Shui Qing Mo's heart was thrown into panic, and in an instant, her delicate body fell into a wide embrace.

Her eyes opened wide and met a face that seemed almost sculpted and almost perfect.

She could even feel the scent of a man emanating from his body, as well as the pleasant scent of cologne …

She blushed and stood up in a flustered manner.

The more anxious he was, the more his body wouldn't listen to him.

He lost his balance and fell down, his face almost buried between the man's legs …

At that moment, she really wished she could find a hole to hide in.

She used the greatest amount of strength she could muster to stand up, then covered her face and ran away without looking back.

Seeing her gentle back disappear into the crowd, Mei Mu Tian smirked and laughed lazily.

Between his legs, the scent of a girl seemed to remain.

His playful gaze leisurely landed on the ID card in his hand …

Image: Sis Feng's picture.

Name: Your goddess.

Address: 44 No Return Street, City, Department of Hell

Identity number: 666666666666666666666 (Dear, I wish you all the best in your life. It turns out that you were the one who was successful when I ran away.

"Hehe …"

Uncle Sen was stunned, this was the first time he saw Mei Mu Tian's smile on the street.

That smile was like the first moon in autumn, displaying nobility and elegance.

Lord Mo was like jade, a peerless young master.

"Bang …" Two women bumped into each other on the crosswalk not far away.

"Hey, how did you walk?"

"I... "No, how did you walk?"

… ….

Mei Mu Tian lightly floated and slowly withdrew his gaze from his identity card.

He ignored the noise and returned to the front of the car in two steps, "Uncle Sen, get in."

After fastening his seat belt, Uncle Sen carefully looked at Mei Mu Tian through the rearview mirror.

Seeing that he was not in a mood, she said: "Sir, why don't you give me her identity and phone number. I will ask Rotor's aid to look it up."

Mei Mu Tian's thin lips formed a straight line, as he quietly looked at the front of the car, and said: "Drive."

Uncle Sen could only reply respectfully, "Yes."

He was a little confused, and did not understand what Mei Mu Tian meant by this.

However, Mei Mu Tian still did not have any reaction, he quietly leaned back in his chair, his mind thinking back to the information on the fake ID card.

As for the message on his phone, he didn't even look at it. That must be a fake. There wouldn't be a phone number for that girl.

This was the first time he had encountered a girl who could escape unscathed after committing a crime in front of him since his return to T City.

Thinking of her soft, jade—like body and her pure and beautiful face, his lips couldn't help but curl up into a beautiful smile.

… ….

"Miss, please pick any one of these." The designer of the beautiful design house took the coupon from Shui Qing Mo and handed over to her with a smile.

Shui Qing Mo flipped through the pages impatiently, all of them were extremely beautiful, but what she did not need the most right now, was just a few pages, and said: "Do you have a figure that can make people ugly?"

The designer's mouth formed an "O" shape, "Miss, are you serious?" He had only seen people spend money to make him beautiful, and this was the first time he had seen someone that wanted to make him ugly. Although this was only a coupon, the coupon was only 5,000 yuan.

"Mm, I'm serious." Shui Qing Mo blew at Liuhai, "Hurry, I'm in a hurry, the uglier, the better. I'll trouble you to settle everything in half an hour."

The designer looked at the girl in the mirror with some embarrassment. It was a pity to make her look so ugly, but it did not suit his aesthetic standards. "How about I make you older? Is this okay?"

Shui Qing Mo's eyes lit up, "That's fine, but let's make it into the shape of a noble woman who looks to be around forty fifty years old."

"Forty or fifty years old..." The designer repeated this number. Although he didn't think it was good, it was better than having an ugly woman appear in his hands. It would ruin his reputation, "Okay."

Thus, Shui Qing Mo closed her eyes and fell asleep inside the light music design room. She had been so busy recently that she thought it would be good if she had around 48 hours of time per day, no, 72 hours was better …

"Miss, wake up." 30 minutes later, Shui Qing Mo was woken up, she opened her eyes in a daze, the short circuit in her brain took 3 seconds to connect, only then did she remember where she was.

"You're done?" Raising his head to look at himself in the mirror, he saw that his long hair had been tied into a bun for the first time, and there was also an aged black hairpin on his hair. Looking at himself in the mirror, his long hair had been tied into a bun for the first time, and there was a aged black hairpin on his head.

"Miss, you're too young, so there's a bit of a problem …" The designer looked at her with a troubled expression. She clearly had such a pretty and delicate face, but why did she have to act like an old woman? She was the guest and the guest was the largest, so he could only follow the customer's request to make up.

"Alright, I'm in a hurry. Help me pick out a piece of clothing that can change me into my forties or fifties."

"Ok, right away." Seeing that she had no objections, the designer heaved a sigh of relief and quickly chose a cheongsam that suited her size. It had a light blue bottom with large peonies embroidered on it. It was the most popular style among the rich ladies of the world.

Shui Qing Mo looked at the colorful qipao, she did not have time to choose, if she hesitated, it would be too late. She remembered that Wen Shu Shu also liked to wear clothes like this. Wen Shu Shu was already in her fifties, that was not wrong.

Half an hour later, Shui Qing Mo painfully paid the driver and jumped out of the taxi. If she was not twenty minutes late, she would not have hailed a taxi no matter what, it was such a waste of money. In the following week, she could only eat two meals a day.

He raised his head and looked at the high class clubhouse. water cloud was a very elegant name, but it was only a night training ground.

"Miss, one or the other?"

"I have an appointment." Shui Qing Mo nodded his head lightly, ignoring the gazes that the surrounding people were looking at him with. Her clothes looked very elegant, but her entire appearance gave off a feeling of thirty years of age, and thinking of the noble young master that Wen Shu Shu was talking about, who was only twenty years old, the one who was the most conceited at that age, he would definitely not like her, who looked like a 'middle—aged lady Xu'er'.

"Do I need to lead the way?" The guest politely reminded Shui Qing Mo.

"No need." She took out her phone and checked the text that Wen Shu Shu had sent her. Then, she stepped on her uncomfortable high heels and headed towards the VIP room.

Cheongsam could only be worn with high—heeled shoes, which made it difficult for someone like her who had never worn high—heeled shoes before. She didn't feel it when she was on the train, but now that she was moving towards the box, she realized how uncomfortable it was to wear it.

"Ahh …" Just as she thought that she would fall to the ground with glory, a powerful long arm grabbed her waist and pulled her over to lean on a man's chest.

The clear scent of mint mixed with tobacco filled's nose, causing her to subconsciously raise her head. Mei Mu Tian's beautiful handsome face entered her eyes in an instant, her small mouth slightly opened, and muttered: "Ape poop … …"

Two times a night. This Mei Kai twice was too f * cking terrible ….