Jun Muye's expression was rare for a moment of astonishment. And Uncle Mo, who was concentrating on driving in front, almost made a mistake with the steering wheel.

"You, don't think that I'm a woman, it's good to bully, I'll tell you...... I know how to do taekwondo...... I was very, cruel...... Very violent ......" said, she also waved her fists to threaten, but unfortunately the little face full of drunkenness really couldn't make a frightening expression, but felt funny.

Jun Muye wrapped one hand around her shoulder, held her struggling body, and shouted in a deep voice: "Shut up for me!"

"Why should I shut up? You bad people...... Let me go...... I-I'm going to hit you......" she screamed without a threatening threat, waving indiscriminately as she hit someone.

"Settle down!" he grabbed her hand and whispered a warning, "If you move again, I'll throw you out of the window!"

"I—I will never bow to the evil forces...... "A little woman roared back impassionedly: "Who has not died since ancient times...... Eighteen years later, he is a good man again...... I spelled ...... with you" with a mouth, a grit of teeth.

Jun Muye glared at the woman who bit his arm. Is she a dog?

Huh~ Why is it so hard?

She rubbed all the way to his neck.

Jun Muye was startled, and hurriedly raised his hand against her forehead to prevent her from approaching.

Now it's not a dog, I want to be a zombie instead. With her current sanity, it is estimated that it is really possible to bite off his carotid artery.

Unable to bite the enemy, the drunken little woman whined and protested like a grumpy little beast.

A black line hung on Jun Muye's forehead, and his cold pursed lips showed that he was patient.

Uncle Mo sat in front and wanted to concentrate on driving. But when I heard the movement behind me, I really couldn't help but want to laugh. It's so hard to hold back!

Rao is a calm and introverted young master, and it is difficult to calm down when he meets such a little woman.

The low whimper, when she realized that no one was paying attention to her, slowly amplified, and finally turned into a howl.

Women cry, some want to cry and make people pity, or sobbing in a low voice that makes people feel distressed.

Sometimes he thinks that the crying of these women is a complete stunt, and the makeup can be kept intact, which is not embarrassing and can make the man's heart move.

The woman in front of her, who cried without an image, would not arouse any lust from men at all. However, the woman with wrinkled facial features, tears and snot, and no beauty at all, can make him surrender helplessly.

He pressed his eyebrows a little helplessly, "Don't cry!"

Xu Qiaoqiao raised her big tearful eyes, looked at him with sad and aggrieved eyes, her crying was quieter, and her tears flowed more fiercely.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Xu Qiaoqiao looked at him, her mouth was deflated, and she complained with resentment: "You murder me......"

Jun Muye: "......"

Xu Qiaoqiao sniffed and buzzed, "You apologize." ”

Jun Muye raised his eyebrows and apologized?

Xu Qiaoqiao saw that he didn't react, her little face collapsed again, and the tears in her eyes showed him that he would immediately burst the embankment when he said the wrong thing.

But he still didn't say anything, she generously took a step back, "Then you sing to me." ”

Jun Muye was speechless again.

She didn't get a response again, and she was very aggrieved.

"Woo~~"

Jun Muye wondered if he would knock her out directly. It's impossible to ask him to sing.

Who knows, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was-

"What do you want to hear. ”

"Squeak-" The screech of tires rubbing against the asphalt.

Jun Muye leaned forward and stabilized in time. But the woman next to her was not so lucky.

"Uncle Mo, what's the matter with you!" Jun Muye asked in a deep voice.