C10 (1/2)

Fighting with him, Shi Yao was obviously still far too inexperienced.

After sending off a large group of unrelated people, Mo Jintu led Shi Yao into his own study.

He closed the door. In the narrow space, there were only two people. The atmosphere was stifling.

”Speak, what is your purpose?” Mo Jintu sat down on the wide leather chair, folded his hands on the table and leaned on the table. Under such a strong aura, no one would dare to lie.

Shi Yao could not help but stick out her tongue and lick her lips. She was so frightened that she did not even drink a mouthful of saliva in the early morning, and now that her mouth was dry, she had no choice but to waste her saliva to explain something that had been said countless of times: ”Young Master Mo, I drank too much that day just to celebrate my friend's promotion, that's why I disturbed Young Master Mo. ”I swear to Grandpa Mao, there's really no one controlling me from behind, and I'm not an assassin sent by anyone.”

If she could, she wanted to replay that night. Then, even if she died, she would drag Qi Qi along with her.

The tip of her pink tongue, her soft lips, and the simple act of licking her lips all seemed like fire in Mo Jintu's eyes, igniting the fire in the bottom of his heart in an instant.

This woman still wanted to seduce her even now.

Mo Jintu's handsome face darkened. Since when did his self-control become so terrible?

Mo Jintu slammed his palm on the table. ”If you don't intend to speak the truth, then there's no need for us to continue the conversation. I think the doctor should be here, too. ”

No, no, I say, I say!” The constant comforting, but he didn't know what to say.

He did not believe in the truth. This was the rhythm of forcing her to lie. However, ever since she was young, the number of lies she could tell could be counted with one hand. Could he, who had no actual combat experience, really deceive the cunning Mo Jintu?

Shi Yao felt that her future was uncertain.

But the sight of that cold arrow forced her to think quickly, in a slick, organized language.

When Mo Jintu was about to lose his patience, Shi Yao finally opened his mouth.

Before telling a story, sigh and create an atmosphere. There was a ten percent chance that the person listening to the story would believe what he had heard.