Chapter 31 The hateful man is... what is the sound? Why does it make people tremble physically and mentally when hearing it in a dream? Kitten? Who is the kitten? The masters? Who are the masters?
Xia Cao was nervous. She didn't seem to expect that even when she was asleep, she would hear such a frightening voice. Her delicate and beautiful eyebrows wrinkled again and again, and finally she slowly opened her empty and soulless eyes uncomfortably.
big eyes……
"Uh..." When she saw Mo Mi's charming face, she trembled and trembled. She turned her head and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Ouyang Nuo and Jiang Han sitting on the sofa. They felt fatally uncomfortable all over their bodies.
He quickly grabbed the sheets and moved towards the corner where he could no longer retreat, shouting at them hoarsely, "You are beasts, get out, get out..."
Mo Mi still smiled softly, "Haha..." Putting down his noble feet, he stood handsomely in front of her, looked at her condescendingly, and said softly: "Little kitten, why are you so excited when you see the master coming?
What? Be quiet, maybe we, as hosts, will give you some canned fish."
"Get out... get out..." She didn't want to listen. She held back her tears and yelled hoarsely with her twisted pale face, "Get out... you are absolute beasts. I hate you..."
Her mood fluctuated so much that Jiang Hane sighed, "Uh!" He frowned, took out a cigarette and lit it coolly, exhaled the smoke coolly, and said impatiently: "Mi, Nuo,
Come on, I'm not here to listen to her scolding."
Ouyang Nuo seemed to be a little unhappy because of her hoarse scolding. He looked up at her in the corner and spoke seriously, "Your father called today to ask how you were doing and to give you some advice.
You should take good care of yourself when you are out alone and don't catch a cold..."
Dad? You should take good care of yourself when you are out alone? Don’t catch a cold?
After hearing these words, Xia Cao calmed down.
She knew that this was what her father often said to her over and over again on the phone. Her big, blank eyes blinked in confusion, she quietly shed a tear, and looked at Ouyang Nuo with eyes that alternated between despair and hope.
Ouyang Nuo happily met her eyes, and continued a little gently: "They are very happy that you can resign and go home to reunite with them. We will bless you and hope that you can go home happily."
She had nothing to say. Her dry mouth moved and then closed helplessly. Her long eyelashes were trembling and wet, and she was thinking about something anxiously...
Perhaps, what I am thinking about is hope.
Mo Mi was a little surprised that Ouyang Nuo could say these words to calm her down. He smiled elegantly, squatted down, took out a contract, looked at her pale face, and asked softly: "Do you want to get rid of the seller?"
,Is it the crime and fate of a prostitute? Huh?"
Selling prostitutes?
Well, Xia Cao hated this word very much. She raised her eyelids and looked at his fox-like handsome face with repulsion and disgust. She corrected her hoarsely and resolutely: "I am not a prostitute."
Mo Mi smiled and said, "You are. Don't forget that night, I completely favored you and gave you a lot of money that is higher than your salary in several years."
"No..." Her heart ached so much, and she shook her head vigorously, as if she wanted to shake away what happened that night, "I'm not a prostitute, I... don't care about your dirty money.
…”
Seeing her shaking her head like a rattle, Mo Mi did not press her to admit it. After a moment of silence, she said softly: "If you give me back the money, I will treat it as a couple that night."
The love between you and me is consensual, so I don’t think you are a prostitute, and I will go to the judge to plead for mercy and let you go."