Chapter 32: Uncle, don’t you sell me.

Xi Muqiao coveted looking at Qiao Mu's expressive little face, the thin eyebrows picking the old high, a bit of painful look, as if the injury was in her hand.
He deliberately said, "I hang up, our contract is abolished, and you are free."
That is to say, but Joe Mu really did not have this idea at the moment, do not know why, she actually began to care about him.
She didn't want to hang up, but I didn't want to do it at all.
Qiao Mu looked down at the wound. "I, I don't want Uncle to hang up..."
Xi Muqiao smiled, not smiling, but grinning, revealing neat white teeth. The heavy haze that haunts the morning is also swept away by the words of Qiao Mu.
Unfortunately, Qiao Mu lowered his head and did not see the man's surprise as a smile.
"Uncle, are you still injured elsewhere?" Qiao Mu asked.
"No."
Qiao Mu red face, small hand holding Xi Muqiao's big hand, small mouth close, gently blowing into the wound, "I blow you, when my father hit me, my mother just blows me this, blowing After that, it will not hurt."
When Qiao Mu was beaten by his adoptive father, Xi Muqiao knew it.
Listening to her saying this, Xi Muqiao’s heart suddenly felt a pain, and the voice became more gentle.
Hungry, hungry, take you to lunch?

Qiao Mu licked his mouth and glanced at Xi Muqiao. The face of the goods was really fast, and it looked like a moment.
"Of course, hungry, uncle, this is more than twelve o'clock. You didn't hear me yelling at the stomach just now. Hurry, you have to take care of the meal. If you starve to death, you will lose five million."
The car is running smoothly.
Qiao Mu leaned back on the back of the chair and looked at Xi Muqiao's head in the cab. The index finger tapped his chin. She always felt that today's uncle is weird, but she can't say where it is.
Thinking before thinking, the little brain is thinking of a possibility, shaking three times in an instant, "big... Uncle, are you going to sell me to someone else?"
Xi Muqiao glanced at the little with a panic in the rearview mirror. He wondered, "Why would you think so?"
"You are too abnormal today, gentle to die, and pick me up for lunch. You usually don't like this. I beg you, don't sell me, I don't do well, you say, I change it. Not?"
Said to let her warm the bed, she also warmed up!
Xi Muqiao took a slap in the mouth. This little is really big. This can be thought of. If she is not happy with her, she likes to be abused.
Seeing that the man did not speak, Qiao Mu took his own thoughts and squatted on the back of the driver's seat, squatting on the sleeves of Xi Muqiao, his eyes flustered, and the cry in his voice was crying:
"Uncle, don't sell me, I want to follow you. If you let me do something in the future, what can I do? Can't you do it? You let me warm the bed, I will warm the bed, I will be embarrassed!"
Xi Muqiao glanced at the rearview mirror and looked at the little face that began to cry. His eyes fell on the eyebrows. Xi Muqiao smiled innocently. "Sit well and put your eyebrows on."
Qiao Mu quickly sat down, and he was sitting in a dangerous situation, so that he couldn’t help but he couldn’t help but he would put on such a small teasing.
"Who told you that I want to sell you, I think about it all day, I can't do it for you. I still have to slap you both day and kick your feet. Are you comfortable?"
"Don't you..." Joe Mu's little head was shaken and rattled.