??Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Mo Tian Dad Short Protector
Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Mo Tian Dad Short Protector
Seven o’clock in the early morning.
Qiao Ruoxin opened her eyes to find herself in a man’s embrace.
She picked up her phone to check the ti, then removed the man’s arm and got out of bed to leave the bedroom.
After all, Mrs. Mo and Uncle Mo were present, and it would be quite inappropriate for them to see her sleeping in Mo Chen’s bedroom.
Qiao Ruoxin dragged her tired body towards her own room.
The dog of a man, he said just one ti, yet he couldn’t control himself at all.
As she was about to press the elevator button, Mrs. Mo appeared in the corridor, and she sobered up instantly, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.
Too awkward…
Qiao Ruoxin truly wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Mrs. Mo could obviously tell she had just co from Mo Chen’s bedroom.
Mrs. Mo walked towards her with a calm deanor, “It’s cool in the morning, and you’re not wearing much. You might catch a cold.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Mo… I understand.”
They both understood each other without saying anything further, which was probably the dignity that a lady of a distinguished family should maintain.
The elevator doors slowly opened, and Mrs. Mo stepped inside; Qiao Ruoxin followed.
“Your dress at the charity night was quite pretty,” Mrs. Mo initiated the conversation.
Qiao Ruoxin smiled faintly without answering.
“I heard that Simon has publicly expressed his intention to pursue you?”
“…”
Mrs. Mo continued, “I’m not blaming you. It’s just that I see this as a good test. I hope you do not disappoint
and my son again.”
With a ding-dong, the elevator doors slowly opened and Mrs. Mo walked out.
Qiao Ruoxin addressed the woman’s retreating figure, “I won’t let you down again.”
Mrs. Mo glanced back at her and smiled faintly, “That’s good, but don’t forget our agreent.”
…
Back in her guest room, Qiao Ruoxin lost all desire to sleep and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
When she stood in front of the vanity, seeing her reflection in the mirror, she was shocked once more.
Was this how she had looked when talking to Mrs. Mo!
Her hair was disheveled, and that dog of a man had left marks on her pale swan neck.
At that mont, she really felt an urge to find a block of tofu to crash into.
…
The dining room.
Qiao Ruoxin had left early, so only Mo Chen and Mrs. Mo were present for breakfast.
He called out, “Mom.”
Then he took a seat at the dining table.
Mrs. Mo was elegantly eating breakfast, sipping grape juice before calmly saying, “Be careful with protection. It’s not good for a woman to always take dicine.”
“…”
Mo Chen’s eyes darkened, and a faint shadow crossed his handso face as he spoke gravely, “I know.”
“Your dad is playing golf with Little Lawrence this afternoon. He wants you to join them. It seems that there might be a business collaboration discussed, and there will be people from other companies as well,” she continued.
The man’s brows furrowed slightly as he acknowledged, “Hmm.”
…
Late afternoon, Mo Family’s golf course.
Having changed his clothes, Mo Chen was sitting in a sightseeing car driving towards his father Mo Tian’s position.
He picked up his phone and dialed Little Ghost’s number once more.
He had already been hung up on three tis, a clear sign she was in a mood.
This ti, the call finally connected.
Qiao Ruoxin’s displeased voice ca from the other end, “I’m at a rehearsal. I’m going to be a guest at a senior’s concert tonight.”
“Angry?”
From the other end of the phone, a woman huffed, “Because you made
lose face.”
“Speak properly!”
This damn man really was irritable and impatient.
“This morning, when I left your bedroom, I ran into Mrs. Mo. She saw everything. It was so embarrassing.”
The man’s furrowed brows gradually smoothed out, and he let out a sneer, “So what if she saw?”
“I don’t have the thick skin you do. I felt humiliated.”
“What ti does it end tonight? I’ll pick you up.”
“Around half-past nine, there’s a dinner too, so co after ten.”
“Mhm.”
Beep… Beep…
After hanging up the phone, the sightseeing car also ca to a stop.
Mo Chen got up and walked towards his father’s retreating figure, and of course, he also saw Simon standing by the side.
His expression returned to being indifferent, entirely different from when he’d been on the phone with Qiao Ruoxin.
Mo Tian seed to be discussing sothing with Simon, the atmosphere appeared harmonious.
Mo Tian, seeing Mo Chen coming over, said with a smile, “Here cos my son. He’s two years younger than you; you’re practically of the sa age.”
“Dad.” The man stopped in his tracks.
“Let
introduce you, this is Simon from the Lawrence Family.”
“I’ve t him.” The sa words were repeated, each ti colder than the last.
Simon gave a gentle laugh, “Mo is quite famous. There’s a lot of news about him online back ho.”
Mo Tian laughed, “Oh? This brat is handso, and the young girls who like him are countless.”
Mo Tian spoke of his son with an unmistakable sense of pride.
“Indeed, rumor has it that Mo’s ex-girlfriend caught his eye when she was just a teenager. Quite a peculiar taste in relationships.”
Every word from Simon seed to be mocking Mo Chen’s psychological abnormality.
Mo Chen’s handso face was tense as he coldly glared at that trash, lips tightly pressed together, eyes full of contempt.
Mo Tian, however, laughed heartily, swinging his golf club with textbook precision.
“You cheeky rascal, she caught your eye when she was just a teenager?” Mo Tian turned around and patted Mo Chen’s shoulder with a look of admiration.
Simon was taken aback.
Mo Tian continued, “If she’s the woman you like, then make a move early. Otherwise, if you wait too long, you miss out on the first kiss, first love, first…”
Just when Mo Tian was about to say the words “first night,” Mo Chen snapped, “Dad!”
Laughing, Mo Tian said, “Otherwise, you’ll just be giving it to soone else. Our family’s style has always been to strike quickly if you like soone. Don’t hesitate. With many things, the mont you hesitate, the opportunity is lost, and it won’t co again.”
Simon felt like he was being indirectly attacked.
Like father, like son.
Then, as if suddenly rembering sothing, Mo Tian pointed at Mo Chen, “Oh, right, you rascal, you should still take precautions. That’s our duty as n as well.”
Mo Chen’s handso face showed a trace of displeasure, and he said through gritted teeth, “Do you have to discuss these issues in public? Psychological abnormality?”
“Alright, alright, let’s just play, okay? You’re getting more and more irritable, kid. How is that way to talk to your old man?”
Simon felt like an outsider, unable to interject in their conversation.
“Mr. Mo, I’m going to the restroom,” said Simon as he turned to leave.
Watching Simon leave, Mo Tian returned to normal, “That Little Lawrence has a lot of hostility towards you. Do you have so history?”
Mo Chen picked up his club, channeling all his anger into it, and swung. The white golf ball disappeared into the sky.
“He’s just trash,” the man said, his tone full of loathing.
Mo Tian looked at his son and smiled, “Son, stay calm, be cool. We want the won, and we want control. Get it?”
Mo Chen shot his father a glance full of disdain.
Why did he have to talk about love with a middle-aged man???
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