C16

Just as Mu Qiqi finished her stuttering speech, a reserved man who was clearly sitting on the sofa a second ago had unknowingly already walked in front of her.

His entire body was covered with a cold aura, and his eyes were staring at her, emitting enough light to "kill" her.

This scared Mu Qiqi so much that she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the door handle.

"Err … if Mr. Mo doesn't want to eat, then I'll go accompany the young master …"

With such a powerful aura surrounding her, Mu Qiqi felt that if she didn't leave now, she would most likely suffocate.

He turned around and wanted to escape, but his slender wrist was forcefully pulled.

She subconsciously pinched her delicate face, wanting to break free from the man's restraints.

However, she didn't expect the man to have such frightening strength. The more she struggled, the tighter she was held.

"Mr. Mo, you're hurting me!"

Although she wasn't some young miss who didn't touch the Yang Spring Water with her fingers, she was still delicate and tender. With such a rough tug from him, her fair and tender wrist immediately turned red, and she felt as if her skin was about to be torn off by him.

A vicious gaze swept across her innocent face as she bluntly said, "Woman, I advise you to recognize your position and not try to take advantage of this situation!"

"I didn't …" Mu Qiqi was stifled. What had she shown him that made him want to take advantage of her?

"You still say that?" Her piercing gaze stared straight at her slightly unhappy eyebrows. Every part of her handsome face made clear her dislike for her. And then even more humiliating words came out of the man's mouth, "Not only did you throw yourself into his arms, now you're pretending to be virtuous? Woman, do you really think that you can fly on a branch and become a phoenix as long as you stay behind? "

"Let me tell you, you are just a servant that I hired to take care of young master. As for the rest, I advise you to save it!"

Mu Qiqi bit her lips until her lips turned slightly white, and her lowered eyes hid all sorts of emotions. After a long while, she finally spat out a few words, "Mr. Mo, please be at ease. From the moment I signed the contract, I already knew my identity.

"Also, your dishes are not my type!"

Gently retracting her gaze and suppressing her heart-piercing emotions, the corner of Mu Qi's mouth held a smile as she said these words.

Her dark and deep eyes slightly narrowed, the expression on her face became even more sinister as Mu Qiqi powerfully said those words.

The phrase 'your type is not my dish' is particularly harsh.

How many women in the city wanted to climb into his bed?

How many women saw him as their husband?

But what did this woman just say?

Not her dish?

The hand holding her wrist couldn't help but use force. With a fierce tug, he pressed Mu Qi Qi against the chilly wall. The back of Mu Qi, who was wearing a thin layer of clothes, heavily collided against it. She was caught off guard by the pain and was about to cry.

"Hiss ~" She wrinkled her brows and instinctively inhaled a breath of cold air. Just as she was about to speak up, both her arms were raised above her head.

This kind of close-by distance made Mu Qiqi's small heart beat wildly without control.

She didn't dare to look at the man's eyes because she could clearly feel the icy coldness radiating from his upper body. It felt like it could freeze her into ice every second.

But why was the air that sprayed onto her face so hot?