Mo Qiang pursed her lips and stopped moving around; she didn't know what kind of trap was waiting for her and decided that it was better for her to stay put. Who knows what kind of Pandora's box she might open if she were to touch sothing that was not supposed to be touched?
"Ah, Miss Mo, your highness, Second Miss Mo," a r walked over to where Mo Qiang and the rest were sitting. He smiled at the three of them and bowed ninety degrees, "Its an honour to et with you, your highness. I wasn't aware that you were coming."
"I wasn't aware too, Lord Que," Fu Qi Hong smiled at Lord Que while glancing at Mo Qiang, who smiled back at him with an embarrassed expression on her face.
What could she do? She was now relying on Fu Qi Hong to bring her safe and sound, in case she and her virtue were to fall in danger.
Fu Qi Hong snorted seeing her sheepish smile and turned to look at Lord Que before introducing him to Mo Qiang and Mo Xifeng, "This is Lord Que; he is the husband of the current Imperial Marquis, Madam Fang."
"Nice to et you, Lord Que," Mo Qiang stood up and bowed her head before greeting Lord Que who bowed his body slightly and smiled at Mo Qiang before saying, "There is no need for you to be so formal with , Miss Mo. I and his highness are good friends. Isn't that right, your highness?"
Lord Que glanced at Fu Qi Hong, who humd in response before pulling Mo Qiang down and making her sit next to her.
When Lord Que saw the actions of Fu Qi Hong, he raised a brow. Though he didn't see anything shocking, the fact alone that Fu Qi Hong was trying to sit with a woman and was being so close with her was enough. After all, he knew very well that even though Fu Qi Hong smiled and pretended to be nice to other won, he was only nice to them on a surface level.
If he was being truthful, Fu Qi Hong was like a bad-tempered, fuming cat. He hardly allowed anyone to be close to him and those who could get close to him were not allowed to dote on anyone other than himself.
Lord Que glanced at Fu Qi Hong and wondered if this r could even adjust himself with Mo Qiang, who was already married with three rs.
As far as he knew, Fu Qi Hong was too possessive of those whom he loved.
"What's the matter?" Fu Qi Hong asked as he noticed Lord Que looking at Mo Qiang. Though he was still smiling and looked lazy and languid, Lord Que knew that there was nothing relaxed about that posture; if he did not look away from Mo Qiang, Fu Qi Hong might really pounce on him.
'You damn r, have you forgotten that I am already married?' Lord Que thought with a twitch of his brows. He then shook his head and smiled at Mo Qiang before saying to her, "Do you know that his highness Jinrou has planned to stay here for two nights? He even planned all kinds of gas to play with us."
"What?" Mo Qiang thought that it was just a small party but she never knew that it was going to go for three days.
"Ahaha," Lord Que saw the look on her face and was amused. He covered his mouth and remarked, "It seems like you truly didn't know about the details. This yacht is heading to the Spyce Star, where the newly ford planets will align in a straight line. Because the sight is really pretty and rare, many of the officials agreed to this cruise. But it seems to that you had no idea about it."
"Of course not!" Mo Qiang exclaid. She was thinking about whether to refuse the invitation and return ho when the notification screen popped in front of her again.
[Collect at least twenty spices from the Spyce Star.]
Mo Qiang: "..."
You are really my good system.
She raised her hand and pressed it on her forehead. Feeling annoyed and frustrated, she didn't want to stay with Fu Jinrou for two nights and three days but it seed like she had no other choice!
Fu Qi Hong glanced at the woman beside him; when he saw her expressions changing, he knew that there was sothing going on with her. However, when she did not say that she wanted to leave, he simply turned a blind eye to what was going on and questioned Lord Que, "What kind of gas has my dear cousin co up with?"
"Oh, nothing; for now he has decided to play with a couple dodgeball," replied Lord Que with a frown. "I don't know what that r is thinking. After all, there are so rs who are neither engaged nor married. What will they do? I am afraid that his highness Jinrou has sothing planned in his head, your highness."
"Of course he does." Fu Qi Hong sneered as he turned to look at Mo Qiang. "It seems like he is determined to get you in his bed, Miss Qiang," he whispered as he pinched Mo Qiang on the waist once again.
"Achoo!" Xie Jie raised his hands and cupped his nose and mouth as he sneezed.
"Are you okay?" His agent looked up worriedly when he saw Xie Jie sneeze. "Are you feeling sick? Do you want to get you so dicines?"
Xie Jie was now getting popular, and this ti around he was working under a famous director. One could say that he was just a few steps away from exploding into popularity. How could he get sick at such a ti?
Agent Chen was worried that sothing might happen to Xie Jie and imdiately sent the little assistant to get so chicken soup that was being sold at a small stall set up by an elderly r.
"I am fine." Xie Jie wiped his nose and then turned to look at his agent, "You are worrying too much—"
"Ah darling! You are really here!"
Before Xie Jie could finish speaking, soone rushed forward and hugged him.
Agent Chen: "..."
Xie Jie: "..."
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