Chapter 343: Touched his reverse scale

The people on the side suddenly laughed. "Haha, you guys/people, you know that you like men. Did you still like this tender?"
The wretched man laughed again. "The tenderness is enough."
Xi Muqiao's vigilant retreat, but behind the pillars, he has nowhere to hide.
"Mom /, I know this before, it is better to let you cool when you just got it, haha."
Another dialect accent, screaming, "cao, don't play too much, kill us, but we can't get a penny!"
The skinny man groaned, "Mom /, afraid of anything, barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes, we got these two little scorpions in the snow and ice, can't sleep well, the total taste is not sweet. ""
"Cut, Zhao Wu, you think that you like shang man like you, I like women, but the chick is half dead."
"If you like it, come on. If you have grown up so big, you haven’t seen men and men. Look at this little bitch. The rich people are not the same, they are fine and tender."
The juvenile clung to the lower lip, which was already unconscious, and the hazy eyes stared coldly at the man in front of him.
The man named Zhao Wu’s rough fingers were pinched on the boy’s chin and shouted,
Mom/, what do you look at, I will make you comfortable in a while!

The person next to him started to squat again, "Come on!"
"Which special action can you hurry, brothers waiting to watch the show!"
Zhao Wu laughed again and licked his hand. "What are you in a hurry? I can't let me do it in the snow."
When he finished, he took the boy's clothes and dragged him to the mat.
The next person laughed again. "Hey, what are you special about?"
The man’s already begun to solve the juvenile’s belt, but the front and the hands were tied, and the frozen body was already numb, and there was no chance of rebellion.
Just when he thought it was hard to escape...
"What are you doing?"
The man who solved his belt was dragged to the back and then was taken to the side.
"Why do you know who he is, dare to be such a young master!" The man headed by him squatted on Zhao Wu’s stomach and Zhao Wu’s pig-like roar rang.
He stretched his head and looked at it. It was his four bodyguards.
The group of people took a sip. "There are so few people who are here to install people. You brought people out!"
"As for your scum, you are not worthy of our young master!"
Zhao Wu was beaten, his accomplices were not happy, and his sleeves were going to be on, how can some stinking hooligans compare to professionally trained bodyguards and be instantly knocked down to the ground.
Several bodyguards quickly hugged Xi Muyan to the cotton pad, and the headed bodyguard raised Simucho, shaking his hand to buckle the belt for him.
"Young Master, I am sorry, I know that we are damn, but we have no way. The whole family's life is pinched in the hands of others. We are not thin, we have made such a thing that is not as good as pigs and dogs. We must replace them in the next life. You are a cow."
After that, several bodyguards crouched down and slammed three heads against Xi Muqiao.
The next time, the four bodyguards did not dare to leave, stayed next to the Xi Muqiao brothers and sisters, and replaced them with their dry coats.
They opened the rope, and around it, Xi Muqiao did not have the strength to escape.
Next, the boy just held his sister tightly in his arms, and the delicate little face was tight and he did not say a word.
Finally, after two long hours, the seat has finally arrived.
But no one expected that the phone would ring when they were on their side.
"What, Jingjing entered the emergency room, well, I am right." He glanced at the box in his hand. "I have money, I have money!"
The seat was stunned by a pair of children who were wounded, and their fists were tight and their faces were struggling.
Finally, he opened his mouth. "I can't give you this money. I will let the family send the money again."
Xi Muqiao’s nephew dimmed a bit, and he took a step back with disbelief. The hoarseness of the scorpion was like sand.
Dad--

The phone rang again, and Xi Xiqiao looked at Xi Muqiao. His face was full of enthusiasm. "Mu Qiao, you will be fine."
He meditated in his heart, and he had already ambushed people outside...
"Seat, Road, Cheng!" The cold voice squeezed out from the teeth of the juvenile bite.
The man in front of the footsteps, after all, left.
In the end, the rescuers arrived, and the juvenile face was gray, and a pair of black scorpions were completely dull.
Xi Muqiao did not let anyone help, he was cold-cast, and he was holding a comatose sister, who was injured and stepped into the ambulance.
Because of this, the family was in chaos, the old man fell ill, and the grandson was seriously injured. He needed a psychiatrist. So, the old lady personally ordered the trip to attend the home...
After listening to it, Qiao Mu has burst into tears.
She choked and asked, "So, is the second kid who kidnapped you?"
Xi Muqiao was stiff and nodded.
For fourteen years, this is the first time he has told people about what happened at that time. The thorn that is deeply buried in the bottom of his heart has begun to poke from the bottom of his heart. The scar that has not yet healed has been uncovered. Bloody.
When Joe Mu took his hand, he realized that his big hand was cold.
She suddenly thought that Grandma had said that Xi Muqiao was a poor child, and he had problems in his mind...
She called him gently, "Sim Muo."
The man touched his face and pulled his lips stiffly. "I'm fine."
She can feel the slight tremor/shake of his body.
Upon seeing it, Qiao Mu’s heart was broken.
It has always been light and windy, and it can be like Superman's Xi Muqiao, and some of the weakest places.
She really can't imagine that a teenager, to protect his sister, was beaten, humiliated, insulted, mentally devastated, and suffered from his father's abandonment.
She was half squatting, holding his cold body, his cheeks pressed against his cheeks. "It's okay, you have me, you have grandma, mom, words, and Muche."
The man was speechless and buried in her neck.
Suddenly, Joe Mu shook, she felt the warmth in her neck.
He cried……
Qiao Mu's heart is like a thousand needles, a dense poke, the pain of a thin, a heart is sad to die.
When a man looks up, he can only see that the eye is red.
He took her little face and kissed her mouth. "Not too early, I go to wash, Mu Mu sleeps first."
Qiao Mu held his big hand in the backhand, and the and white eyes were filled with Yingying Miize. "I am waiting for you."
"it is good!"
When I was sleeping, it was close to two in the morning. Xi Muqiao didn't have any drowsiness. The little woman in her arms also slept unsteadily, constantly turning over, frowning, and talking in her sleep.
There was no class in the morning, and the three girls did not have chuang. When Xi Mu Qiaotian was bright, he was sleepy. He held Joe Mu to make up for the morning.
He has already decided.
There is really no need to be merciful to the second uncle.
He touched his reverse scale...