C13 Opinion

Warm chuang?

Qiao Mu abruptly raised his head to look at the man's noble and cold handsome face. His small face was filled with shock. His small red lips slightly opened as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The heck! This old man was not only an old scoundrel, but also an old man that didn't care. Qiao Mu gave this old scoundrel a middle finger in his heart.

As the head of an underworld gang, he was still so good-looking. As long as he waved his hand, the women who wanted to give him warmth wouldn't be able to rush over in such a large group.

Why did he have to take her? Although she knew her figure was good and her looks were good, she was still so young. Could it be that this young and peerless beauty would be ruined by an old man?

"Have you decided yet? My time is limited, I can't afford to waste it here with you."

Qiao Mu gritted her teeth. Since it was already so late, how could she not consider it? She resolutely nodded her head.

"Okay, okay, okay, sign, hurry up. I'm more anxious than you. Old bastard, do you think I want to see your smelly face?"

Surprisingly, Xi Muqiao wasn't angry. He calmly took the phone from the table beside him, tapped it with his slender fingers and dialed, "Send the item over. Immediately."

Qiao Mu had been scheming something in her heart, thinking of something like saying that you have no proof and that you won't admit it even if you die.

However, the moment he mentioned the contract, all of his schemes were immediately shattered by the man. His small face was filled with grief and determination.

Who would have thought that in the enlightened twenty-first century, someone would be willing to sell himself to someone, and even that person was himself!

After knocking on the door a few times, the door was pushed open. Zuo Zhen walked in with a file bag in his hand. He bowed to the man respectfully and didn't call for the CEO. He put down his stuff and walked out without saying a word.

Qiao Mu looked at the clean and tidy suit with an expressionless face as it walked past her. Her small face was full of questions. She raised her hand to stroke her chin and couldn't help but think.

Everyone in the underworld was like this right now. It was one thing for this old man to dress in such a proper manner, even his subordinates were all dressed in suits and shoes. They were all extremely proper people.

The most important thing was that they were all extremely handsome. The last time she was captured, the four men in black guarding her were also extremely handsome.

Previously, Qiao Mu did not believe that this was a world where one looked at one's face, but now she believed it. Even the underworld was keeping up with the times.

It seemed that he had really underestimated this old man. His underworld conduct was not just about organization and discipline.

Xi Muqiao turned around, picked up the folder, pulled out a few pages of paper and a bank card. He pushed the paper in front of Qiao Mu and held the golden bank card between his slender fingers and shook it.

"Do you see that? As long as you sign the contract, this card will be yours, and all the money in it will be yours as well. I won't interfere no matter what you want to do with it."

Xi Muqiao's voice was gentle and pleasant to hear, with a hint of seduction.

It was as if he was saying, "Sign it, sign it. Sell yourself to me. This card is your price."

Qiao Mu looked at the bank card swaying in front of his eyes. The courage he had mustered in his heart was instantly splattered into dust and crushed into pieces.

At this moment, she was despising herself. You little b * tch, can you have some ambition? But then again, this isn't the time to be full of ambition. This money was more important to her.

She took the paper from the man's hand. It was thin, but Qiao Mu felt that it weighed tens of millions. It was so heavy that she could not breathe.

The words were written in black and white, and there was a hint of coldness within them. Qiao Mu followed the lines and looked at them. Her fingertips trembled slightly.

"Stop grinding. "Crap, should I sign it or not? Who knows, I might change my mind in the next second. At that time, don't beg me while crying." Xi Muqiao pretended to be gloomy as he urged on.

"As long as I sign it, this card will be mine? "You're not lying to me, right? Let me tell you old man, if you dare lie to me, I'll poison you to death with rat poison." Qiao Mu's small face was filled with determination, his eyes glaring as he threatened.

The corner of Xi Muqiao's mouth twitched as he nodded speechlessly. That little bastard wanted to poison him to death. Let's see how he would deal with her in the future.

Seeing the man nod, Qiao Mu then picked up the pen beside him and placed it behind Party B, but he did not continue writing.

His mouth said it easily, but when he was done, Qiao Mu was unable to write out that line. The tip of the brush fell, lifted, fell, and lifted once again, leaving a little blotch on the white paper.

The ink mark seemed to be pointing at Qiao Mu's heart. As it slowly spread out, Qiao Mu's heart trembled uncontrollably.

As long as she signed it, her life would no longer belong to her. Every single strand of hair on her body would belong to this man.

But if she didn't sign it, she wouldn't have the money to operate on her mother.

"Then, in that case, I'll truly sign it. Don't regret it, it's useless even if you regret it. Black and white won't be able to escape you."

Mubai Qiao could no longer hold back her laughter. She pretended to be serious and said, "If you don't sign, then scram!"

Finally, Qiao Mu gritted his teeth and made up his mind. His small hand gripped the pen tightly as his knuckles turned green and white. He wrote his name on a piece of white paper.

Since he was young, Qiao Mu had never been as serious as he was now. Every stroke of his was like a stroke of pain to his heart.

When he finished writing, Qiao Mu slapped the pen on the table and extended his hand towards the man. He was emboldened and spoke in an impolite tone, "Damn it, you're a dead man. Finished writing, hurry up and give me the money!"

Xi Muqiao raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he pointed at the red imprint, "Press your hand!"

F * ck! Qiao Mu pursed his lips, suppressing the urge to put the red imprint on the man's face.

She had already signed and was even going to sign with her hand. How could a poor person like her be able to run away?

Is there any trust between people?

Under the roof, he had no choice but to lower his head and silently scold this damned man in his heart. However, his little hand obediently pressed down on the red handprint on his name.

I'll bear with you, old bastard. Just you wait. If she doesn't take revenge for this, then she, Qiao Mu, will not be able to live up to her name!

Xi Muqiao lowered his gaze and looked at Qiao Mu's delicate and pretty writing and the bright red handprint on the name on the paper. He nodded his head in satisfaction as a hint of happiness leaked out from his pitch-black eyes.

He took out one of them and brushed it with his slender fingers. With an evil smile, he stretched out his long arm and slapped it towards Qiao Muyue's fierce mouth. "Take this, your indenture contract."

Qiao Mu fiercely glared at the man's mischievous smile. His face was flushed red from anger and Yue Sha's mouth could not stop heaving up and down.

This old man had taken advantage of her by taking advantage of her. She could clearly feel the old man heavily hitting her twice.

"Old bastard, get lost!" This bastard! F * ck your contract! Qiao Mu impolitely slapped away the man's pig like hands while she was spitting on him. He was so angry that his eyes bulged.

Xi Mubai waved the contract in his hand and said lightly, "You're mine now, so what if I touch my own things? Do you have a problem with that?"

Qiao Mu: "…"