Mu Jinmo only regarded her as a log, pulled off her arm, pushed her calmly, and strode forward, "Yong'er, why are you wearing such thin clothes in such a cold day? Tie Zhuoran, Tie Zhuoran You can't be so stingy, can't you afford a few clothes?"

He took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, and without counting them, he handed over a few, "I'll give you the silver, so that people can hurry up and buy some more beautiful clothes."

The corner of Zhuo Ran's mouth twitched, and he slapped his hand away, and the banknote fell to the ground.

"The Tie family is not short of this money, and the little girl is not short of clothes."

Xiaoya's food and living expenses are all top-notch, and she picks the best things to send over. [

If he remembered correctly, there are five cabinets full of clothes prepared for Xiaoya, and he can wear new clothes every day throughout the year without repeating the same kind.

Mu Jinmo withdrew her hand resentfully, still worried, "Then why don't you add an extra leather coat?"

The little girl looked down at the three layers of clothes inside and outside, and pulled the coat strangely, what was missing?

Make a fuss!

What's more, this soft couch is by the window, and the sun shines in, just hitting it, and the whole body is warm and very comfortable.

"It's not cold, sitting here is very warm."

Mu Jinmo stepped forward to look her in the eyes, reached out and touched her little hand, um, it wasn't cold.

But still worried, "You are weak, you will get sick if you don't pay attention, I'm worried..."

Xiaoya was born weak and sickly, and it was for this reason that she recuperated in the warm spring-like Valley of the Medicine King. Everyone cared most about her body.

The people around her always reminded her to eat more food and take care of her body at any time, which has formed a habit.

He kept talking, and he never let go of the hand holding her. He held her tightly, and even squeezed and kneaded her.

The little girl rolled her eyes towards the sky, and twitched her hand vigorously, "I'm not a child, I will take care of myself."

Just speak well, why do you use your hands and feet?

But Mu Jinmo desperately grabbed her hand, refusing to let go.

I haven't been close for a long time, and I really miss this feeling.

A trace of anger flashed in Zhuo Ran's eyes, and he took a step forward, "Let her go."

Mu Jinmo sneered, raised the hands they held together as if to fuck, and asked confidently, "You can hold hands, why can't I? What a joke, you are an outsider."

Zhuo Ran pointed to Xiaoya's struggling red hands, "See? She is happy to be held by me, but she doesn't like to be touched by you. Do you just like to force people so much? Or do you only rely on this kind of coercion?"

Mu Jinmo was greatly stimulated, his face was full of gloom, and he stared at his little hands in a daze, "Little girl, is what he said true?"

No, that bastard must be lying.

Ye Yuning was left out in the cold, staring blankly at this scene, her eyes were flushed, and her grievances flooded her heart like a tide. Does he hate herself so much?Too much trouble to even take a second look?

But the way he showed great hospitality to Yong'er deeply stimulated her.

How could he treat her like this?

She changed her mind, went forward timidly, bit her red lips, stroked her forehead, and whispered delicately, "Ah Mo, Ah Mo, I don't feel well, I feel so uncomfortable."

Her weak and helpless appearance, pitiful, can arouse a man's desire for protection.

But Mu Jinmo was unmoved, and gave her a cold look.

"Since you are sick, just lie down in the house, don't run around and cause trouble, and let everyone clean up the mess for you."

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