C20

Xi Muqiao didn't drive his slutty Bugatti Wyvern, but a relatively low-key Bentley Muchang. This car wasn't low-key at all, it was just that this was already his lowest profile car.

The hospital was not far from where Qiao Mu worked. Qiao Mu did not sit on the bus and instead walked for 20 minutes at a time.

In the car behind him, Xi Muqiao followed with a doting look in her eyes as he watched Qiao Mu's back. She was carrying a small, white backpack, with his hands in the pockets of his cotton clothing as he walked quickly on the road.

It was clearly a luxurious car. The speed at which Xi Muqiao had forcefully driven his bicycle caused many passers-by to glance at him. They muttered to themselves that there shouldn't be anything wrong with the driver, right? However, he did not care at all. In his eyes, there was only that little bastard in front of him.

That petite and exquisite little figure trembled a little in the cold wind. After walking a distance, he stopped and stomped his feet. Seeing this, Xi Muqiao almost wanted to get out of the car and carry her up: "Little bastard, you know you can still wear such thin clothes despite the cold."

Actually, Qiao Mu wore a lot of things, it was just that her body was cold to begin with. When winter came, her hands and feet were cold, and the cotton garment was bought on the street for 80 yuan, it couldn't be compared to those down jacket.

Qiao Mu worked at the Starbucks next to the department store at night. From 6.30 to 9.30 RMB per hour, it was 90 RMB per night. This was the easiest job she had in her part-time job. She was very satisfied with her life and the fact that she didn't have to run around all the time.

He quickly changed into his work clothes and greeted the supervisor. Since Qiao Mu's work could be considered to have started, it was time to eat. There were more customers in the shop.

Qiao Mu finished with the customer in front of him and quickly ran to the counter. With a professional smile and a nod of her head, she greeted, "Sir, may I ask if you … …" The words stuck in her throat.

Qiao Mu's eyes widened and she blinked, "Eh, Uncle!" The expression on her face froze. The heck, the head of the underworld is actually here to buy coffee. Where are his underlings?

He was dressed in a black coat that reached to his knees. There were traces of cold air on his clothes. When paired with the indifferent expression on his face, there was a certain hardness in his face. His powerful aura and heaven-defying looks made all the customers in the store turn their heads to look at him.

Her slender fingers were holding two hundred yuan worth of money. It was very elegant, but the words that came out of her mouth made Qiao Mu angry. She wanted to slap the money back into the old scoundrel's face.

"Two moccas, bring them over, quick!" With that, the man turned around and walked to a nearby seat and sat down.

Qiao Mu held it in. Who the hell wouldn't want money? She picked up the two hundred yuan and stuffed it into her pocket. In her heart, she gave Xi Muqiao her middle finger and whispered, "Dammit, money is the uncle. I'll tolerate you."

Then, she took the receipt and went to the production counter to get her own coffee. She walked to the man's table and put down the cup without any tenderness. "Uncle, you can't get your own coffee if you're good at it. Don't you see that other people get their own coffee?"

"With my men right in front of me, why should I do it myself?" The man spoke as if he was talking about a very normal thing.

Qiao Mu was speechless. Xi Muqiao was right, she already sold 5 million to him. If he didn't say anything, she would have forgotten. Taking 5 million and getting some coffee for him really wasn't a big deal.

The man raised his eyes and sized up the little bastard in black uniform. He smiled with an appreciative smile on his face. This little bastard looked pretty much the same in his work clothes.

Xi Mubai raised his chin and said, "Sit."

Qiao Mu did not move. "I'm at work, Uncle."

The man took out a wallet from his coat and slapped the wallet onto the table. "Sit down."

Qiao Mu swallowed a gulp of saliva as she silently thought to herself: Qiao Mu, you must have some backbone. You can't break your waist just for a mere five hundred dollars!

He straightened his small body and said stubbornly, "Don't think that you can bribe me with five hundred dollars, I, Qiao Mu, am a man of my principles."

The man's lips curved into a faint smile. Little bastard, even if you say no, your body is very honest. Let's see how long you can endure this.

The man leaned back with his long legs crossed and leaned against the back of the chair. He was very lazy and had a faint smile on his face. It was still those two words, his voice deep and magnetic. "Sit down."

Qiao Mu's eyes were fixed on the red-haired Grandpa Mao.

F * ck, this old bastard actually used money to coax us into doing this. Puzzle her! But, what was she supposed to do if she was being tricked? This damned man had really grasped onto her weak spot.

Thus, Qiao Mu who was hesitating on the left and right, two small, fully armed figures appeared in her mind.

The little guy said, "Qiao Mu, you have to hold it in. Where is your backbone? Remember, don't give in to them! It's just a thousand dollars and she's subdued you. How useless is that? "

The little person said, "Qiao Mu, so what if you have backbone. Can you just treat it as a meal? Money is the most important thing, after this village, there won't be this shop anymore. "

Just as he was thinking about it, one more hand had appeared on those ten grandpas and was about to take the money back. This time, Qiao Mufang! The little person with money in his mind hacked the little person to death, his hand was faster than his brain. He pressed his hand down onto the man's long and slender hand with a "Pa" sound, and laughed dryly. "Seeing that you're so sincere, I'll give you a little face. I'll sit!"

F * ck, what backbone, what principles, you can all go to hell. Grandpa Mao is the most important! Money can make a difference, so what if you just sit there for a while?

Xi Muqiao saw Qiao Mu's actions and could not help but want to laugh. However, in front of this little bastard, she had to act more serious. He suddenly realized that this little bastard's miser appearance was actually so cute.

Qiao Mu saw that the supervisor wasn't here and sat across from the man. She quickly folded the money and stuffed it into her pockets before whispering to the man, "Uncle, where is your little brother? You don't have to do it yourself for such a small thing like coffee? "

The man was cold and aloof, his words as precious as gold. "Mhmm."

"Also, why did you buy two cups of coffee? Have you made an appointment with a friend?" Qiao Mu began chattering without end.

"I like one drink and the other one's on display, okay?" As soon as Xi Muqiao's interest was piqued, he liked to see Little Rascal being humiliated.

Qiao Mu choked and choked to the point that she couldn't reply. After a while, she glanced at the man in front of her and said in a disdainful tone, "Of course you can. Uncle you have the money, so you can buy all the coffee in our shop."

Saying up to here, she took one cup of coffee and took a sip. Then, she started to frown.

Actually, she didn't like drinking coffee at all. Not to mention the taste, it was extremely expensive. It would be better to have a cup of plain water instead!

In the short ten minutes, other than being choked by Xi Muqiao, the rest of the time was Qiao Mu rambling on and on. Most of the time, the men would only gently look at the chattering little bastard as the corners of their mouths curled up into a smile.

He really liked the time he spent alone with Little Rascal. It seemed like his plans would have to be brought forward.