Qiao Mosheng threw An Muyun directly on the bed. He was not gentle at all. Now An Muyun was a little unhappy. He glared at Qiao Mosheng fiercely and cursed: "Can't you be gentle? Do you know how to be gentle?
How do you write these two characters?”
Qiao Mosheng smiled lightly, "Of course, I know how to write tenderness, but I must tell you something clearly now."
After saying that, Qiao Mosheng approached, roughly pulled off the tie at the collar with one hand, and then went over to tie An Muyun's hands.
An Muyun was dumbfounded. He stared at Qiao Mosheng and said speechlessly: "Brother, can you stop being so rude? It's very difficult for me to do this. Do you understand?"
"Haha, is this called rough? An Muyun, next you will truly understand what rough means!" After saying that, Qiao Mo got out of bed and went to find a chopstick next to him.
That's right, it's chopsticks.
An Muyun stared at Qiao Mosheng and twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, "Qiao Mosheng, what on earth do you want to do? You are not a pervert who wants to bully others with chopsticks, right? You...have reached the point where you want to use chopsticks now?"
Qiao Mo's face was so angry that he snorted coldly: "You dare to drive with me at this moment and make me angry. An Muyun, you have really grown up. Since you took the initiative, don't blame me. I understand."
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An Muyun looked at the other person as if he were a big devil, and was immediately frightened. He squinted his eyes and smiled, "That... Qiao Mosheng..."
She lengthened her voice, almost N levels of sweetness.
She is a smart woman, and she knows that she cannot anger a man at this moment, because she doesn't know what the other person will say that will make her heartache, or what he will do to torture her.
"An Muyun, answer me, what did you do today?"
Qiao Mosheng said, grabbing An Muyun's calf and gently rubbing her calf twice.
This kind of rubbing made An Muyun particularly uneasy. She swallowed her saliva. All the lies she had told before were forgotten at this moment. Only her desire to survive was left. She swallowed her saliva wildly and said with a smile: "Well... I'll tell the truth. I
I’m not going on a blind date today, I’m really not going on a blind date.”
"Oh, you didn't go on a blind date, then what did you do?" Qiao Mosheng asked coldly.
The next second, the chopstick landed directly on her calf.
An Muyun was so hurt that he yelled, "Qiao Mosheng, you are really beating me. Are you a human? How can you treat a woman like this? I am a weak little woman who cannot be more weak!"
"Haha, you are weak, but you answer well!" Qiao Mosheng said and hit him again.
An Muyun felt that this life was really unbearable. Qiao Mosheng had already started to engage in domestic violence before the relationship was confirmed with her?
It’s too much and too shameful to use one chopstick.
This is the first time in An Muyun's life that she has been so embarrassed.
"I...what did I say? Didn't I tell the truth just now? I didn't move forward, so you are still not satisfied. What can I do? I am also helpless and distressed, okay?" An Muyun thought.
Crying, she doesn’t want to like Qiao Mosheng anymore, she wants to give up, is this okay?
Qiao Mosheng's mouth twitched wildly, "If you weren't going on a blind date, why did Duan Qingfeng confess to you?"
"I've been confessed to since I was a kid, and it's not like you don't know about it. Now you're arguing with me, so it's nothing." An Muyun was a little speechless.