That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

"What did the fat man want to say just now?"

Qiao Jiao stared at the phone that was gradually dimming in confusion: "Did he mean to borrow something? What is it?"

"Money." Mo Jinhuai said lightly.

Qiao Jiao frowned: "Is money the only thing you can think of? Fatty has never borrowed money from me."

"That's because you didn't have any money in the past, so you'd be fine if you didn't rely on him for help." Mo Jinhuai said very realistically.

"I'm sorry that I can only think about money. Whoever borrowed things from me since I was a child will only borrow money. Do you know why?"

Mo Jinhuai twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly: "Because I may not have anything else, but the money will not be short, and you, now with me, what would he borrow if he didn't ask you to borrow money? It's not like borrowing a pair of underwear Let's wear it."

"I can't fit a fat man in my underwear." Qiao Jiao said casually.

After speaking, he felt something was wrong, and glanced at Mo Jinhuai from the corner of his eye.

Sure enough, the man's face suddenly darkened.

"How do you know what size he is?" Mo Jinhuai's eyes darkened.

Qiao Jiao shuddered, and hurriedly explained: "You can tell by looking..."

Mo Jinhuai's expression became more gloomy: "Have you seen him?"

"No, no!" Qiao Jiao waved his hands quickly, and dropped his phone on the bed, "His name is Kun Fatty, is this nickname for nothing? Just by external vision, you can tell that he can't wear mine..."

Not knowing which words pleased Mo Jinhuai, the man's face softened a little.

"Well, it seems that your self-awareness is quite clear." Mo Jinhuai glanced down along Qiao Jiao's waistline, "I know that my butt is small."

Qiao Jiao: "..."

Qiao Jiao blushed and endured Mo Jinhuai's teasing. Whatever he could do, he couldn't let the dead man burn his anger on the innocent fat man.

Close your eyes, just treat it as fun.

Mo Jinhuai did have a problem with Kun Lu.

He investigated very clearly that during the three years when Qiao Jiaodong hid in Tibet, he was helped by Kunlu. If it wasn't for this fat man, Qiao Jiao really wouldn't have been able to hide from him for so long.

For a while in the early days, Kun Lu even let Qiao Jiao live in his own home, acted as Qiao Jiao's agent, and helped him take jobs and film movies. He was an important friend Qiao Jiao made during the most difficult period.

Mo Jinhuai also knew that Kun Lu had a good character, and he was loyal enough to Qiao Jiao, otherwise he would not have hired Kun Lu to continue to be Qiao Jiao's manager after buying Ruiyi Entertainment, but this did not prevent him from hating this fat man .

As long as he thinks that Qiao Jiao lived with another man for a while, even if that guy is a straight man, Mo Jinhuai's teeth itch with jealousy.

In other words, if it wasn't for Kun Lu's good character and never having any other thoughts about Qiao Jiao, he might have been crushed to death by him long ago.

Mo Jinhuai would never allow other men to covet Qiao Jiao.

This is also the reason why he tried his best to control the Shen family and kill Shen Yiyuan.

The so-called "cousin" who had no blood relationship with Qiao Jiao always watched Qiao Jiao in the dark for a long time, like a poisonous snake waiting to be hunted at any time.

Just like what happened today, first the Qiao family had no money to repay the debt and needed to sell their youngest son, then Kun Lu hesitated and wanted to borrow money, it was such a coincidence that everything revolved around Qiao Jiao, if Shen Yiyuan didn't do anything behind his back He doesn't believe it.

However, even if he saw through everything, he would not tell Qiao Jiao.

Let Shen Yiyuan dance alone, neither he nor Qiao Jiao will give half a look.

"Hmph, you can only be mine." The man shook his head without end.

Stretching out his hand to grab the corner of the quilt, Mo Jinhuai wanted to drag Qiao Jiao who was wrapped in the quilt over. After answering the phone, the little thing shrank to a place where he could not reach the corner of the bed.

"Come here, give me a hug." The man gave an order that was inconsistent with his painting style with a blank face.

Damn it, at this time, I feel that the bed I bought is too big...

Qiao Jiao raised her eyes and glanced at the man, and suddenly felt that Mo Jinhuai like this was a little cute.

He couldn't move his lower body, he only relied on his upper body to thump, the words he spoke were childish, but his face showed a cold and proud paralyzed look.

Qiao Jiao held back her laughter, moved over mercifully, and nestled herself into the man's arms: "Your, your, okay, no one will talk to you

"Yes." The man spit out a word concisely.

Mo Jinhuai knew very well how many people missed Qiao Jiao since childhood, and how many people secretly wanted to chase Qiao Jiao.

But those people, Qiao Jiao will never know their existence.

Because before they had a chance to get close to Qiao Jiao or talk to him, they were scared away by the evil dragon guarding the little prince.

Mo Jinhuai has always played the role of that evil dragon. Its thick neck is raised, its black scales are shining, it spreads its huge wing-like wings, and it swings its thorny tail. It sprays flames and hovers over the castle where the little prince lives. , not letting anyone near its darling.

——No one can take away his Jiaojiao.

Thinking of this, Mo Jinhuai tightened his arms a little, and opened his mouth to enclose the boy's small and soft ears.

This is a very possessive pose.

Let the other party, under the cover of his own wings, be infected with his own taste...

He would never allow Qiao Jiao to leave him in any form for any reason.

