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Qiao Mu followed Xi Muqiao and turned around. Just after taking two steps, she stepped back and walked over to Lu Ziming, who was lying on the floor half-dead on the floor. She raised his foot and ruthlessly stepped on Lu Ziming's crotch a few times, mumbling as he stepped on it.

"Motherf * cker. You still want to force a girl to do me with a bear like you? Let's see if I can step on your balls or not this time!"

The onlookers, including Xi Muqiao, instantly felt a chill run down their spines and a sense of sadness.

The corner of Xi Muqiao's eyes twitched. He suddenly started to worry about the safety of his balls after marrying Little Rascal. Little Rascal was too violent; he didn't know that that was a man's greatest weakness.

After which, before turning around, he pointed his middle finger at Zhang Xuan and even said a few words.

"You don't even know who I am! I'll beat you up every time I see you!"

Xi Muqiao: "…"

Zuo Zhen looked at the CEO and Miss Qiao who were walking in front and suddenly felt that the two of them were a perfect match.

After returning home, Xi Muqiao discovered that the injury on Qiao Mu's face was more severe than he had expected. His fingers gently caressed the swelling.

"Ah ah ah, it hurts." Qiao Mu cried out in pain, her large eyes watering.

The entire left side of his face swelled up, the purplish handprint on his white face looked so ferocious, even the corners of his eyes were bruised, there were faint traces of blood in his eyes, and the wound at the corner of his mouth was still bleeding. The right side of his face was unharmed, but the dust and tears mixed together in a mess.

She carefully wiped the dust off Qiao Mu's face with a hot towel and his black eyes were filled with love. He was glad that she wasn't too far away from Little Rascal and hurried over in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable. Holding Qiao Mu's face in her hands, Qiao Mu raised her head and saw her reflection clearly in her eyes.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little."

"The ear?"

"It started buzzing. It's much better now."

Xi Muqiao threw the towel into the basin, found a gray coat from the suitcase brought up by the left side, and put it on, wrapping a scarf around Qiao Mu.

"Let's go to the hospital."

"Huh?"

"Go check, what if there's a concussion?"

"Ah?" A concussion? "

Qiao Mu was dumbfounded. "This … is it that serious?"

"I'm not sure. Let's go check it out."

Qiao Mu instantly became furious. Her small hands covered half of her face as she swore through gritted teeth.

"That bastard!" If it's really a concussion, just let people kill him! "

Left Wing: "…" The future CEO was so domineering.

Just as Xi Muqiao pulled Qiao Mu out of the room, Qiao Mu spoke pitifully, "Uncle, I don't have any money."

Mumu Qiao was about to die from anger. She was still f * cking thinking about money. This little money grubber wanted to smack her to death. She turned around and roared, "With laozi here, there's no need for you to spend money!"

She went to the hospital to check and sure enough, with a mild concussion, Qiao Mu found out the result and snot ran down her face as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Uncle, wuu, just a slap and I'll have a concussion. It's not like I was the one who first split my legs, wuu …"

The people in the hospital looked at the girl with a swollen face, tugging at the sleeves of the tall and handsome man, crying with tears streaming down their faces. Hearing the girl's pitiful cries, the crowd started to point at Xi Muqiao.

"How could he do such a thing when he looks just like a human?"

"Exactly, just look at how badly you beat up that little girl."

"Another modern Chen Shimei!"

"…"

Xi Muqiao's face was extremely dark as he picked up Qiao Mu and turned to leave.

Damn it, this was a huge blame on him!

In the car.

"Uncle, quickly get someone to kill him."

"I want to kill you."

Qiao Mu's crying became even louder. Being vexed to death by that moaning sound, Xi Muqiao roared loudly, "Shut up!" If you keep on crying, I'll sell you out! "

Sure enough, Little Rascal stopped crying. It covered its mouth with its hands and stared at him with its eyes wide open. Tears welled up in its eyes as it shrugged its shoulders, looking really pitiful.

Xi Muqiao's hardened heart was broken little by little like this. His heart was softened by Qiao Mu's delicate and pitiful little expression as she held Qiao Mu in her arms and spoke in a softer tone.

"Who told you not to listen to me, you insisted on coming back yourself. Have you got a good memory this time?"

Qiao Mu sobbed for a moment. "It's longer, it's longer."

As he was driving, he heard the conversation between the two and sighed. Since when did the CEO become so gentle? He really did fall into the hands of Miss Qiao.

After returning home and packing his things, it was already close to midnight.

Qiao Mu saw her bed with five thousand yuan. In the small room, the single bed with the jujube red Nan Mu looked out of place. She lay on the bed to feel it and suddenly felt that the five thousand yuan was worth it.

"Uncle, that bastard touched me, even though there's clothes between them."

As Xi Muqiao was taking off his clothes, he suddenly felt a surge of anger.

"Can you feel it?"

Qiao Mu thought about it for a moment. Her small hands twisted the edge of the blanket. "Right hand."

Xi Muqiao hung his coat on a hanger, his eyebrows dropped in anger. He sneered coldly and spoke in a low voice.

"It's broken."

"Oh."

Taking Qiao Mu cotton garment, Xi Muqiao frowned. It was so thin that it was no wonder that the little bastard's limbs were so cold all day long. He shook it vigorously and was about to hang it on the clothes rack.

When he saw the item in his hand, his expression became extremely wonderful. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes as he played with the two pink bags in his hand. He glanced at the little bastard playing games on his phone with a smile that was not a smile.

Simujo crawled into bed and reached for his cell phone.

Just as she was having fun, her phone was taken away. Just as Qiao Mu was about to complain, two small pink bags appeared in front of her eyes. With one glance, she recognized that it was a condom Qiu Ning stuffed into her pocket.

Her small face immediately turned the color of a pig's liver, and her red and swollen cheeks began to bulge with pain. She quickly pulled the blanket over her head and argued.

"It's not mine!"

A trace of happiness could be seen in Xi Muqiao's eyes. He lifted his hand to pull down the blanket and jokingly said, "Could it be mine?"

He reached out to pull Qiao Mu into her embrace and rubbed the tip of her nose against Qiao Mu's small nose. "Speak, are you looking forward to something happening with me?"

"Nope."

"Then what are you doing with the condoms in your pocket? Is it not for me? "

Qiao Mu pulled at the blanket, not allowing Xi Muqiao to pull it down. Only her eyes were exposed and her voice was muffled within the blanket.

"Can I say that I'm using it to blow balloons?"

Xi Mubai's lips curved up slightly as he exhaled a breath of hot air at Qiao Mu. "Then why don't you blow one for me to see?"