201. Chapter 200 Will you get pregnant if you don't pretend? Part 2
"Haha." The short, fat man laughed obscenely again, "We have money, are you still afraid that we will steal your money?"
Mu Mu nodded, "People's hearts are unpredictable. There are many scammers nowadays. I have been deceived many times."
When the short, fat man heard this, he took out a wad of money, still U.S. dollars, from a small black bag.
"Here, money."
Very rich behavior.
Mu Mu shook his head, "I don't want your money."
"Then what do you want?" the short fat man said, turning around and knocking Mu Mu down.
A pair of hands was eager to reach into Mu Mu's clothes.
"Let me go." Mu Mu shouted loudly, kicking his legs randomly.
The knee hit the short and fat man's vital part accurately, and he screamed "ah" and immediately stood up, covering his dick with both hands, his expression twisted in pain.
Mu Mu hugged her body in fear, turned to look at the telephone pole uncle, with tears in her eyes, biting her lip, "You are all bad people."
"Smelly woman, let me see if I don't kill you." The short, fat man touched the wine bottle and raised it, preparing to hit Mu Mu on the head.
The telephone pole uncle stretched out his hand to stop, "Stop."
Mu Mu hid behind the uncle on the telephone pole and pulled her clothes in fear, "Uncle, save me."
"Smelly woman." The short, fat man's face turned red with pain, and he took out a black pistol from his pocket without any hesitation.
Damn, for real, Mu Mu shrank his head in fear, "Don't kill me, don't kill me."
His voice was trembling, and his body was trembling with fear.
"Don't mess around." The telephone pole uncle warned the short fat man with anger.
The short, fat man seemed to be afraid of the telephone pole man, and he put the gun back in frustration.
He covered his dick with one hand and went out, probably to the bathroom.
The man on the telephone pole slowly turned around and met Mu Mu's sly smile, "Uncle, is this where your heart is?"
She held a gun in her hand and lowered it to the man's back. If she fired, the bullet would definitely pass through his heart.
The man on the telephone pole didn't seem surprised at all, and said calmly: "Put down the gun."
"Is it possible?" Mu Mu twitched the corner of her mouth fiercely, and a flash of light flashed from her eyes.
The man on the telephone pole said coldly, "You are taking a risk."
He opened his mouth to call someone, but Mu Mu pushed the gun forward hard, "As soon as someone comes in, the bullet will go through your heart."
"Are you a policeman?" the man on the telephone pole asked uncertainly.
Mu Mu smiled and asked, "What do you want me to be?"
The other hand raised the shiny silver handcuffs and waved them in front of the man.
She quickly cuffed the right hand of the man on the telephone pole, and it seemed not that easy to rely on the other hand.
The man on the telephone pole began to move and tried to struggle.
"Don't move." Mu Mu aimed his gun at his temple again, no longer smiling on his face.
The two of them had a fight, and the bodyguard outside seemed to have heard the noise and asked something in bird language.
Mu Mu was afraid that they would come in, so he quickly threw the telephone pole down on the sofa and pointed the gun at his head.
"Ah... don't... ah... it hurts... don't play like this!"
The door to the box opened and then closed again immediately.
The telephone pole stared at her in annoyance, but she smiled brighter than the sun.
Mu Mu successfully cuffed both hands of the telephone pole. Then, she rolled the stack of dollars that the short fat man had placed on the coffee table into a circle and stuffed it into the mouth of the telephone pole.
