Seven of my nemesis want to marry me after bankruptcy

Chapter 35

When Mu Xing said this, his face was flushed, his eyes were on fire, and his whole body went from cold to hot now, even a bit aggressive.

Wei Kesong was ignited by the faint spark in Mu Xing's eyes, he subconsciously took a few steps back under Mu Xing's gaze, and shrank dryly in the corner of the sofa: "This, this, of course not!!"

Mu Xing's hands were gloved, and he crawled forward slowly, supporting Wei Kesong's sides strongly, with the hot smell of alcohol in his breath, and his eyes were blurred and focused: "Then how can I kiss you, how can I kiss you? A champion?"

His head rested on Wei Kesong's shoulder, like a coquettish feline: "How many champions do you need to let me kiss you?"

Wei Kesong was completely furious: "No number is allowed!"

After Mu Xing got drunk, the cold shell couldn't hold on anymore. He rubbed his head against the stiff Wei Kesong's neck twice, and said in an inexplicably aggrieved tone: "You can say anything, even a kiss." Can't you?"

Wei Kesong: "..." What do you mean you can't even kiss, what else do you want to do! ! !

Wei Kesong stammered: "No, it's still my first kiss!"

Mu Xing suddenly raised his head from Wei Kesong's shoulders, his eyes shone slightly as he looked at Wei Kesong's lips that had been moistened with wine: "...Three consecutive championships can..."

Wei Kesong covered his mouth tightly with both hands, and looked at Mu Xing vigilantly: "Ten consecutive championships will not work!!!!"

Mu Xing stared blankly at Wei Kesong, and retreated as if a little depressed: "Why not, don't we like each other?"

Wei Kesong was taken aback: "When did I say I like you?"

Mu Xing raised his head abruptly: "Then why would your father..."

Wei Kesong looked at Mu Xing in confusion, and asked, "What's wrong with my father?"

Mu Xing stopped in a daze, Wei Kesong's confusion didn't seem to be fake, he asked again: "My father didn't do anything other than getting mad and telling me not to indulge in online games. It's not healthy to play games and skip meals, so let me not be addicted to network anchors..."

Mu Xing's lips were tightly pressed together, the fire in his eyes dimmed, and he whispered: "It's nothing, I offended you just now, Young Master Wei."

"I'm drunk, don't take offense." Mu Xing said in a low voice.

Wei Kesong stood up from the sofa in embarrassment, and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, men do this when they're drunk, and I've seen jokes that are more extreme than this, haha..." Father Wei was more drunk than Mu Xing Wei Kesong was already used to being crazy.

Mu Xing was silent for a long time after hearing these words, lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Have you...have you ever been made a more egregious joke than this?"

Wei Kesong said honestly: "Well, it's too much, you really don't care about it, don't take it to heart." His father was drunk and ran around naked, and even dragged him to run naked together.

After Wei Kesong said this, Mu Xing looked at him straight, Wei Kesong's heart was flustered, he smiled awkwardly and shrank back: "What, Mu Xing, I have something else to do, I'm leaving first. "

After Wei Kesong finished speaking, he fled in despair.

Wei Kesong wanted to skip this matter, but he felt very strange, so he didn't feel too embarrassed to go online to find Wei Kesong to play games and chat.

Soon the people in the club discovered that the relationship between Mu Xing and Wei Shao gradually became colder.

Usually Wei Kesong used to look for Mu Xing when he wanted to play games, but after Mu Xing won the award, Wei Kesong's number of times to find Mu Xing plummeted. Before the two of them didn't play games, they were tired of being together all day long, but later even It was Wei Kesong who was playing the game, and he was looking for other team members.

The person in charge also cryptically asked Wei Shao if he wanted Mu Xing to accompany him. Wei Kesong was so frightened to death that he quickly refused, saying that he was sorry to delay Mu Xing's training, and that he could just let others play with him.

But Mu Xing didn't know where he heard that Wei Kesong didn't play games with him in order not to delay him. Mu Xing actually took the initiative to find the person in charge and said that he was willing to be delayed. Please let him and Wei Shao together, Even if it's playing with other people.

Wei Kesong's scalp was numb, and he simply said he didn't want to play anymore, not even playing the game.

But even so, when Wei Kesong occasionally went to the club to settle accounts, he would always be glued to Mu Xing.

Mu Xing saw that Wei Kesong would not do anything annoying, so he stuck behind his butt with a cold face and expressionless, followed him silently until Wei Kesong walked out of the club, and Mu Xing stood at the door of the club Ask him in a low voice when he will come over next time.

Sitting at the door like a big clingy and guarded dog waiting for him to come back next time.

Wei Kesong really couldn't bear this, his hair was falling out of his mind like crazy, Mu Xing's operation was neither too much nor too far, but Wei Kesong just felt uncomfortable looking at him, he really couldn't do it.

Wei Kesong is considering transferring the club. Mu Xing and the club have just signed a long-term contract. If the club transfers, Mu Xing will definitely follow the club.

