Chapter 493: Believe in Him Obediently, There Is No Choice

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"Listening to your tone, it seems disappointing?"

He locked her up and asked in a weird way.

Shu Xiaomian fell into his arms, and before he could react, he couldn't help but have a headache when he heard him say such a sentence!

"Ninth Master, I don't like stallions, and I will never touch stallions, are you satisfied with this explanation?"

"Not satisfied." The man replied neatly.

Countless crows flew over Shu Xiaomian's forehead, and she wanted to cry.

She doesn't seem to have done anything, huh? Where did you offend him?

But she didn't dare to offend him at this time, she asked in a soft voice: "Xiao Shen, I ......"

However, as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted.

"Seriously, I don't eat this." Xi Mushen's face was serious.

Shu Xiaomian's MMP!

She's not serious anymore!

"But I've listened to you, what are you unhappy about?" Shu Xiaomian was very helpless and innocent.

Xi Mushen looked at her with an angry face, her eyes became darker and darker, and her tail note rose:

"What? Think you're right, and you're still getting impatient with me? ”

Of course Shu Xiaomian thinks so in her heart!

You know it yourself, old man?

But to the unusually deep and deep gaze of Shang Xi Mushen, like a dormant beast, he could eat her at any time, and she shook her head with a white face:

"No, no! Absolutely nothing! I'm just asking you why you're angry~~"

The corners of Xi Mushen's mouth hooked up a almost invisible smile, and said:

"I don't even know why I'm angry, do you think you should be punished? Well? ”

Ahem, ahem!

Shu Xiaomian was about to vomit blood.

How did she feel that he was more messy than the women? Vexatious? Split hairs? Swear black is white.?

Xi Mushen looked at her angry and unable to attack, and felt that it was really cute, and the sullenness in her heart dissipated a little:

"Kindly remind you, the answer is in the photo."

Hearing him say this, Shu Xiaomian hurriedly got up and took the photos, sitting in his arms and looking at them one by one.

But almost all the photos in it are her sitting next to Xi Zhenze, with her back to Xi Shaoting, without even giving Xi Shaoting a look, without any intimate actions.

Even if she looked at the photo and poked a hole, she didn't see it:

"Why don't you just tell me? It's better for me to please you and comfort you directly than to stop at finding the reason, okay? ”

Xi Mushen heard the words 'flattery, comfort', his eyes were dark, he glanced at the photo, and said coldly:

"Your skirt touched his trousers."

What?

Shu Xiaomian looked down at the photo and found that because she was sitting, the skirt spread out a little, and she did touch Xi Mushen's trousers.

But Nima!

He also has to be jealous of such a small thing? Angry? What kind of reason!

Her dark eyes rolled, and when she thought of something, she raised her hand around his neck, and approached, looking straight at her:

"I said Ninth Master, don't you want me to do something, deliberately find a random reason to trick me, right?"

With his personality, he definitely does it!

Xi Mu smiled deeply in his heart.

Little woman, pretty smart?

But his face did not move at all, his face was calm, and he said seriously:

"You and him pretend to be a couple, the relationship is already loving enough, the skirt and pants are still touching each other, shouldn't I be angry mind?

Before I could be comforted by any reason, I took a bite back, Shu Xiaomian, I doubt if you really love me and care about my feelings. ”

The tone was very angry.

Handsome face, with a dissatisfied accusation.

Shu Xiaomian blinked her eyes and pierced her heart.

She seems to have misunderstood him?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't say it, I was wrong.

That, what comfort do you want? I've got you covered. ”

Hearing this, a rapid smile flashed through Xi Mu's deep eyes, which quickly dissipated, and he lowered his head and attached it to her ear:

"Don't you know how to soothe my anger? Well? ”