C44

Xia Xinxin snorted coldly, looking at the thick stack of money in her hands, "You are using the freedom of your countrymen." How about life in exchange for these cold bills? You are not fit to be Chinese! "

Wu Mei, on the other hand, was not ashamed. "I'm not Chinese myself. I told you I'm from Shanghai, and that was just nonsense. Who are you really going to blame? Besides, you still have to thank me, don't you? If it wasn't for me, you might have been indecently thrown away on the street, or sold to the red. Lights. He might even make a chicken in the district! You may not be able to go back now, but I think you're quite at ease. She was dressed quite well! It seems that the man who bought you has treated you pretty well. Do you need to worry about food and clothes like this?

"Is that so? "Then why don't you stay too!" Hearing her ridiculous words, Xia Xinxin flew into a rage. She didn't want to waste time talking to her anymore, directly snatching the banknotes from her hands and scattering them.

Coincidentally, there was a gust of wind and the money immediately scattered everywhere like flowers scattered in the sky. Some of the money even flew into the fountain nearby, and the colorful money immediately floated all over the pool.

Wu Mei was flustered and exasperated. She wanted to rush over to pick it up, but Xia Xinxin's heart was filled with anger and pain. She just wanted to vent her anger on her.

Wu Mei rushed to her side a few times, but she was so upset that she lost her rationality. She could not care less and shouted through gritted teeth, "I'm going to kill you!"

With that, he lowered his head and charged towards Xia Xinxin like a bison, howling.

In the end, the middle-aged woman's insanity could not be underestimated. How could the delicate Xia Xinxin match up to this kind of battle formation? She was immediately pushed back uncontrollably, until she crashed into the fountain. Her waist hit the concrete wall beside the fountain, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

She held her waist in pain and sat down on the ground. The intense pain made it impossible for her to stop Wu Mei.

Wu Mei said complacently, "You're still too young to fight me!"

He jumped into the fountain to pick up the bills that were floating on the surface of the water.

Unexpectedly, it was her words that angered Xia Xinxin once again. It was unknown where she got the strength from, but she suddenly stood up and shouted, "I'm going to fight it out with you!"

As she spoke, she pounced towards Wu Mei like a leopard and a tiger that had just escaped from its cage.

Wu Mei had just stood on the fountain pool. She lifted a foot and carefully prepared to jump down, but was immediately thrown into the pool. The water splashed everywhere and she almost fainted from the sudden gush of water in her mouth.

He coughed for a while, and when his breathing calmed down, he then rushed towards Xia Xinxin, who was clutching her waist and panting heavily.

For a moment, the two women wrestled in the water.

As far as Xia Xinxin was concerned. She was weak and tried to fight back, but Wu Mei grabbed her hair and pushed her head into the water.

She couldn't breathe. Large streams of water poured into her mouth, making her choke and choke. This feeling was extremely painful, even worse than death.

She reached back to grab, but she couldn't grab anything.

Just as she was about to faint, a deafening gunshot rang out. The hand pressing on her head suddenly relaxed, and the sudden disappearance of the pressure caused her to raise her head out of the water instinctively. She didn't bother to wipe the water off her face with her hands as she clutched her chest and began to cough violently.

He coughed until his whole body was trembling, and his heart was aching as if he was about to cough up blood.

A large hand suddenly reached out and wrapped itself around her shoulders, and she fell into a warm, familiar embrace.

The familiar embrace, the familiar smell, and the familiar temperature allowed her to guess easily that she was about to be hit by a cold body without even having to open her eyes. The man who instantly hugged her warmly was the man who bathed and changed her clothes, the man who even personally made her broth.

His arrival made her feel at ease, but for some inexplicable reason, tears flowed down her face.

The sudden tears made her panic. She hurriedly opened her eyes, wiped away the water on her face, and then firmly smiled at him, "So it really is you!"

In the blink of an eye, they saw Wu Mei squatting in the water and crying out in pain while holding onto her bleeding arm. The thick red blood splashed into the water and then slowly melted away, like a strange flower blooming brilliantly.

At this moment, there were quite a few people surrounding the pool. Not only were there gun-toting guards, but even JASON was standing there coldly.

The way he looked at her was so cold it made her shiver.

Mo Zixiao frowned and looked at her, only to see that her face was pale and his mouth was blue. He must have been frozen by the cold water.

This was secondary. What made him angrier was that her thin skirt was already soaked through, leaving a dent in it. His graceful figure was exposed without any concealment. He supported her with one hand and took off his suit jacket with the other. Then, he completely took off her body. He tightly covered her and pointed at the wailing Wu Mei. "Cripple one of her hands and chase her out. Don't ever appear in this city again!"

Just as she finished speaking, two burly men immediately rushed forward and picked her up like carrying a little chick, one on the left and one on the right.

