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Qiao Mu panicked and shouted at the lazy man, "Xi Muqiao, don't go too far!"

Xi Muqiao raised his eyebrows. This was the first time that this little fellow had addressed him by his surname. Aside from his family and friends, no one else had dared to call him by his name. The man smiled coldly.

"Miss Qiao Mu, was it I who forced you to sign the contract?" Did I press your hand on the handprint? It's your own will. What do you mean now? Regret it? "Sure, return 5 million to me, the contract is invalid."

Also? What the heck! Qiao Mu turned the contract over and held it in her hand.

Xi Muqiao extended his hand to grab the paper in Qiao Mu's hand. Qiao Mu panicked and quickly took two steps back to distance herself from him. She held the contract tightly with her hand behind her back, afraid that he would snatch it away.

At a time like this, even if she hadn't used it, she still wouldn't be able to pay him back, not to mention that she had already paid the debt and the operating expenses.

"Bastard, you tricked me again!" At that time, she was in urgent need of money, so Qiao Mu did not have the time to see what was written on the contract. It was only now that she realised that Xi Muqiao could take the money back at any time.

Xi Mubai's handsome face was cold and serene. He looked sharply at the unconvinced little bastard in front of him, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"I'll say it again. Pay attention to your words. Your entire person is now mine. What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?" Furthermore, I did not plot against you. It was you who knelt down and begged me to help you. "

Memories surfaced in her mind. Qiao Mu's face was flushed red, but she could not refute a single word. This was because every word that the man said was the truth.

Xi Muqiao stood up and stood in front of Qiao Mu, looking down at the angry yet patient little face of Little Rascal from above, lowering his head as he approached.

"Since you belong to me, then obey every word I say." Xi Muqiao's voice was deep and his eyes were sharp, his slender fingers seemed to pierce Qiao Mu's heart, "Otherwise, pay me back, the contract will become invalid, and we will pay each other back."

Qiao Mu's chest violently rose up and down. She felt extremely wronged. If she had a knife in her hand right now, she would definitely chop him to death. She hated this man's smug face the most.

Mubai Qiao stood tall and straight, she was so handsome and elegant, "Do you really think you're worth five million?"

As expected, after Qiao Mu heard this, her gaze fell on the man's face. She had always been curious as to why this man suddenly gave her 5 million.

"Since I've bought you, I'll have to settle all of your problems. Otherwise, I won't need to cause any more trouble in the future. For a body like yours, forget about five million on the black market, no one would even buy it for fifty thousand. " The man's lips had an elegant curve to them. His smile seemed so loathsome to Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu's heart churned as she forcefully suppressed her emotions. She asked in a trembling voice, "Then why did you spend five million to buy me?"

"Warm the bed."

Warm your sister! This time, Qiao Mu did not dare to say anything and could only silently give the old man a middle finger in her heart.

"Grind." "What the hell are you doing? Hurry up and go warm up." The man frowned as he looked impatiently at the little bastard who was staring at him in disbelief. "You said it yourself. What did you do? Have you forgotten?"

Qiao Mu slowly climbed onto the chuang. "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beauty take off her clothes before? Do you not know how to avoid her?"

It was as if Xi Muqiao had heard something funny. He crossed his arms and stared at Qiao Mu, "Oh, your figure is so weak, and you're afraid of me looking at you?"

In fact, Xi Muqiao's words were more of a provocation and provocation. He knew that Little Rascal was very confident.

Qiao Mu's face suddenly turned red. Damn it, isn't this old bastard's eyes just for show? You dare to say that her figure is bad? She was a god at school, no, a goddess. Before and after the qiao, to be more concave. The convex man is as concave as that. Yellowman.

The dead man in front of her was talking to her. Qiao Mu couldn't stand it any longer and immediately went into a front and back position. She stood on the chuang and looked down at the man, his spirited eyes full of pride.

A trace of amazement flashed across Xi Muqiao's eyes. His gaze turned a little darker, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

Although he was mentally prepared, he still had to admit that Little Rascal's figure was so good that it could explode. He had purposely provoked her just now, but he didn't expect Little Rascal to actually start showing off.

However, there was a yellow Pikachu on top of the thermal underwear …

Xi Muqiao frowned. What sort of taste did this little bastard have?

The first time I saw her, she was wearing a sponge baby's inner pocket. Now she was Pikachu's warmth. The visual impact of being attacked by a child made him feel as if he had been possessed by a young girl.

Pah! So evil!

Seeing Xi Muqiao's lame appearance, Qiao Mu thought that he still thought that her figure was lacking. He sized up his body and nodded his head, feeling very satisfied with her figure.

Before she could continue to admire herself, Qiao Mu was already shivering from the cold. She hurriedly crawled into the blanket.

He habitually took off the lace and hesitated for a moment. Then, he glanced at the man standing beside the chuang and handed it over. "Uncle, do me a favor and help me hang it on the clothes rack."

"…" Was this a command? He really doesn't know his place at all.

Seeing that the man didn't move, Qiao Mu became anxious. Her small hands held the B ~ R ~ A and shook it a few times: "Uncle, hurry up, it's really cold."

Xi Muqiao then took the B * tch with a dark expression, his fingers gently caressing it without any trace of affection. The moment he turned around, he could smell the faint scent of lavender and the scent of a little bastard.

"Uncle, aren't you cold?" Qiao Mu looked at the man who was only wearing a thin shirt. The room was so cold. If he were to let her in, it would be so cold that he would freeze to the point that he could breathe.

Xi Mubai glanced at the little bastard whose head was only exposed and said calmly, "Isn't this waiting for you to warm up the bed?"

"Then come quickly, I'll warm it up for you. It's warm." She would not tell him that the bed was as cold as the room, and that she was freezing.

Qiao Mu inched closer and patted the spot where she had lain a moment ago with her small hand. Unexpectedly, her tone contained a trace of trembling anticipation. It was a warm bed anyway, so long as she didn't do anything else, she was relieved.

At this moment, it was Xi Muqiao's turn to be conflicted. Last time, he was too drunk and didn't have any consciousness, so he didn't know that she was the little girl. Now that I know, looking at the little bastard in bed, I really don't know if I can control him.