New Wife No. 1: Young Master Mo, don't be presumptuous

Chapter 9
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." An Xiaowan took out a few tissues and wiped his face continuously, then wiped off the rice grains on the suit, and said tremblingly: "Why don't you take off the suit and I'll wash it for you Wash, I really didn't mean to..."

God knows, if she was not afraid of offending Nan Siting's friend and facing a liquidated damages of 200 million, she wouldn't talk to Mo Jingchen even if she was killed.

"Go away!"

Suddenly, with a bang, Mo Jingchen suddenly stood up and waved An Xiaowan away, staring at her with a sinister face, "Stupid!"

He roared mercilessly, ripped off the suit with both hands, and fell heavily on the ground.

Pulling vigorously, the buttons of the suit shot out, and bounced on the back of An Xiaowan's hand, gasping for breath in pain without making a sound.

Like a child who did something wrong, he slowly turned around and looked at everyone at the table one by one. They either shook their heads and sighed, or remained silent, or stared at An Xiaowan coldly, but no one said anything.

With no love in her life, she pursed her lips, "I'm sorry, I ruined everyone's interest."

Swords were on the verge, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly gloomy, which made An Xiaowan a little depressed. Only Nan Siting played with the wine glass in his hand calmly, and it had nothing to do with his high-spirited attitude.

"Aren't you going to wash my clothes? Get out of here!"

Mo Jingchen who walked up the stairs glanced sideways at An Xiaowan and Nan Siting, feeling damn upset.

"Ah? You are not..." Didn't you dislike her, why don't you dislike her now?
"Come here as soon as I tell you, there is so much nonsense!"

"Oh!"

An Xiaowan glared at him angrily, but he had already gone upstairs and closed the door with a bang.

He curled his lips in dissatisfaction, wishing he could leave this ghostly place immediately with his bag, but when he thought about the contract with Nan Siting, the contract said that he couldn't cause trouble for him, otherwise he would have to lose money.So she could only swallow her anger and follow.

She went upstairs anxiously, and every time she took a step, she felt her heart sink a little bit, and she was very anxious.

Standing in front of Mo Jingchen's door, he hesitated when he raised his hand to knock on the door. He took a deep breath to adjust his state, and knocked on his door vigorously.

After knocking several times but no answer, An Xiaowan got angry and shouted, "Mo Jingchen, don't you want me to do laundry? Open the door!"

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Just when she thought that Mo Jingchen would not open the door, the door opened, and she felt a sudden flash in front of her eyes, and she was dragged into the room by Mo Jingchen and pressed heavily against the wall, "Oh, are you capable? Do you feel very fun?"

"What's the matter, can't you see me looking for a boyfriend?" The man who was close at hand exuded a gloomy aura, as terrifying as a hell Shura.

But when the two of them were alone together, she restrained her timid look, and raised her head stubbornly, "My boyfriend is more handsome than you, are you not convinced?"

Waiting for An Xiaowan's explanation, he waited for such an answer for a long time. At this moment, he wished he could tear this hateful woman to pieces with his own hands. "A woman who came out to sell, do you think I, Mo Jingchen, would care?"

Despite what he said, for some reason, when he saw An Xiaowan holding Nan Siting's hand and appearing in front of everyone, he really wanted to chop off her hand.

"Since you don't care, why are you so angry?" She raised her eyebrows disdainfully, and her flaming red lips curled into a contemptuous smile, "Didn't you ask me to wash your clothes? If you don't take them off, I'll leave, uncle!"

The word "little uncle" deliberately bites heavily, as if to remind the relationship between the two.

(End of this chapter)