"Mo Xin, do you dare to accept it!"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Ye Hao with even more playfulness.

At this moment, Mo Xin even covered her mouth and chuckled, "So that's how it is!"

"When I went down the mountain, the teacher told me that I can experience everything when I travel down the mountain."

"It's just that you must not be entangled by the little boy who eats soft food hard."

"I didn't understand it before, but now I finally understand it."

"It's rare in the world to be able to eat soft rice so confidently!"

Speaking of this, Mo Xin looked at Ye Hao with a half-smile.

"Boss Xing, I suggest you find another man."

"There are so many brothers and sisters around me, which one do you like, I will introduce it to you."

"What a little girl, why bother with this kind of boy?"

Hearing Mo Xin's words, a group of brothers and sisters around her laughed meaningfully.

"Mo Xin, stop talking so much nonsense."

Ye Hao didn't dwell too much on this topic.

"I'll ask you, do you dare to gamble with me?"

"Didn't you say conclusively that these rough stones are all waste?"

"If that's the case, are you still afraid of me?"

"Or, in fact, there are many emeralds in these rough stones!"

"You did this on purpose, just to make the Xing family mistakenly think that these rough stones are broken metal, so that after they lose them, it will be convenient for you to pick up the broken pieces!"

"If you're really poor to this extent, just open your mouth and I can give you a little."

"Why play this kind of green tea whore-like scheming, it's not interesting at all, is it?"

"You don't dare to bet with me. It's because you're scared, right?"

Hearing Ye Hao's words, Mo Xin's cold eyes suddenly turned cold at this moment.

She squinted her long and narrow eyes and looked Ye Hao up and down, and then laughed out a "chick".

"Afraid?"

"I, Mo Xin, grew up and didn't know how to write when I'm afraid of words!"

"At the age of three, I dared to dissect cats and dogs by myself!"

"Six years old, I dare to go to the grave to spend the night!"

"Nine years old, I have already learned to carry back corpses from the morgue!"

"In my whole life, I don't know how to write when I'm afraid of words." JrNovels.com