Yan Yiheng didn’t answer, directly dragged Qiao Mo upstairs, and threw her into a n’s clothing store.
"Yan Yiheng, what exactly do you want to do?" Qiao Mo frowned tightly.
"Pick a gift for Third Brother."
Qiao Mo was taken aback, only then realizing that he was actually asking her to choose a birthday gift for Fu Nancheng.
Qiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she’d never understand the thought processes of these n in her lifeti.
In the silence, Yan Jiu tossed her a card: "Use this."
Qiao Mo instinctively caught it and looked up, only to see that he had already seated himself on the sofa, leaving her standing there foolishly.
"Miss, is it for soone?" the sales assistant had already approached her side, speaking warmly with a smile.
Qiao Mo clutched the card in her hand silently, looked at Yan Yiheng’s figure, and ultimately chose a black wallet for Fu Nancheng.
About an hour later, Yan Yiheng brought Qiao Mo to the nightclub. He walked in front, with Qiao Mo following behind, always maintaining a certain distance from him.
This man was too dangerous and wicked; she definitely didn’t want to get too close to him.
As they approached the private room door, Yan Jiu’s phone rang. He turned and said to Qiao Mo, "Go in."
After speaking, he walked to a corner to take the call.
Qiao Mo stood in front of the private room door, feeling a bit nervous, inexplicably recalling the ti she pleaded with him here and then ran away crying.
She stood motionless in front of the door, just feeling a cold, fierce gaze behind her, like a sharp blade. When she turned her head slightly, she t Yan Jiu’s gloomy face, clearly dissatisfied with her dawdling.
Breathed a sigh of relief, Qiao Mo pushed the door open and went in.
The private room was a scene of debauchery, with faint smoke, alcohol, and won’s perfu scents intertwining amidst flickering lights and music...
Amidst bursts of singing and laughter, the sound of n and won frolicking filled the air.
Upon entering, she imdiately sensed a familiar gaze. Looking up, she saw the man sitting in the shadows.
It had been over twenty days since they last t, causing Qiao Mo to montarily lose focus upon seeing him.
As always, he exuded a faint aura of a king, cold and deep, noble yet aloof.
Fu Nancheng was also stunned upon seeing her, so much so that the ash on his cigarette had grown quite long.
Didn’t she refuse to co?
His gaze softened a bit, but before he could speak, Qiao Mo had already averted her eyes, clearly not intending to greet him.
As Qiao Mo entered, several gazes in the room fell upon her, so eager, evidently mistaking her for a hostess there, though recognizing her rare aura was distinct.
Just then, a young man approached, draping an arm over Qiao Mo’s shoulder: "Little sister, what’s your na?"
Qiao Mo frowned, removing his arm.
The man wasn’t annoyed, looking to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a reasonably good appearance, but his deanor carried a touch of frivolity.
Qiao Mo ignored him, finding a corner to sit down.
Unexpectedly, the man followed her, plopping down beside her, pouring her a glass of wine: "Why does little sister seem unhappy?"
Qiao Mo remained silent without uttering a word, got up to change seats.
Unexpectedly, the man followed her again. After she sat down, another man on the side began chatting with her.
Qiao Mo remained silent, but soon, the man’s hand restlessly landed on her thigh. Qiao Mo removed his hand, frowning as she said, "Sir, I’m not a hostess here."
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