Looking for praise, he turned to Ye Jiuliang, "Look, isn’t it quite beautiful?"
Ye Jiuliang gazed at the motorcycle on the table, surprise twinkling in her eyes.
This motorcycle...
It was the one she had ridden the first ti she participated in a professional race.
She shifted her gaze to his face, pale with cold, her look suddenly growing complex.
From the mont he saw her in the pharmacy, he had been calling her "sister." Where on earth did this guy co from?
Even Aqian couldn’t find any information on him. Was his appearance a coincidence or intentional?
Seeing that Ye Jiuliang wasn’t reacting, Mo Chen’s smile gradually faded, "Sister, don’t you like it?"
Skipping his question, Ye Jiuliang pointed to the room on the left, her voice indifferent, "The guest room is there. Go clean yourself up."
Mo Chen looked down at his wet clothes and obediently nodded.
Hearing the door close, Ye Jiuliang turned to the person beside her, "Mohan, what do you think?"
Li Mochan glanced at the motorcycle on the table and uttered three words, "Missing a screw."
"Heh heh."
Ye Jiuliang let out a laugh, it seed he shared her sentint, their thoughts strikingly similar.
"This." Li Mochan pointed at the motorcycle on the table, his voice deep and commanding, "You’re not keeping it."
Hearing the sound of a tipped-over vinegar jar, Ye Jiuliang laughed and fell into his embrace, "Could it be, Mr. Li the Fifth, that you’re jealous of a kid?"
Li Mochan was silent, his furrowed brow spelling out "dissatisfied."
Stopping her laughter, Ye Jiuliang toyed with his large hand, "Then buy one tomorrow."
Without hesitation, Li Mochan nodded, very generous, "We’ll go together tomorrow, buy a few more."
Ye Jiuliang smiled, eyes creased, and pushed her luck, "Can I also have so instant noodles by the way?"
Li Mochan, "Hungry?"
Ye Jiuliang nodded.
"Not setting a precedent." Li Mochan agreed readily this ti.
After washing up, Mo Chen erged wearing a set of white sports clothes that Li Mochan had taken from Jiang Yisheng’s room, all brand new.
The air was filled with enticing aromas, and Mo Chen smacked his lips, following the scent until his eyes t Ye Jiuliang’s.
Ye Jiuliang’s voice was cool as she said, "Co here."
Mo Chen walked over barefooted and carefully sat down across from her.
"This is for you, take it and eat." Ye Jiuliang pushed one of the cups of instant noodles towards him, her manner neither warm nor cold.
Mo Chen, who had never eaten instant noodles, was full of confusion, "What is this?"
Ye Jiuliang’s hand paused as she opened the lid of the instant noodles, "..."
Another one who hadn’t seen instant noodles before.
Ignorant and isolated.
"Instant noodles," she said.
Mo Chen uttered an "Oh" and mimicked her actions, tearing open the lid of the instant noodles and began eating with a fork.
Having had nothing to eat since noon and having been caught in the rain, Mo Chen was famished and wolfed down the food.
Ye Jiuliang slurped a mouthful and turned to Li Mochan with a teasing tone, "Compared to him, the look on your face when you first ate instant noodles seed like I was forcing you."
Li Mochan feigned confusion, "Really?"
Ye Jiuliang pouted, really? Of course.
Suddenly, a timid voice asked from across, "Is there any more?"
Ye Jiuliang looked at Mo Chen, whose cup of instant noodles was already at the bottom, with just so soup left.
She casually asked, "Tastes good?"
Mo Chen nodded vigorously like a pecking chicken, "Tasty."
"You’ve never had it before?"
"No." There were never such things at his house, and even snacks were severely restricted by his mother.
Ye Jiuliang pointed in the direction of the kitchen for him, "There’s more on the kitchen table. Read the instructions and add hot water yourself."
Having received permission, Mo Chen stood up and walked toward the kitchen.
Before long, he returned with two buckets of instant noodles.
Ye Jiuliang was speechless; could he really finish two buckets?
Sitting back on the sofa, Mo Chen started eating a bucket of instant noodles.
If Mo Yu saw this, she would be furious to the point of insanity.
Quietly waiting for him to finish, Ye Jiuliang spoke slowly, "It’s getting late, why don’t you call soone from your family to pick you up?"
Mo Chen’s hand, holding the napkin, tightened, his gaze hopeful as he looked at her, "Can I co here again in the future?"
Before Ye Jiuliang could answer, Li Mochan preempted with a rejection, "No."
The icy voice sent a chill down Mo Chen’s spine; he steeled himself and looked toward Ye Jiuliang, "May I?"
Letting him in had already been an act of soft-heartedness on her part. She did not have the compassion of a Buddha. Ye Jiuliang said, "No."
Mo Chen’s lips pressed tightly together, his expression a bit forlorn.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I can’t accept the motorcycle. You should take it back," Ye Jiuliang continued.
Mo Chen looked at the motorcycle, which was still in its unwrapped box, feeling a sourness in his nose.
He stood up abruptly, "I’ll be leaving now."
After hurrying to say this, he didn’t even take his things and turned to run out.
Ye Jiuliang looked up at Li Mochan, "What’s happening?"
"As long as he’s gone, that’s good enough," Li Mochan said nonchalantly, lifting her in his arms.
All he cared about was that no one bothered his little wolf cub; they could go wherever they pleased.
Ye Jiuliang asked, "What about the things on the table?"
"They’ll be sent back tomorrow," his deep voice fading around the staircase corner.
...
After having dinner with Allen and others, it was not early anymore, so Ji Mingqian and his companion didn’t wander around and went straight back to the hotel.
As usual, the bathroom was first occupied by Jiang Yisheng.
Just as he was rinsing the foam from his head, the hot water suddenly turned cold, sending a shiver through Jiang Yisheng.
Damn, who turned off the hot water?
He grabbed a towel to wrap his hair and tried to adjust the water heater, but there was no response.
With no other option, he had to seek help from outside, "Ji Mingqian."
On the other side, Ji Mingqian, who was replying to a ssage from Chu Chen, heard soone calling him from the bathroom. He put down his phone and stood up to walk over.
"What’s wrong?"
"There’s no hot water," Jiang Yisheng said helplessly, leaning against the door.
"Is it possible that the water heater is broken?"
"I don’t know."
Ji Mingqian frowned and knocked on the door, "Open up, let check."
"Wait a second," Jiang Yisheng said as he grabbed a bathrobe and casually wrapped it around himself.
After waiting a mont, the sound of the door lock turning could be heard.
Jiang Yisheng pushed the door open, and the steam billowed out, mingling with the pleasant scent of shampoo.
With his long legs taking just a few strides, Ji Mingqian reached the water heater and tried adjusting it, but there was no issue with it.
It looked like the malfunction was on the hotel’s side.
"Wait here for a mont, I’ll call and ask," he said.
He turned and briskly walked out; Jiang Yisheng followed him, pressing the towel to his head.
After Ji Mingqian made the call, it was confird that it wasn’t just their room that was without hot water; other rooms were also affected. The hotel had experienced a technical malfunction and was being repaired; it might take about fifteen minutes.
After hanging up, he turned and t Jiang Yisheng’s inquiring gaze.
"How did it go?"
"Just take a seat for a while. There’s been a malfunction, the whole hotel is without hot water. The repair is going to take another ten or so minutes." As he spoke, Ji Mingqian reached for the remote and turned on the room’s heating system.
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