C45

Xi Muqiao raised the cigarette to his lips and sucked in a breath of smoke with narrowed eyes. The smoke did not reach his lungs and slowly seeped out from his lips.

"Twenty."

"Is that for real? Look at how inexperienced he looks. He's only 16 or 17 years old. Daxi, look, isn't he inexperienced?"

Southern Lymo took over Xi Muqiao's marriage certificate. Indeed, the little girl looked very young, so if he didn't say anything, it would be hard to guess that he was already twenty years old.

"Sigh, I was just a little tender grass, yet I was bitten by an old cow like Mu Qiao. What a pity!"

Just as he finished speaking, he raised his head and saw a wine cup flying over from the other side. He tilted his head and the wine cup grazed his ear as it flew over, followed by a crisp breaking sound.

Ji Nou still had some lingering fear in his heart as he patted his chest. He turned around to look at the wine cup that was already a pile of debris. It was so close, he almost had his head blown off.

"F * ck, Mu Qiao, compensate me with a glass of wine. It's a crystal, 50,000 yuan each. I'll charge you the money directly."

When Xi Muqiao remained silent, the aura surrounding him was very gloomy and cold, causing one to unconsciously shudder in fear. However, this kind of aura had no effect on the talkative Ji Congee.

We even thought that you were destined to be a lonely man your entire life. Yet you broke the virginity without making a sound and then silently broke the marriage knot. Mu Qiao, you're going to give birth to a child without making a sound next time.

Ji Su pouted as he looked at the silent Xi Muqiao. He was just teasing him. Looking at his sinister appearance, he felt really uncomfortable.

With a swoosh, a cigarette butt flew over. Ji Ye had already prepared himself and dodged to the side. Then, the cigarette butt landed on the luxurious leather sofa, instantly burning a small hole. The smell of burnt hair permeated the air.

Ji Ye felt his heart ache. He hurriedly crushed his cigarette, 'Damn it!' Was it easy for him? He comforted her with good intentions and even poured some stuff inside.

"Imported genuine leather sofa made from Italian leather. 200,000 RMB, it's on your account now."

Xi Muqiao lifted his eyelids and spoke in an indifferent tone.

"So noisy!"

"F * ck!"

Ji Shou felt that he had been wronged, and had spent so much effort to be ignored.

South Lymo put down his marriage certificate and flicked a cigarette at Simujo, his voice just as quiet.

"Isn't this what you've been looking forward to for so many years? What are you worrying about?"

Xi Muqiao fidgeted and stroked his short hair. He pursed his lips and put the cigarette in his mouth, but did not light it.

At first, he was angry, but now that he had calmed down and thought about it, it wasn't a big deal.

If Little Rascal wanted to pay her, then let her pay. If it wanted to take the ninety-one dollar, then let her take it. If it wanted to divorce, then he could just ignore it.

The more he thought about it, the more restless he became. It was already 2 in the afternoon. He wondered if Little Rascal had eaten yet.

"I must be very happy to register to get married. It's just that something small happened and it made me a little unhappy."

South of Mo Long crossed his legs, and his thin lips curved slightly.

"Did you lose your temper at sister-in-law?"

"Right."

Hearing this, Ji Shou couldn't stop talking. He patted the table with a pained expression on his face. "Why are you so worried?"

"Whenever you get angry, your entire person will be like a flaming dragon. Your men can't even take it. Sister-in-law is just a tiny little girl, and with a roar from you, she'll be scared out of her wits!"

"I didn't yell at her."

"Then what did you do to her?"

Xi Muqiao's eyeballs moved and he rubbed his glabella. His voice was soft and had a headache.

"I threw money at her."

Ji Ye: "…"

Nanlin Mo also looked over and frowned. He didn't expect Xi Muqiao to do such a thing.

After opening his mouth for a long time, Ji Su slowly spoke.

"Why don't you yell at her for a bit? You're finished with Mu Qiao. With my understanding of women, this is a huge insult to them. Little Sister-in-law will definitely be very upset. Don't even think about getting married tonight."

He picked up his coat, hung it by his arm, picked up the marriage certificate from the table, and headed for the door.

"What are you doing?"

Xi Muqiao did not turn around. "Go home."

"Hey, this guy, he called us out and ran off on his own, do you think that it's possible that Mu Qiao found little sister-in-law? Why are we still alone?"

Southern Viewing Mo drooped his eyes and didn't say anything. He gently shook his wine cup and watched as the wine within caused layer after layer of ripples to appear on the glass wall.

He suddenly thought of a beautiful little face, like a little wild cat. Sometimes gentle and sometimes spoiled, sometimes cold and sometimes hot.

Simujo tossed his coat into the passenger seat and leaned back in his chair. He took out his cell phone, which he now desperately wanted to call Little Rascal, but when he thought of Little Rascal's divorce, he threw it aside.

He coldly snorted. He had decided that he would properly let this little bastard go and deal with that unruly brat of hers. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it in the future.

He took out his marriage certificate and opened it to look at their photo together. He was dressed in a suit and a white sweater. The two of them weren't dressed in the same way, but their smiles were as smooth as the wind, and the corners of their lips were raised high.

He stared at the little picture for a long time, unable to tear his eyes away, his heart filled with joy. He had thought about it for more than a dozen years, and now that it was true, Little Rascal had finally become his wife.

He tapped his index finger on Qiao Mu's delicate face in the photo. His voice was filled with a thick love.

"Little bastard, your temper is quite big!"

Knock, knock. Someone knocked on the window. Xi Muqiao turned around and lowered the window.

"Brother Mu Qiao."

The delicate and pretty face of the woman outside the car window appeared in front of him. With a smile that seemed to be on her face and a lively and spirited air, Xi Muqiao's eyes slightly moved as he spoke in an indifferent tone.

"Face."

In the car, Xi Muqiao turned the heat up and turned his head to look at the little face that was smiling at him, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

"Alone?"

Mo Lian shook her head as she fiddled with the decorations in the car. Her palm-sized face was full of excitement and her pair of big eyes were full of spirit.

"I just happened to see your car."

Looking at those intelligent eyes, he suddenly thought of Little Rascal's eyes. However, those eyes were filled with the stubbornness of a stubborn person.

As Mo Yan was shaking his head, a bruise flashed across Xi Muqiao's eyes. With a glance, he noticed that the bruise on her face was quite sudden. His heart shrunk, but no waves appeared on his face as he calmly asked.

"How is it with Mucher?"

"Very, very good."

The pair of big eyes that were looking straight into Xi Muqiao's eyes involuntarily shifted to the side when they heard Xi Muqiao's question.