Chapter 174: Strip Him in the Hallway
[Warning: ML is still running his dirty mouth. You might want to stab soone after reading this chapter.]
"Answer ," he commanded.
"Mo Qingchen," she moaned, grinding down on him again.
"That doesn't answer my question." He grazed his teeth on her earlobe as he popped open the button of her pants and she felt a new rush of wetness between her thighs.
"Yes. I'm wet for you." Her voice was forceful, demanding that he speed up. She didn't know why she was so turned on, but so of it had to do with the leftover tension from the night before.
"Yeah? What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Just take off my fucking pants already!" she groaned. She needed to put sothing in her.
"Well, I guess you will have to take your vibrator's help after I leave." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"What?" she breathed, confused.
"I'm offering you advice. You have so much to do and I need to leave too…" he trailed off, his tone punishing.
"What?" she asked again, starting to catch on but thinking that surely he must be joking.
"I just rembered that Xiong Hua cooked a lot of food. I need to get ho," he answered, sliding Qian ng off his lap so that she was sitting on the bed next to him.
"What?"
"I know. It sucks." He stood up and adjusted himself. "But it's okay, right? I an, you can just rub one out after I leave. You have a eting tomorrow, so best of luck." He seed oddly delighted at the turn of events.
"What?" she scread, unable to say anything else.
Was he serious? Was the whole reason for pulling her back because he wanted revenge? Because Yun Qian ng was not going ho? How childish and stupid.
"I have a eting tomorrow! How will I go like this?" she shouted after him.
"Goodnight, Qian ng." He smirked as he walked to the door.
"Are you serious? Please tell you are joking…" she said as he opened the door.
"No. Not joking. I'm just as serious about leaving as you are about not coming ho."
She fud.
"Good luck with your… issue." Mo Qingchen walked out and closed the door behind him. Qian ng lunged at the door, flung it open to find him walking down the corridor. He was really leaving.
"You'll pay for this!" she scread after him. He didn't turn back.
In that mont, Yun Qian ng didn't know if she wanted to murder Mo Qingchen or strip him in the hallway and ride him to heaven. She decided to neither and went inside the room.
With the door closed and the distance growing between them, Yun Qian ng suddenly felt like crying. She really needed so sort of relief. And she had already packed her handy vibrator. There was no way she would unpack all her things to find it. This was a disaster.
Of course, Mo Qingchen knew this and he did it on purpose. She ford a devious plan in her mind, but what was the use? What was the use when she couldn't stop thinking about him under her?
Fine.
She would just finish the processes.
She called the front desk first and made a standing order to clear all dues. Then she called the moving company to make sure they would arrive early tomorrow morning and pick up her stuff.
She sat in one of the managerial rooms after she was done talking to everyone and cancelled her long-term living accommodation. She paid for her parking and any other services she had taken in the past.
Her wallet almost hurt when she was done with all of it.
When she drove out of the hotel, she felt like crying.
How effectively Mo Qingchen had manipulated her into coming ho. That scoundrel, leaving her high and dry when he knew she needed a clear head to function. She was going to show him the aning of blue balls!
When she arrived at Mo Qingchen's house, the security guard was waiting outside. He was waiting outside like he was expecting her. She groaned as she looked at him.
"Xiong Hua has told you that I am moving in, right?" Yun Qian ng asked. The guard nodded. He didn't look impressed though.
"Do you want to park your car in the garage?" he responded.
Qian ng nodded. "Yes, that would be great. Keep it to the front. I use the car all the ti," she inford lightly. "I'll leave you to it, then!" she chirped before practically sprinting into the house.
Xiong Hua saw her running and stared. "Mr. Mo is in his study!" she called after Qian ng, who had rushed past the housekeeper.
Xiong Hua shook her head and chuckled. Things were going to get interesting in the usually cold and silent mansion.
Yun Qian ng was standing in front of the study and she sucked in a deep breath. She opened the door fuming and found Mo Qingchen with his glasses on, talking to soone on the phone.
From the sound of things, it was about his investnts outside China. Looking at the ti and the intensity with which he spoke, it was going to be a long conversation.
She had half-a-mind to climb him while he was talking business. That shit was hot. But she despised people who interrupted her work. It would be the sa for him. She didn't know if he saw her but she closed the door without saying a word and went to his bedroom.
Snuggled into his pillow, she waited for him to return. The exhaustion finally took over and she felt asleep.
It was almost ti for Yun Qian ng to wake up when Mo Qingchen returned to his room. He had seen Yun Qian ng and was hoping to wrap up work, but the chance never ca. Instead, the people on the call kept talking in circles and the mounting problems that needed imdiate attention kept him away.
Seeing her spread out on his bed, he couldn't help but smile. She did look exhausted and rather pissed off even in her sleep. His lips curled up and he tilted his head to the side.
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