Even if God wanted to take Qiao Jiao away, he would find a way to change his fate for him.

The slightly cool big hand reached into the thin quilt, and accurately touched the small purple patch on the boy's flank.

Qiao Jiao trembled a little from the excitement.

"It hurts?" Mo Jinhuai let go of Qiao Jiao's earlobe and asked.

Qiao Jiao shook his head tremblingly, and grabbed Mo Jinhuai's hand tremblingly: "itch..."

Instead, Mo Jinhuai pressed the skin with his palm, and rubbed the shark very slowly, as if he was stroking a precious gem.

Qiao Jiao's body has already started to appear this kind of unexplained bruise, he should do what he has prepared for so long...

"Jiaojiao, I have something to do..." Mo Jinhuai hesitated for a while, and said in a very rare hesitant tone: "I want to tell you..."

Qiao Jiao turned her neck and looked at the man. Mo Jinhuai's eyes were as black as ink, hiding all the emotions she didn't want to show.

"What?" Qiao Jiao asked.

He always knew that the man had something to hide from him, just as Mo Jinhuai knew that he also had something hidden in his heart, they would not press each other, this was already a tacit understanding that didn't need to be said.

But now the man seems to want to take the initiative to confess something to him, which makes Qiao Jiao curious.

Mo Jinhuai also raised his face, and met Qiao Jiao's eyes: "...do you know the real reason for your mother's death?"

Qiao Jiao opened his eyes wide, he was very surprised.

What Mo Jinhuai wanted to explain to him, he thought it would be about Su Yubai, or about three years ago, or it would have something to do with the Qiao family or the Shen family.

He never thought that Mo Jinhuai would mention his mother.

"Isn't... isn't it sick?" Qiao Jiao asked cautiously, afraid of hearing some news that he couldn't accept.

"It's sickness."

Mo Jinhuai hugged Qiao Jiao even tighter: "But you may not know her real cause..."

Qiao Jiao remembered that when her mother passed away, the doctor kept saying it was a heart attack.

Congenital heart disease itself is difficult to cure. When Qiao Jiao was born, the burden was too heavy and the root cause of the disease was left behind. She was able to live in peace and contentment for more than ten years, which is already taken care of properly. Finally, she still couldn't continue to endure it.

This is why Qiao Jiao disliked his father for bringing his stepmother into the house.

The mother knew that her body was not suitable for having a child, but she still took the risk to give birth to him, but the father brought his stepmother and Qiao Chu back home less than a year after the mother passed away.

But now listen to what Mo Jinhuai said.

It seems that there is something else hidden...

Even though his body was held in Mo Jinhuai's arms and covered with a thin quilt, Qiao Jiao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body was chilled, and even his fingers trembled slightly from the cold.

He felt he was about to know something, something he hadn't thought about before, and couldn't face it.

Qiao Jiao tried her best to sound calmer: "Mo Jinhuai, what do you know?"

"Can you promise me that after you know the whole story, you will listen to me and cooperate with me...to do things?" The man stroked the boy's soft light brown hair and said seriously.

With Qiao Jiao's understanding of Mo Jinhuai, he didn't need to ask what the man needed to cooperate with.

If Mo Jinhuai is willing to tell him, he has already said it, but if he is unwilling to tell him for the time being, it is impossible to pry the man's mouth open no matter what.

Mo Jinhuai's subtext is: If you don't agree, then I will never tell you the truth.

This is no longer a negotiation, but a threat.

What the man did for him was not a multiple-choice question at all.

Wouldn't he want to know the real reason for his mother's death?

There was no other way for him to go but to agree.

Qiao Jiao nodded, expressing his willingness to cooperate.

whatever that is...

After seeing Qiao Jiao's nod, Mo Jinhuai seemed to be relieved of the air that had been stuck in his throat for a long time, and his whole body relaxed a lot, and his expression also eased: "Jiaojiao, let me take you to see someone, that one People will tell you."

Qiao Jiao sat anxiously in Mo Jinhuai's car.

The man didn't let the driver drive today, but put on his prosthetics and drove the vehicle himself to carry him.

Obviously, Mo Jinhuai didn't want a third person to know where they were going.

Even when he woke up in the morning, the man dressed him up.

Let him wear elegant and complicated new clothes, tie a beautiful bow tie, and comb his slightly long hair neatly behind his head, revealing a smooth and beautiful forehead.

Such solemnity made Qiao Jiao quite uneasy.

He almost blurted out countless times asking who he was going to see.

But after seeing Mo Jinhuai's dark eyes, he suppressed it again.

Who is Mo Jinhuai? If he doesn't want to talk about it, can he find out by asking?

So, like a doll, Qiao Jiao obediently let men play with her without saying a word...

At a certain traffic light, while waiting for the long countdown, the man suddenly reached out and took Qiao Jiao's little hand on his lap.

Qiao Jiao turned his head sideways: "What's wrong?"

Mo Jinhuai showed a very rare smile, reached his neck, and placed a light kiss on the boy's forehead: "...You look so pretty, just like the little prince walking down from the painting."

The man paused, and said seriously: "...she will definitely like you."

Qiao Jiao didn't know whether Mo Jinhuai was referring to "he" or "she", and he had no idea who the man was going to bring him to meet, but from Mo Jinhuai's expression, he got a message.

——That person is very important to Mo Jinhuai...