C40

Qiao Mu was choked to the point of not being able to say anything. She didn't want to use a condom to blow a balloon. Since she didn't know how to answer, she casually said a few words and prepared to change the topic.

"Uncle, did you apply any medicine on the wound in your palm?"

Xi Mubai did not say anything. Instead, he opened up his palm in front of Qiao Mu. The wound had turned dark red and a thin layer of blood was forming on it.

The energy saving lamp in the room was very dim, and Qiao Mu could see an irrepressible trace of fire on Xi Muqiao's handsome face. The darkness in his eyes was like a deep pool of water, and the burning gaze was like a scalpel as it cut open his clothes layer by layer and slowly seeped into her bones and blood.

Qiao Mu's eyebrows drooped down. Those small eyes had a different kind of delicate and touching look to them. However, this expression caused Xi Muqiao's expectations to soar and gave her a strange feeling of conquest.

"Da-Uncle."

"Eh?"

"My face is swollen." Qiao Mu's meaning was that she was not suitable to do this sort of thing if she was injured.

"Un, we don't need face."

"I have a concussion."

Xi Muqiao remained unmoved as he spoke in a suppressed voice, "It's light, you can just lie there."

Qiao Mu's old blood was stuck in her throat and she almost choked to death. What the f * ck? Her head was concussed, yet this man didn't let her go.

She asked with a sorrowful expression, "Am I unable to escape tonight?"

Xi Muqiao's eyes twitched as a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his eyes. "I think so."

Hearing this, Qiao Mu lay flat, feeling somewhat sorrowful.

"Come on, since you can't refuse."

The corner of Xi Muqiao's eyes twitched. This little bastard, where did he learn all this nonsense?

Her waist suddenly tightened and she screamed as Xi Muqiao pulled her into his embrace.

The smooth touch made Xi Muqiao's breathing quicken and the temperature in the room rose bit by bit. Qiao Mu's small hand was pressed against Xi Muqiao's chest and was roasted by him. The heat was so intense that the tips of his fingers contracted.

The last time she was drunk, it happened when she wasn't conscious, so this was the first time Qiao Mu felt this way. Her body was extremely stiff, the man's faint smell of tobacco and mint filled her nose.

Xi Muqiao suddenly flipped over and stared at her with burning eyes. He had no intention of continuing.

Her long fingers scratched Qiao Mu's small nose. Xi Muqiao's eyes were focused on her and her voice was hoarse. "Seeing that your face is swollen and you have a concussion, I'll let you off."

"Fine."

Qiao Mu let out a faint sigh, her voice actually carrying a trace of disappointment, scaring her into jumping and secretly angering in her heart. Damn Qiao Mu, what's with your loss? Shouldn't you be happy?

That trace of disappointment was caught by Xi Muqiao. He slightly raised his eyebrows and leaned into her ear, still wanting to continue, "It seems that you are very disappointed that I didn't continue to work here. Should we continue?"

"No need." Qiao Mu shook her head. Her left cheek accidentally scraped the edge of the blanket, causing her to gasp in pain.

"Uncle, thank you for saving me tonight, or else I'm dead for sure."

Xi Mubai cast a glance at her, his hot breath hitting her ear. There was a trace of warmth in his tone. Concealed, "If you want to thank me, just come and thank me another day."

Qiao Mu's face turned even redder as she pushed the man's head away. This damned man, she had never left that flimsy spot in three sentences.

"Abnormal!"

The man wasn't annoyed. He stroked his short black hair, raised his eyebrows, and laughed sinisterly. "Have you ever seen such a handsome pervert?"

"…"

After breakfast, the two of them had a dispute over not going to school.

Xi Muqiao insisted, "Look at your swollen head, why aren't you resting and wandering around?"

After an entire night, Qiao Mu's cheeks swelled up even more than last night. She was like a steamed bun, red and swollen with a tinge of purple. Even the food she ate made her face hurt.

She stubbornly said, "I'm not just messing around. I want to go to class. I didn't ask for a leave of absence for the teacher."

"I'll invite them for you!"

"How do you want to get a leave of absence? You brought a bunch of lackeys and slammed their weapons on the teacher's table. Are you sure Qiao Mu wants to apply for leave?"

This little bastard, his sharp tongue, was about to anger him to death.

"If you dare to leave today, I'll immediately sell you out!"

Tears welled up in her eyes. She was afraid of this, but this damned man had used this to threaten her.

"Don't cry, the medicine on your face has all been washed away. I'll treat you if you're fake."

Qiao Mu didn't know how Xi Muqiao had applied for a leave of absence. She didn't even tell him his teacher's cell number, but the teacher called him to inquire about it and even consoled him.

Qiao Mu looked at the tall figure by the window and thought to herself that this man seemed to be omnipotent. At this moment, she felt that she also had someone backing her.

After Xi Muqiao finished smoking, he took out a dark blue tie from his luggage and tied it around his neck. Then, he put on his coat. His shoes were shiny and his pants were straight.

"I'm going to work, so you should just stay on the bed. Remember to take your medicine on time, Zuo Zhen will bring you lunch at noon. If I find out that you sneaked out, I'll break your legs."

"Oh."

Qiao Mu held her chin in one hand as she stared blankly at Xi Muqiao. She really couldn't understand the current underworld. Not only were they dressed decently, they were even wearing a tie and went to work in a beautiful manner!

Selling it to him wasn't as bad as he had imagined. On the contrary, his days were even more comfortable than before, and Qiao Mu felt that this was probably the most fortunate thing she had ever been through all these years, other than being adopted by her mother.

Seeing that Xi Muqiao was about to leave, Qiao Mu mustered her courage and blurted out.

"Uncle."

Xi Muqiao turned around. "Hm?"

Qiao Mu's face was flushed red as she stuttered as she spoke.

"You, be careful while you work. Don't foolishly charge forward, just take command."

Little Rascal's words made his heart warm. His hand gripped the doorknob, maintaining the posture of opening the door. His gaze was gentle as he looked at Qiao Mu who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa and twisting the corner of her clothes. Her voice was soft.

"Alright!"