Water splashed everywhere as Wu Mei struggled and pleaded desperately, "Young Master Mo! I didn't know she was yours! Your excellency does not know that I have gone overboard. Please spare me, please? "

Mo Zixiao looked at him coldly, not moving at all. His pitch black eyes reflected a fierce light, as if he was an irritated cheetah swearing to tear his prey apart.

Xia Xinqin was frightened, but she thought Mo Zixiao was just trying to scare Wu Mei. When she saw that someone was holding a sharp knife that was reflecting the sunlight, her heart trembled and she quickly pressed his hand down. "You've already shot her once, so you don't need to cut off one of her arms. Exiting the city is also a great punishment for her. "

Although she loathed the woman who carried all those sins on her back, she still did not want to see blood flow. She did not want her hands to be stained with blood because of these things.

Mo Zixiao snorted, "You are quite merciful! It's just that I've always been a man of my word, and a man of my word doesn't allow anyone to rebel! "

As she spoke, she raised her chin slightly and saw the sabre wielding man's sword fall. Wu Mei's entire arm was dislocated as blood spurted onto the ground. Her eyelids fluttered and she fainted.

Xia Xinxin looked pale and her heart was pounding, but she bit her lips and didn't utter another word.

She seemed to have underestimated Mo Zixiao, always willing to discover his kindness. However, she had completely ignored his ruthlessness and brutality as the head of the underworld.

Would he be as cruel to her as she had been to him, one day, when she had thoroughly annoyed him?

He turned his head and did not dare to look at the blood. It was a cruel and bloody scene. A wave of chilliness rose from the bottom of his feet all the way to the tip of his heart.

Suddenly, there was nothing under his feet. He held Mo Zixiao tightly in his arms and said with a dark face, "Let's go home!"

As she said this, she strode out of the fountain. As she passed JASON, she inadvertently saw JASON raise his eyebrows and sneer at her.

Her heart felt even colder. She felt like she was in the midst of a pack of wolves that opened their mouths wide in an attempt to tear her to shreds, causing people to tremble with fear.

Mo Zixiao carried her into the small building, and only then did he put her down when he was in his bedroom. He angrily walked into the fitting room, and not long later, he handed her a set of clean clothes, "Hurry and take a bath and change your clothes!"

"Oh." She obediently took the clothes and held the pain on her waist, slowly moving towards Wei. He walked back to his room.

Only when the door closed did she dare to take a deep breath.

Yes. The brutality he displayed just now frightened her. It made her deeply realize that the man by her side wasn't a docile sheep she could bully, but a ferocious wolf!

If she took one wrong step, he would pounce on her in the next moment, biting off her neck without hesitation.

His ruthlessness made it impossible for her to thank him for defending her just now, because other than fear, she was also truly afraid.

Rinse quickly. When he came out after the bath, he saw him sitting on the sofa with his head lowered, his legs apart, his hands on his knees, his well-built chest heaving up and down, his eyebrows as thick as two daggers, his eyes staring at his feet.

It was obvious that he had not yet calmed down from his earlier rage.

She didn't walk over to him, nor did she try to please him as she had done yesterday. Instead, she walked over to the dressing table next to the chuang and sat down, gently wiping her wet hair with a towel.

Because of her fear, she didn't dare to wipe it too hard, lest it cause a ruckus.

But after a moment her hand grew stiff, for in the mirror she saw him rise and stride toward her.

Only after she was gone did she stop and stare at her, unmoving.

Her heart was pounding. She had no idea what he was trying to do.

He didn't know if he was angry with Wu Mei for beating her up, or was angry with her for being such a shrew.

He was always so dark that she had no way of guessing him.

She would no longer make wild guesses and would only speak based on the facts. If she continued to naively imagine that the one who would fall into the abyss of no return would be her, Xia Xinxin!

His hand clearly felt stiff and numb, but in order to prevent him from feeling scared, he still struggled to keep his hand from moving on top of his head.

Often, violent and powerful men don't like the women around them who are afraid of them. The more afraid they are, the more they'll come up with ways to torture women who are afraid to avoid them.

She was not suffering. abuse. Crazy! She didn't want to be tortured by him!

However, in the next moment, he suddenly reached out and pulled her into his warm embrace. He used both of his arms very, very hard, and it was so tight that she could almost hear the bones in his body making "pa pa pa" sounds.

Her already injured waist hurt even more. Clever as she should have been lying weakly on his chest, she looked at him with an incredibly grateful and admiring gaze and said to him, "Darling, thank you for defending me!"

Heavens, she really wanted to do this. She really wanted to say this!

However, she struggled for a long time but was still unable to do it.

She could feel herself clearly. His body was stiff like iron. It was extremely difficult for him to even swallow saliva in his parched throat. How could he use a voice that was so coquettish that it would cause a man to go limp?

"You're trembling." His voice, so cold it didn't have a trace of warmth, floated over her head.