Chapter 7

Mo Xuetong woke up from his consternation, turned his head away from his hand and said, "please respect yourself, young master!"

"If you have self-respect, you won't stretch out your hand to hold my childe's skirt. Now I think it's you. What are you resisting?" The man's expression is still gentle and his voice is mellow, but inexplicably makes Mo Xuetong feel dangerous. Looking at his slow approach, it is clear that he has some bad intentions.

"You misunderstood me. I'm here to close my eyes and have a rest. I didn't see you enter the door and listen to the sound. I thought I met something dangerous. Therefore, I stretched out my hand to hold you. I hope you will forgive me where you are rude." Mo Xue Tong had retreated and couldn't retreat. He took a deep breath and explained weakly.

In front of the man, she had never seen him in her previous life. Even ordinary clothes and accessories could not stop his dignity. There was a very evil smile on her beautiful face, which looked gentle and charming. However, although her voice was lazy and gentle, there was a frightening cold ice and prestige hidden in it.

Mo Xuetong secretly complained. She didn't want to cause trouble. She had to hide here and wait for Mo LAN to call a car to go out. She didn't expect to hide even in this way. No wonder the closed door was open. It was deliberately reserved for others. She knew that she should go with Mo LAN and stay away from the wrong place early.

"Dangerous things? Do you mean my son? I pulled my robe when I came in. Now I say my son is dangerous. What do you want?" A burst of heat came to my ears, and the man's voice was close at hand, "why, play hard to get with me?"

The sudden approach made Mo Xuetong suddenly turn his head and face the beautiful eyes with thousands of styles. With such a close distance and ambiguous breathing, he could almost feel the hot temperature on his body. Mo Xuetong's calm face suddenly turned red and his body became stiff. In a hurry, he turned his head to go to the side, but found his hand in front of him and blocking his way, He seemed to be in his arms.

Feeling this embarrassing situation, Mo Xue's small white face burned in full swing.

Biting his lips, he calmed down his flustered heart, raised his head to the handsome face of the demon, and said angrily, "please let go and let me pass. Men and women have different seats at the age of seven. Should you be so rude?"

"Since there are different seats at the age of seven, why did you pull me here just now?" The man mocked and said that if he put his hand in front of her, he didn't mean to let go.

"Childe, I've just explained it. I just inadvertently did it. Besides, this is an aisle. If childe can walk, I can't walk." Mo Xuetong was slightly angry, cleared his throat and said to the man.

When she was so impressed, the man was a little stunned. He smiled and said, "it looks like a pure little beauty I still feel pity for. How can it be such a temperament."

"My temperament has nothing to do with the childe. Please let him go. Our young lady will come later. When she sees you blocking me like this, she will think whether I have provoked the childe and won't spare me after returning to the mansion." Mo Xue Tong lowered her eyes and said coldly that she was wearing the clothes of a maid at this time. Besides, she didn't want to be involved with this person. She just felt that the farther away from him, the better.

"Are you a maid?" The man looked her up and down again and joked.

"If it weren't for a maid, where would I stand here alone and be angry with the childe?" Mo Xuetong said angrily.

"It's a pity for you to be a maid. Do you want to follow me? No one will be angry with you in the future. Even I spoil you, okay?" These words are extremely gentle, like the whisper between close lovers, and the face of Mo Xuetong is burning uncontrollably.