In other words, Wei Kesong decided to sell Mu Xing, the new champion.

Not long after the news spread, someone contacted him very quickly. It was a small owner of the club he co-founded with Wei Kesong. His name was Zhang Guan, and he was quite honest.

This Zhang Guan's family actually didn't have much money, but Zhang Guan married a wife with a rich family background, and running the club with Wei Kesong was just for fun, and he didn't spend much money.

This person has always been very simple and honest in front of Wei Kesong. This time he suddenly took out a large sum of money and said that he would take over the Croissance Club. In fact, Wei Kesong was taken aback, but Zhang Guan said that Mu Xing had a bright future, and he I also want to do something in front of my wife.

Wei Kesong was investigating this person, and he made a request to the person who took over, to give Mu Xing the best treatment, Zhang Guan agreed.

Wei Kesong hesitated for a long time, but finally came to the Croissant Club to clear up the entries and go through the transfer procedures.

This club is a hot potato in the hands of a young master like him, especially after having Mu Xing.

Leaving aside the fact that Mu Xing likes him, Wei Kesong knows himself well that he is not a good manager. A player like Mu Xing deserves better and more professional people to plan carefully.

When Wei Kesong came out of the office after clearing the formalities, he began to hesitate again.

Mu Xing is a very good person, Wei Kesong really regards Mu Xing as a friend in his heart, and he still wants to check Zhang Guan's source of funds for insurance.

Wei Kesong said in his heart to wait a little longer, there is no rush to go through the formalities once they are cleared, and to check again.

He was still thinking about it, but when he turned around, he met Mu Xing who was standing at the door of the garage. Mu Xing looked cold, and there was a blank pain in his eyes, and he said, "They said, you're going to sell me."

Wei Kesong was stunned for a moment guilty, subconsciously shrank back, his eyes drifted away: "Not...not yet."

Mu Xing took a step forward, as if he had finally reached the limit of his patience, and he no longer wanted to control himself, with a rare cruelty in his eyes.

Mu Xing grabbed Wei Kesong's wrist, dragged him into the tea room, and locked the tea room neatly.

Wei Kesong was frightened, and wanted to push Mu Xing away, but Mu Xing was fierce and fierce, and trapped him tightly in his arms. The two were forced to hug each other in the narrow tea room, and the mist of boiling water ambiguously Clinging between their breaths as they struggled fiercely.

Wei Kesong said angrily. He was startled and frightened. When he saw Mu Xing's eyes that seemed to have changed, he was so frightened that he couldn't choose what to say: "Mu Xing!! What are you trying to do!! Burn me with boiling water here !"

Mu Xing's injured right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and stretched out weakly. He leaned on Wei Kesong and lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "That's how Wei Shao misses me?"

Mu Xing raised his eyes, his eyes were red as if he had been hurt: "Young Master Wei thinks that every time I follow you, I'm deliberately taking revenge, so in order to get rid of my enemy, you want to sell me?"

Wei Kesong knew he had said the wrong thing, but the scene of being coerced also made him very annoyed, and it was impossible to admit his mistake.

Wei Kesong stiffened his neck and said, "Even if I sold you, so what?"

Mu Xing looked at Wei Kesong quietly for a while, and suddenly said: "Even if you sell me, I can't do anything about it. I am a Kesong, and you can sell it to whomever you want."

After hearing this, Wei Kesong also felt that he was an asshole. He hesitated, wanted to explain and then thought of the fact that Mu Xing liked him. Wei Kesong simply became ruthless, saying that since I don't like him, I don't want to hang on to him anymore. Give it a good time.

Wei Kesong turned his head away from looking at Mu Xing, pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Since this is the case, you should also be self-aware. You are the most valuable now, and you can still make money if I sell you. When your value is not so high in the future, you will not be able to sell you." You've made a lot of money," he paused, "not to mention you're annoying."

Mu Xing stagnated quietly for a long time, and finally said: "Is it annoying if only one person likes you?"

Hearing this, Wei Kesong felt sour and soft, and almost said no, but soon forced himself to harden his heart: "Forget it."

Mu Xing didn't speak or move, he spread his hands like a statue to imprison Wei Kesong in his arms, and his breathing was short of breath.

Seeing him like this, Wei Kesong felt very sad, turned his face away and pushed him with flushed eyes: "Let go, let me go, I've already dealt with the handover procedures, you and the new boss get along well."

Wei Kesong said in his heart, silly guy, you are only 19 years old, take your three consecutive championships, ten consecutive championships, and don't waste it on a bag like me.

I'm not good enough for you, Mu Xing, Wei Kesong thought.

Mu Xing moved, and he suddenly grabbed Wei Kesong's chin, his expression was so cold that it almost froze, and his tone was dull: "Then you also said back then that I would give me whatever I want." Is it too much for you to let me go without even giving me a first kiss?"

Wei Kesong was taken aback for a moment, and Mu Xing kissed Wei Kesong's lips viciously with self-defeating pain in his eyes.