black eyes.

He took out one of the papers and brushed it off with his slender fingers. The man smiled sinisterly as he stretched out his arm and patted Qiao Mu's chest.

"Take it. Your indenture contract."

Qiao Mu fiercely glared at the man's mischievous smile. Her small face was red from anger as her chest rose and fell uncontrollably. This bird had taken advantage of her opportunity. She could clearly feel that the old man had 'heavily' patted her chest twice.

"Old bastard, get lost!"

This bastard! Fuck your indenture contract, Qiao Mu impolitely slapped away the man's pig like hands on her chest, her eyes red from anger.

The man waved the contract in his hand and said lightly.

"Your entire body is mine, so what if I touched my own thing? Do you have any objections?"

Qiao Mu: "…"

The heck, he couldn't beat her in a fight, but he couldn't even compare to her momentum. Qiao Mu felt that her internal organs were about to explode from the anger, but there was nothing she could do about it.