Chapter 1393: No matter how small a wound is, it's a wound

Mu Yao's face seemed to be a corpse with blood drained, and he was hanging down weakly according to the woman's hand, trembling all over.

When the woman saw him like this, she pushed him away, as if she had the upper hand, and the shouting became louder and louder.

"Mu Yao, you also know that you are at a loss, don't you?! Either you're responsible for me and announcing that I'm your girlfriend means that I had a baby for you! โ€

"Otherwise, I'll expose the dirty things you did! You can do anything for money, please women, and get into nightclubs......"

Every time she said a word, Mu Yao's face turned pale.

It's hard to describe the feeling.

His face was so pale that he could faint just by looking at it, but it turned out that he could become more fragile and unbearable......

Mu Yao didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

In front of Yaoyao, the person he cherishes the most in his life and wants to show his good side the most......

"I ......"

It's like I've been pinched in the throat.

He couldn't say a word.

I don't know how to justify, I don't know where to start explaining.

He didn't dare to look at Tong Yaoyao, but he turned around as if he was masochistic, staring at Yaoyao, as if he had been stripped of his clothes in an instant, and his dirtiest and ugliest side was revealed......

It's like the rainy night when I first saw her, the embarrassed self that he wants to forget......

No.

It was filthy and unbearable than it was then.

The woman put her hands on her waist, looked at Tong Yaoyao, and held her chin high.

Turning around, Bian Jin saw her face clearly.

Very fat, double chin, full of horizontal flesh to stretch out the cut double eyelids, the traces of hyaluronic acid on the face are obvious, but the round face and chin are pointed like a snake spirit.

It's hard to imagine...... Mu Yao ...... to such a woman

Bian Jin felt very uncomfortable, moved his neck, and felt hairy all over.

Yaoyao walked over to Mu Yao as if nothing had happened, Mu Yao looked away and couldn't help dodging, Yaoyao directly grabbed his wrist and silently opened his sleeve.

"Yaoyao, I'm ......"

Mu Yao stammered, in pain.

Yaoyao lowered her head, her long eyelashes blinking and sending a gentle breeze across a thin wound on his arm that had been accidentally cut by glass.

"Does it hurt?" Yaoyao asked.

"......" Mu Yao couldn't speak, came over for a while, and shook his head, "This wound is nothing." โ€

"No matter how small a wound is, it's a wound."

Yaoyao said, taking out alcohol to wipe Mu Yao's wounds.

Mu Yao felt a slight tingling pain.

He felt very surprised, when he was so embarrassed and distressed that he was so weak to death, the pain caused by the trace of alcohol on this arm was so clear.

Even, this small pain became very warm in the face of the huge pain in my heart.

He stared at Yaoyao's little face.

A face he was in love with once gave him salvation.

But he was defiling her...... Even, in the defilement of her team......

Mu Yao suddenly withdrew his hand.

The woman was already shouting loudly in the hallway.

"What are you guys doing?! Mu Yao, can't you hear me?! โ€

She was hysterical, her voice was very loud, as if she wanted to vent or threaten Mu Yao, she looked at Mu Yao's eyes full of greedy desire.

"If you ignore me again, I will expose ......"

Her shrill voice was interrupted by a calm milky female voice.

"Now Mu Yao is a professional player, and his reputation is also Dยท Legal content of the PR Department. If you do what is called 'exposure' at will, Dยท Club R has the right to sue you for defamation. โ€

Tong Yaoyao looked at her.

"If you have something to say, you can talk about it well. If you don't talk about it well, just go and talk to the legal department. โ€