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They returned to the bar and continued to drink.

Yehua finally realized that if she wanted to vent or something, it was better to drink a little wine.

I'd rather get drunk to death than be beaten to death by the Ninth Master.

The Ninth Master beat up people, it's really ...... Nothing humane, alas!

In front of the excessively quiet bar, a tall man still sits aside.

The slender legs rested on the high board at will, and the perfect long legs were enough to make any woman in the world go crazy.

He didn't speak, he was drinking.

Mouthful after mouthful, bottle after bottle.

Yehua sat on the sidelines, completely unsure of how to open his mouth to break the silence in front of him.

However, he knew in his heart that with the extremely limited patience of the ninth master, if he didn't speak again, maybe it wouldn't be long before he had to go to "sparring" again.

When I thought of the taste of the Ninth Master's fists......

Yehua cleared her throat and didn't have the courage to remain silent.

"Ninth Master, that ......"

"Getting to the point." The man sitting on the high stool was extremely impatient.

Yehua still couldn't help but chuckle in her heart, and she didn't dare to slack off at all.

"Ninth Master, in fact, quarreling ...... such a thing"

"Who quarreled?" A cold glance swept over, and Yehua was so frightened that she immediately changed her words.

"No, no, it's not a quarrel, how could a person as wise and great as the Ninth Master quarrel? Hehe, hehehe......"

Yehua raised her hand and quietly wiped the fine sweat from the corners of her forehead with the back of her hand.

He continued to look at Mu Xiaojiu, carefully pondering what to say.

"Less sycophants!" Mu Xiaojiu retracted his gaze and didn't bother to look at him.

He didn't know where his eyes fell, he raised the bottle and took a big sip of it boringly.

Yehua was still desperately thinking about what to say, but he didn't want to, after the ninth master finished pouring the wine, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Woman...... Can't you forget your first man? ”

"Huh?" Yehua was stunned, the question of the ninth master ......

Could it be that the ninth master is not Miss Xia Xia's first man?

However, that day in the conference room, when he gave Miss Xia Xia clothes, he clearly saw ......

I clearly saw that there was a ...... on Miss Xia Xia's torn clothes The blood of the Son.

Jiu Ye is obviously Miss Xia Xia's first man, he can't even understand this, right?

"What looks?" Mu Xiaojiuxing's eyes narrowed.

Seeing the doubts in his eyes, the whole person suddenly became irritable again!

"Of course I'm her first man, I'm just ......"

He didn't continue, this kind of thing was inexplicably difficult to say.

It's hard for him to accept that girl likes other people's things!

However, there are some things that he is not unwilling to accept, and things really do not exist.

So, he's even more irritable!

However, with his current expression, Yehua finally understood it.

"What the Ninth Master means is that Miss Xia Xia used to ...... Have you liked another man before? ”

The gaze that the Ninth Master sent over instantly became even colder.

Among them, there is also a hint of embarrassment!

It turns out that the Ninth Master cares about this!

Yehua's heart tightened, and he understood in an instant.

Miss Xia Xia has had someone she likes...... In fact, this is also a helpless thing.

After all, in the past eighteen years, the Ninth Master did not appear by Miss Xia Xia's side.

Besides, with the bullying of Miss Xia Xia by the Ninth Master, it is not surprising that the little girl will like another warm man.

Who likes a man who loses his temper with himself at every turn and is strong at the slightest disagreement?