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Mo Ziqi's face was still clouded, and he pinched her neck with his big hand, and asked in a cold voice: "You really don't know who I am?" It should be. Although they were born six years apart, they died together.

Xin Miaomiao was really uncomfortable and in pain, humming helplessly, being held up in the air by Mo Ziqi, facing the young man's slightly ferocious handsome face, there were bursts of pain on her neck, except for the one who wanted to die Twisting his small body in mid-air and struggling, he could only make a small sobbing sound, which was very small and weak, which was very distressing.

Mo Ziqi looked at this little brat who looked weaker than in his previous life, and suddenly felt irritable, as if he had exhausted all his strength, just waiting to give the opponent such a fatal blow, but in the end he hit all of them with all his punches. On the cotton, aggrieved and angry.

But what made him even more irritated was that it seemed that every time he met the little boy's eyes, he couldn't calm down, let alone strike.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, without paying attention, and just threw her from mid-air to the ground.

The tremendous force caused Xin Miaomiao to fall to the ground. There was no pain in her whole body. She clutched her little buttocks and got up from the ground. She really wanted to run out, but her big eyes looked at Mo Zi vigilantly. Qi glanced at his face.

Seeing the young man's face was ugly, she instinctively told her not to go against him, so instead of running away, she pouted her little butt and cautiously crawled towards him.

Mo Ziqi squatted down, pinched her small chin again with his clean and strong fingers, narrowed his black eyes, and said fiercely and cruelly in his eyes: "Xin Miaomiao, don't be too complacent, I won't kill you now , you don’t even think about having a good life in the future, it’s best that you don’t give me any ideas!”

The pain shifted from the neck to the chin, and Xin Miaomiao was extremely confused when facing some specious words from the young man.

The small mouth trembled slightly, subconsciously still wanting to hide, but in the end he followed the instinct of fear of death, slowly approached the boy, carefully slipped into his arms, and wrapped his chubby arms around his neck , sipping a small voice and coquettishly: "Brother, don't be angry, meow meow, be good meow."

Xin Miaomiao used this trick every time Yang Rong got angry and put on a straight face. She felt that the good-looking big brother in front of her should also be applicable.

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Mo Ziqi, who had never been touched before, was hugged by such a delicate and soft body. He was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, he quickly dropped the baby in his arms. go out.

Pushing and throwing, it didn't matter whether Xin Miaomiao could bear it or not.

Xin Miaomiao was thrown away so suddenly by Mo Ziqi, she stepped back a few times, failed to stabilize her small body, sat heavily on the cold floor with her little buttocks, and knocked the back of her head against the edge of the sofa behind her.

She widened her watery eyes, looked at Mo Ziqi, who was also shocked, in astonishment and horror, and slid her small body onto the floor softly, then closed those big eyes full of fear.

When Mo Ziqi reacted, Xin Miaomiao had fainted, her small body lying there without making a sound.

Mo Ziqi didn't expect her to be so weak, so he walked up and felt the pulse in her neck.