It turned out that the first time she met Les, she actually had feelings for him...
The man who had always been a germaphobe, when everyone was stunned, patted the head of the little girl on the ground, and then asked with rare patience and gentleness: "What is your name?"
Little Mojiu opened his mouth, but found that he had lost his voice because of fear and not eating or drinking water for a day and a night.
She wanted to tell this beautiful uncle that her name was Mo Jiu, and he could call her Xiao Jiu affectionately, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't say anything, so Xiao Mo Jiu turned her head awkwardly and ignored him.
Brother Ying smiled at the side and said: "Les, are you... no longer mysophobic? Or are you looking at the little guy? I just said that you have been so clean and self-sufficient for so many years, so you are so good at it! You are really good at it!
His grandfather, like those nobles in ancient China, actually likes to molest children! Haha, but Les, this girl is so young, how can you do it? Hahaha!"
Brother Ying's words once again aroused smiles from everyone around him.
Les stood up unhurriedly, and with a quick glance, the whole place fell silent again.
Brother Ying was a little embarrassed. He waved his hand with a straight face, and a dozen or so people around him rushed over, "Les, what do you mean? Come to my place to find trouble? Aren't you afraid that Mr. Xu will cause trouble for you?"
After hearing the words Mr. Xu, Rice finally said slowly, "Of course I'm afraid."
His voice was gorgeous and pleasant, clearly laziness, but also cold, making people feel careless.
Even when he said such embarrassing and scary words, people only felt pleasant and indifferent.
Yes, it is indifference.
It is a kind of indifference that overlooks the world and does not put anything in the eyes.
Brother Ying was choked by his admission. He choked for a long time before finally speaking again: "Mr. Xu left this matter to me, and it is my own business. Les, are you too damned?"
Are you meddling? If it's okay, leave quickly. If you like such a beautiful child's finger, cut it off and I'll send it to you."
At this point, Brother Ying was convinced again, "Lais, why do we all belong to the 3K? We don't care about Zeng's face, we only care about Buddha's face. For the sake of Mr. Xu, shouldn't you also get out of the way? Don't delay.
I'm doing business. Or should I say that you won't give Mr. Xu any face?"
Little Mojiu only felt that Les was her only salvation at the moment. She stared at this angel with wide eyes, hoping that he could compete with the so-called "Mr. Xu" demon and rescue her.
But the angel replied: "Of course not."
Xiao Mojiu instantly felt that the world had collapsed.
Brother Ying was immediately proud, "Then get out of the way. I want to interrogate this bitch quickly. The sooner we know the whereabouts of the list, the better."
Les glanced at Mo Jiu again, not seeing Mo Jiayi who was also frightened in the corner, and shook his head, "No."
Brother Ying was angry, "Les, what do you mean?"
Rice said, "Literally, I will give Mr. Xu some face, but I can't get out of the way and let you bully her."
Brother Ying was even more angry, "You...why are you so unreasonable?! Why did you do this? Or, you are simply a spy of China!"
Les took his fingers out of his pocket, lit a cigarette gracefully, and said slowly: "She is my daughter."...
