Xi Muqiao looked down on Qiao Mu’s expressive face—she raised her thin eyebrows high and looked like she was very painful as if the wound was in her hands.
He said deliberately, “If I died, our contract will be invalidated, and you will be free.”
It was logically so, but this thought didn’t obsess Qiao Mu at this moment. She didn’t know why she should start to care about him.
She didn’t want him to die. Although she wanted that before, she didn’t want that at all at the moment.
Qiao Mu lowered her head and looked down on the wound, “Mister, I, I don’t want you to die…”
Xi Muqiao laughed, not smiled, but grinned, showing his white even teeth. And the depression lingering around his heart was swept away by Qiao Mu’s words.
It was a pity that Qiao Mu was lowering her head and didn’t see the man’s happy smile.
“Mister, do you have any other injuries?” Qiao Mu asked again, with concern.
“No.”
Qiao Mu, blushing, held Xi Muqiao’s big hands with her little hands, and her small mouth approached his wound and blow on it lightly, “Let me blow on it for you. When I was a little girl, every time my dad hit me, my mom would do this for me. And after that, I would get rid of the pain.”
Xi Muqiao knew that Qiao Mu was often beaten and scolded by her adoptive father.
So, hearing she mentioned that, Xi Muqiao suddenly felt a pain in his heart; and then his voice became more gentle, “Are you hungry? Take you to lunch?”
Qiao Mu curled her lips and glared at Xi Muqiao, ‘How could this bastard’s face kept changing so fast!’
“Of course, I’m hungry. Mister, twelve o’clock has already passed! Didn’t you hear my stomach rumbling? Hurry up! You must take me to lunch! If I starved to death, you will loss five million yuan!”
The car run steadily.
While Xi Muqiao was driving the car, Qiao Mu leaned against the back of the seat and looked at the back side of his head, with her forefinger touching her chin lightly. She felt Mister was weird that day, but she couldn’t figure out why.
After thinking it over, a possible reason suddenly occurred to Qiao Mu’s little brain; and then she trembled at once, “Mis…Mister, are you going to sell me to the other one?”
Xi Muqiao glanced at the little bastard, her face full of panic, through the rearview mirror, wondering, “Why do you think so?”
“You are so weird today—you are so gentle, and you should come here to pick me up for lunch—that’s not what you usually do at ordinary times. I beg you, please don’s sell me. If I did something wrong, please tell me, and I’ll do better next time, OK?”
‘You asked me to warm bed for you, and I have already done it for you!’
Xi Muqiao twitched the corners of his mouth, ‘The little bastard really has rich imagination! How could she think of these things? I’m nice to her, but she doesn’t like it? Then, she only likes to be abused?’
Seeing the man didn’t reply, Qiao Mu firmly believed her thought. She bent over the back of the driver’s seat, pulled Xi Muqiao’s sleeves, with her eyes full of panic, and entreated in a tearful voice:
“Mister, please don’t sell me. I only want to follow you. I will do everything you demand me to do, Ok? If you asked me to warm bed for you, I will do it as you demand! I promise I will definitely be a good girl!”
Xi Muqiao threw a glance at the rearview mirror and saw the melancholy little face. His eyes landed on her slanted eyebrows; then Xi Muqiao smiled unkindly, “Sit back, and rub your eyebrows.”
Qiao Mu sat well back hastily—she sat up straight and looked serious, which made Xi Muqiao couldn’t help laughing, ‘How could he meet such a little fool?’
“Who told you that I planned to sell you? What are you thinking about all day long? Can’t I be good to you? Will you feel comfortable, if I slapped you in the face and kicked you?
“No, no…” Qiao Mu’s little head shook like a rattle.
Xi Muqiao looked down on Qiao Mu’s expressive face—she raised her thin eyebrows high and looked like she was very painful as if the wound was in her hands.
He said deliberately, “If I died, our contract will be invalidated, and you will be free.”
It was logically so, but this thought didn’t obsess Qiao Mu at this moment. She didn’t know why she should start to care about him.
She didn’t want him to die. Although she wanted that before, she didn’t want that at all at the moment.
Qiao Mu lowered her head and looked down on the wound, “Mister, I, I don’t want you to die…”
Xi Muqiao laughed, not smiled, but grinned, showing his white even teeth. And the depression lingering around his heart was swept away by Qiao Mu’s words.
It was a pity that Qiao Mu was lowering her head and didn’t see the man’s happy smile.
“Mister, do you have any other injuries?” Qiao Mu asked again, with concern.
“No.”
Qiao Mu, blushing, held Xi Muqiao’s big hands with her little hands, and her small mouth approached his wound and blow on it lightly, “Let me blow on it for you. When I was a little girl, every time my dad hit me, my mom would do this for me. And after that, I would get rid of the pain.”
Xi Muqiao knew that Qiao Mu was often beaten and scolded by her adoptive father.
So, hearing she mentioned that, Xi Muqiao suddenly felt a pain in his heart; and then his voice became more gentle, “Are you hungry? Take you to lunch?”
Qiao Mu curled her lips and glared at Xi Muqiao, ‘How could this bastard’s face kept changing so fast!’
“Of course, I’m hungry. Mister, twelve o’clock has already passed! Didn’t you hear my stomach rumbling? Hurry up! You must take me to lunch! If I starved to death, you will loss five million yuan!”
The car run steadily.
While Xi Muqiao was driving the car, Qiao Mu leaned against the back of the seat and looked at the back side of his head, with her forefinger touching her chin lightly. She felt Mister was weird that day, but she couldn’t figure out why.
After thinking it over, a possible reason suddenly occurred to Qiao Mu’s little brain; and then she trembled at once, “Mis…Mister, are you going to sell me to the other one?”
Xi Muqiao glanced at the little bastard, her face full of panic, through the rearview mirror, wondering, “Why do you think so?”
“You are so weird today—you are so gentle, and you should come here to pick me up for lunch—that’s not what you usually do at ordinary times. I beg you, please don’s sell me. If I did something wrong, please tell me, and I’ll do better next time, OK?”
‘You asked me to warm bed for you, and I have already done it for you!’
Xi Muqiao twitched the corners of his mouth, ‘The little bastard really has rich imagination! How could she think of these things? I’m nice to her, but she doesn’t like it? Then, she only likes to be abused?’
Seeing the man didn’t reply, Qiao Mu firmly believed her thought. She bent over the back of the driver’s seat, pulled Xi Muqiao’s sleeves, with her eyes full of panic, and entreated in a tearful voice:
“Mister, please don’t sell me. I only want to follow you. I will do everything you demand me to do, Ok? If you asked me to warm bed for you, I will do it as you demand! I promise I will definitely be a good girl!”
Xi Muqiao threw a glance at the rearview mirror and saw the melancholy little face. His eyes landed on her slanted eyebrows; then Xi Muqiao smiled unkindly, “Sit back, and rub your eyebrows.”
Qiao Mu sat well back hastily—she sat up straight and looked serious, which made Xi Muqiao couldn’t help laughing, ‘How could he meet such a little fool?’
“Who told you that I planned to sell you? What are you thinking about all day long? Can’t I be good to you? Will you feel comfortable, if I slapped you in the face and kicked you?
“No, no…” Qiao Mu’s little head shook like a rattle.
