200. Chapter 199 Will I Get Pregnant If I Don’t Pretend? One
The telephone pole uncle frowned coldly and said displeasedly: "Son, you don't know how to do business."
Child? Jiang Tingsheng's mouth trembled slightly and his face looked ugly. He held Mu Mu's shoulders with his hands and did not intend to let go. He raised his chin to demonstrate with the telephone pole man.
He was now young and energetic, frivolous and frivolous, so naturally he couldn't stand the provocation of others. Mu Mu was afraid of causing trouble, so she tiptoed and whispered a few words in his ear.
Then she pushed him away with a smile, twisted her waist and walked to the telephone pole uncle.
Jiang Tingsheng looked at the smile on Mu Mu's face with doubt, and there was no trace of fear or nervousness in her expression and eyes.
Is it true?
Mu Mu entered the box No. 1, and the telephone pole man closed the door of the box behind him.
Walking to the sofa, he bent down like a gentleman and invited Mu Mu to sit down.
The short, fat man stared at Mu Mu's chest with squinting eyes, which made Mu Mu feel hairy and wanted to lift his leg to give him a kick.
She sat down about one and a half meters away from the short, fat man.
The room is large and the sofa is soft.
There were drinks and cigarettes on the coffee table. She looked around the room and then landed on the telephone pole uncle sitting next to her. "My English is not good."
Mu Mu curled her lips and smiled lazily and sexyly.
The telephone pole uncle poured Mu Mu a glass of wine and handed it to her, "It doesn't matter."
He speaks and behaves like a gentleman.
Mu Mu took the wine, and the telephone pole uncle was eager to clink glasses with her. She shook her head and said with a smile: "I'm allergic to alcohol, please let me know."
Basically, I spelled out the sentences based on the word memory in my mind. The words were very stiff and the pronunciation was not very standard.
Afraid that he wouldn't understand, she pointed at her face and drew for a while.
The man on the telephone pole understood what she meant, nodded and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter."
He took a sip himself and kept his eyes on Mu Mu, "What's your name?"
Mu Mu replied: "Mu Guiying."
"Mu-gui-ying?" The man on the telephone pole read out these three words with great difficulty.
Yes, Mu Guiying, if you dare to touch me, I will stab you to death with a spear.
"What's your name?"
"Jam!" the telephone pole man replied.
He put down the wine glass and picked up the iron cigarette case on the coffee table, took out a cigarette and handed it to Mu Mu, "Please."
This was to force a good girl into prostitution. One day, she was made to drink, and the other time, she was made to smoke. Mu Mu took the cigarette and put it between her lips.
The man on the telephone pole helped her light the fire.
The first time I smoked, I took a shallow puff. What appeared in my mind was the image of Lu Yifan smoking in front of her every time. She imitated his movements and expressions and exhaled the smoke.
It really feels a little bit like that.
"Haha" the short and fat man next to him suddenly laughed twice in a very crude and indecent way, which scared Mu Mu so much that he almost shook the cigarette out of his hand.
He turned around and glared at the short fat man. Why was he smiling? He was smiling so ugly.
The short, fat man moved to Mu Mu and raised his head to touch her thigh. Mu Mu, with quick eyes and quick hands, picked up a glass of wine from the coffee table and handed it to him, smiling charmingly: "Brother, drink."
"Thank you, thank you." The short fat man smiled and narrowed his eyes, looking as vulgar as he wanted.
Suddenly, the man on the telephone pole reached out and grabbed the small bag on Mu Mu's shoulder, "I'll hang your bag for you."
Mu Mu hurriedly covered the bag with both hands, shook his head and replied: "No, there is money in my bag, a lot of money, I'm afraid of losing it."
