Chapter 8: The Skirt Is Torn (2)

She doesn't want to be cannon fodder!

As soon as the little foot took a step to the side, Fu Xiche grabbed her arm suddenly, leaned over, and smiled wickedly, "Classmate Xia Yimo, do you want to go with him?" ”

Hiss, another, burgundy-haired demon—

"I don't want it!" Pouted, Xia Yimo didn't think about it.

"Xia, Yi, Mo, you, die, die, die!"

Mu Jingchen couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed her clothes, of course Xia Yimo didn't want to, she blindly hid, it was a coincidence, and there was a Fu Xiche "helping", so embarrassing things happened to the entire corridor.

I only heard the sound of "hiss-", the sound of the fabric tearing, it was very loud -

"Fake!"

Xia Yimo turned her head in shock, her little face flushed.

"Close your eyes to me!" Mu Jingchen yelled, leaned over, and immediately picked her up.

It's messed up, it's all messed up!

The corridor, which was originally very lively, instantly quieted down, and both men and women consciously turned their bodies and turned their backs to them to open a way.

The boy with a cold face, firmly hugged the little girl, a big hand, clutched the torn clothes, did not go a little, and walked towards the parking lot in the wind.

Xia Yimo covered her face angrily, and Mu Jingchen coaxed her angrily, "No one saw it." ”

"I hate you, why should I meet you?" Xia Yimo said regretfully.

Mu Jingchen was unhappy, "Shut up!" ”

In the corridor, Fu Xiche looked at Mu Jingchen, his back out of rhythm, and the corners of his lips hooked evilly, "Hehe, Mu Jingchen, your weakness has appeared." ”

was put in the co-pilot of the supercar, Xia Yimo reacted, this is the sports car she secretly "beat the speed" in the morning.

"Mu Jingchen, where are you going to take me?" She fastened her seat belt familiarly, and said unceremoniously: "No. 23 Huayuan Street, you send me home to change clothes." ”

Mu Jingchen glanced at her, her charming purple eyes suddenly smiled, her beautiful starry eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, and she said, "I'm going to take you to my house." ”

"You - Home ——?" Xia Yimo opened her mouth wide, she couldn't believe it, "I won't go, you can just compensate me for a piece of clothing, so I don't want to go to your house!" ”

Which wealthy young master on TV, doesn't he have a vicious mother, a mean sister, or a wayward sister, she is going to his house, and half of her life is gone?!

Don't go!

Who knew that the demon whispered, "Where do you want to go, it's not your turn to make a decision!" In the next second, the accelerator stepped on the end at once, and the sports car "swished" out.

In just ten minutes, the car drove in front of a building. As soon as Xia Yimo raised his eyes, his heart immediately rose, a capitalized "slot".

What a big villa!

It's not that I haven't seen a rich person, it's that I've never seen such a rich person!

Mu Jingchen, a local tyrant, completely refreshed her three views!