??Chapter 81: Chapter 81: What’s Your Ex-Boyfriend’s Last Na?
Chapter 81: Chapter 81: What’s Your Ex-Boyfriend’s Last Na?
One o’clock in the early morning.
Variety show recording site.
Soon, Qiao Ruoxin and Song Yingying are going to play a word guessing ga.
She, looking slightly pale, leaned in close to Song Yingying’s ear, “Let’s make it quick later. I think I’m about to start my period, and it’s kind of painful.”
Song Yingying looked surprised, “Why does this have to happen at such an inconvenient ti?”
“I don’t want it either…”
The host on stage said, “Alright, next up is our adorable Song Yingying and Mortal Princess Qiao Ruoxin’s ga ti.”
Qiao Ruoxin stood with her back to the big screen, fighting hard against the cramps.
Song Yingying looked at the two characters displayed on the big screen: cuttlefish.
Oh my God!
How is she supposed to guess this?
Song Yingying’s first reaction in her mind was, “What’s the surna of your ex-boyfriend!”
Imdiately, the whole place erupted in screams, and the audience, far from sleepy, was now wide awake.
Who doesn’t know that Qiao Ruoxin’s ex-boyfriend is Mo Chen!
“Mo?”
The screams intensified below.
Song Yingying continued to ask, “That, that… the first character is right, it’s a kind of food we eat, the first character is ‘mo’!”
“Cuttlefish!”
“Right!”
Qiao Ruoxin felt a bit helpless.
Now she would be linked with Mo Chen in trending searches again. The show’s producers wouldn’t let go of such hot material.
…
Two o’clock in the early morning, the recording of the program finally ended.
Everyone started their journey back to the training camp.
Kong Ling looked at Qiao Ruoxin beside her, harboring a growing resentnt.
She had wanted to perform well this ti, but everybody had been distracted by that ‘What’s the surna of your ex-boyfriend’.
The car slowly stopped.
Qiao Ruoxin looked fragile as she was helped down from the car by Song Yingying.
The bodyguard who had been secretly protecting Qiao Ruoxin imdiately called Mo Chen to report.
“Boss Mo, Miss Qiao doesn’t look too good after coming back from recording the show and seems very weak, needing soone to support her as she got out of the car.”
“…”
…
After returning to her room, Qiao Ruoxin took a shower and went straight to bed.
Every ti she got her period, she had to suffer through one day, in agony.
Fine cold sweat erged on her clean, fair forehead, and she furrowed her brows.
The door to the room quietly opened and a tall figure entered, sitting by her bed in the darkness.
The man used a tissue to wipe away the cold sweat appearing on her forehead.
Looking at her in pain, writhing, his warm, large palm covered her lower abdon, gently massaging it.
Gradually, Qiao Ruoxin fell into a stable and comfortable sleep.
At that mont, her phone received a ssage.
Mo Chen picked up her phone and glanced at it: [Your period is coming soon, rember to drink ginger sugar water in advance.]
It was from an unfamiliar number.
Anger invaded his dark eyes imdiately, his handso face tense, and a sense of oppression began brewing.
He looked at the number again and then morized it.
Mo Chen glanced at her peaceful sleeping face and then stood up to leave.
As though he had never been there at all.
——The next day, early morning.
Qiao Ruoxin opened her eyes and stretched, then picked up her phone to check it. After seeing that ssage, she directly deleted and blocked the number.
She sat up and dialed Mo Chen’s number.
It connected quickly.
“Mo Chen, did you co over last night?”
“No.”
She frowned slightly, “Really? Why do I feel like soone was helping
massage for a long ti?”
“That was your illusion.”
“…” Qiao Ruoxin chuckled, “I thought you lost on the very first day.”
A scornful laugh ca through the phone, “I don’t lose!”
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