MTL - Tempting You to Marry Me—Pampered Cute Wifey-Chapter 13 Take your sales contract

Warm bed? Qiao Mu looked up at the man's noble and glamorous face, his face was full of shock, the red mouth was slightly open, and he swallowed.

Nima! This old man is not only an old bastard, but also an old man, Joe Mu gave the old **** a **** in his heart. I want him to be a triad boss, and he looks so good. As long as he recruits, the woman who wants to give him a warm bed can't be followed by a large group of former servants.

Why do I have to be myself, although she knows that her chest is quite buttocks, she looks so good, but she is still so young, is this young and invincible girl going to be ruined by his old man, hey, she doesn’t want .

"If you think about it, my time is very limited. Don't waste my time."

Joe Mu gritted his teeth, Nima was at this time, she could not consider it, and nodded her commandment. "Okay, okay, sign the sign, hurry you, my aging mother, I am more anxious than you, bastard, you think I want to see you this stinky face."

The man was not angry, but he calmly took the mobile phone from the side of the table, slender fingers and dialed the phone.

"Get things up, right away."

Just now, Qiao Mu said that the little ninety-nine was suddenly lost by the man’s soul. The small face was full of sorrow. I didn’t expect the advanced enlightened 21st century, and there are still people who will sell themselves or themselves.

After a few knocks on the door, the door was pushed open, and the left lining came in with a portfolio. It was very respectful and bent over the man. He didn’t call the president. After he dropped the things, he went out again. No words.

Qiao Mu looked at the suit man and walked by his face with no expression. The small face was full of inquiry, raising his hand and touching his small chin, could not help but nod, and began to think.

The people in the underworld are like this now. This old man is so serious, even his men’s hands are in suits and suits. The key is that they are all handsome and handsome. They were arrested last time. The four black men who guarded themselves are also handsome.

Sure enough, now is a time to look at the face, even the underworld is no exception, it seems that he used to be a little old man, the old man this triad is really not organized and disciplined.

The man turned and picked up the portfolio, untied the string wrapped around the bag, took out a few pages of paper and a bank card, pushed the paper to the front of Joe Mu, and slender fingers gripped the golden bank card.

"See you, as long as you signed the contract, this card is yours, all the money inside is yours, I will not intervene if you want to use it." The man's voice is warm and nice, with a little lure, It’s like saying that signing it, signing the name is the same as yours.

Qiao Mu looked at the bank card that was shaking in front of his eyes. The little courage that had just swelled in his heart was instantly photographed in the dust and shattered into slag. Qiao Mu himself spurned himself, you are a little sly. Can you be a little motivated, but when you think about it, it seems that you don’t want to be motivated. This money is more important.

Qiao Mu took the paper in the man's hand, a few thin sheets of paper, but Qiao Mu felt that there was a tens of pounds, so she could not get through. Black and white, the words in the line between the cold, Qiao Mu looked down a line, fingertips pale and slightly trembled.

"Don't temper any more. If you don't sign it, maybe I will change my mind in the next second. Don't cry and ask me again."

"As long as I signed, this card is mine? You will not lie to me, I tell you the old man, if you dare to lie to me, the aging mother will kill you with a rat poison."

The man's mouth was pumping, and nodded silently. Nima, a little bastard, had to poison him with a rat poison, and how to clean up her after seeing him.

Seeing the man nod, Qiao Mu picked up the pen on the side, behind the back of Party B, but did not continue to write down.

It’s easy to say when you say it, but when you really drop the pen, Qiao Mu can't write the sly, the pen tip falls, lifts, falls, and then lifts up, leaving a little ink mark on the white paper. That ink mark seems to be in the heart of Qiao Mu, a little bit of dizziness and expansion, shocked Joe Mu tremble.

As long as you sign yourself, your future life will no longer belong to you. One of your hair belongs to this man, but if you don't sign, you will have no money to do surgery for your mother.

"Then, then I can really sign it, don't regret it, regret it is useless, black and white, can't escape you."

The man couldn’t help but smile, so he was serious. "If you don't sign, you will get out!"

Finally, Qiao Mu gritted his teeth and made up his mind. The small hand held the pen tightly, and the bones were white and white. On the white paper, he wrote his own name. From small to large, Qiao Mu was never as serious as he is now. It seems to be in the heart, sore.

After writing, Qiao Mu took a pen to the table and took a small hand toward the man. He had a sigh of relief and his tone was very rude. "Oh, dead man, finish it, give me a card!"

The man raised his eyebrows, and his mouth swelled in a shallow arc, lifting the lower jaw against the red ink on the side.

"Handprints."

"by!"

Qiao Mu tightened his lips and resisted the urge to buckle the red ink on the face of the man’s Zhang Jun. She was signed, and she also had a handprint. She was a small poor and could not run. There is no trust between people.

Under the eaves, people had to bow their heads, silently licking the dead man all over, but the little hand slammed the red fingerprint on his name. Forbearing you, my old lady, you are waiting for me, if she does not report this hatred, she will become a woman!

The man coveted, looking at the bright and beautiful font on the white paper and the bright red handprint on the name, nodded with satisfaction, and the dark eyes revealed a little joy.

Take one of them, slender fingers rubbed the paper, the man smiled badly, stretched his arms and photographed Qiao Mu’s chest. "Get it, your sales deed."

Qiao Mu slammed the smirked face of the man in front of him, his face was flushed, his chest couldn’t stop, and the beast was taking advantage of her. She clearly felt the old man in his chest. Heavily took the two shots.

"Old bastard, rolling!" This bastard! Going to your sales contract, Joe Mu unknowingly slaps the salty pig hand that the man is licking on her chest, and his eyes are red.

The man shook his contract and said lightly. "You are all my own, what happened to my own things, do you have opinions?"

Qiao Mu: "..." Nima, playing and hitting, said but said, but than the momentum is not too much, Qiao Mu feels that his internal organs are being blown up, but there is nothing to help.

"Hey, is this angry?"