Chapter 13 Warning

An Ziqi spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xiao, I'm not interested in people like you."

Xiao Moli glanced at her up and down.

"I wouldn't look for you either."

Xiao Moli glanced at her contemptuously, "Idiot woman."

An Ziqi was in tears, she really felt that their IQs were not on the same level at all.

She has fully seen this man's shamelessness, perversion, and poisonous tongue.

She was ashamed of herself, arguing with him was simply looking for abuse.

He simply got up and walked out with the quilt in his arms.

Forget it, she'll just make do for the night on the sofa in the living room.

Be sure to come back early tomorrow and tidy up the guest room.

However, just as he took a step, he tripped over the quilt he was holding.

An Ziqi's body became unsteady, she screamed and jumped towards Xiao Moli.

Xiao Moli subconsciously reached out to catch her, and was brought down by the inertia of her pounce.

Time seemed to be stopped, and she could even feel the powerful beating of Xiao Moli's heart.

It is said that men with thin lips are the most ruthless, but Xiao Moli at this moment makes her feel gentle for no reason.

Xiao Moli finally realized that this dead woman is getting more and more promising, she even ignored his warning just now, and dared to push him down!

An Ziqi hurriedly tried to get up.

Before standing still, he stumbled with his left foot and fell over with his right foot again.

An Ziqi burst into tears.

Not to mention Xiao Moli, even she herself would have misunderstood that she had plotted against Xiao Moli.

He got up with a dry smile, "Mr. Xiao, you rest first, I... I won't bother you."

Before getting up, she was dizzy for a while, and she had been thrown back again.

"Miss An, I have already warned you, since you are so impatient, don't blame me for being rude."

"I……"

Before An Ziqi could speak, the phone rang suddenly.

Xiao Moli suddenly woke up, what is he doing?

Busily pushed An Ziqi away and stood up, took out the phone, saw the name displayed on the screen, picked up the phone and walked outside.

"Hey, Xin'er..."

An Ziqi hurriedly picked up the quilt on the ground.

He rushed to the sofa in the living room as if fleeing, and covered himself tightly with the quilt, not showing even a single gap.

His fingers caressed the lips that were still aching, and his warmth seemed to remain on them.

A little heart was beating wildly.

God, what happened to her?

Why is my heart beating so hard?

He shook his head vigorously, not daring to think any further.

Trying hard to sleep, but the image of Xiao Moli answering the phone involuntarily appeared in his mind.