Mr. Mo, your ex-girlfriend is asking for reconciliation again

Chapter 309: Little ghost, how are you going to protect me?
She bumped her shoulder against the man's sturdy arm and asked quietly, "Is there any reward for protecting you?"

"The person is yours now, what else do you want in return?"

Mo Chen chuckled and gently shook the champagne glass in his hand.

She chuckled: "That's true..."

The man raised his lips and looked sideways at her delicate profile beside him: "Little ghost, how are you going to protect me?"

It was the first time in his life that he was protected by a woman, and she was his own woman.

This feeling... seems pretty good.

"I just protected you once, didn't you see that?"

Mo Chen frowned, and a hint of doubt emerged in his dark eyes. What happened just now... ?
She looked at the doubt in the man's eyes and couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Mo Chen, I was wrong. I thought Lu Xing'er was not your opponent, but if she plays those little tricks and methods of women, you will definitely fall into her trap accidentally."

After all, Mr. Mo is a straight man and a male chauvinist.

Mo Chen laughed, his laughter was low and full of joy: "Then you must protect me well."

……

inside the car.

On the way back, Qiao Ruoxin felt dizzy because she had drunk a lot of wine.

She lay weakly in the man's arms, and the man rubbed her temples. The atmosphere in the car was quiet and harmonious.

Qiao Ruoxin murmured softly: "Brother Mo Chen, I still have a headache. Can you focus more...?"

Mo Chen looked at the little drunk in his arms, asking for so much even when drunk, but he still increased his strength and rubbed her temples.

"Is that okay?"

"Well, so comfortable..." She closed her eyes, her eyelashes were thick and curled, and a sweet curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Don't drink so much in the future, okay?" The man's voice was deep and sexy, bewitching her while she was in a daze.

Qiao Ruoxin lay in the man's arms, holding the tie tightly in her little hands, and nodded obediently: "I know..."

After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Ruoxin slowly opened her eyes, and Mo Chen was still massaging her.

"Brother Mo Chen, are you tired?"

The man looked out the car window at the dark night, but his slender fingers were still repeating the massaging movements, rubbing her temples.

Hearing the voice, he looked back at her in his arms: "A little bit."

Qiao Ruoxin grabbed the man's hand that was massaging her: "Then you don't need to rub it anymore, just take a break."

She held the man's hand and played with it casually. The man's hands were very nice, with long fingers and distinct joints.

Suddenly, a cunning light flashed in her eyes. She picked up the man's finger and bit it gently.

As expected, Mo Chen's body stiffened instantly.

So sensitive?

Qiao Ruoxin laughed out loud.

"Kid..." The man's voice was extremely hoarse.

"What? Do you still want to be bitten by me?"

Mo Chen sneered and pinched her little face: "You are getting worse and worse."

"What if it was Lu Xing'er who bit you?"

The ambiguous atmosphere was instantly destroyed, and the man slapped her on the butt without any hesitation: "Try to say that again!"

Mo Chen felt a little nauseous just thinking about that scene.

There are some intimate actions that only this kid can do. If it were any other woman, he might not be able to control himself and kick her out.

Seeing the disdain between the man's eyebrows, Qiao Ruoxin laughed out loud: "Don't say it anymore, I was just kidding."

At this moment, her cell phone rang.

She lay in the man's arms, picked up the phone and put it to her ear to answer the call, her voice still cheerful: "I'm Qiao Ruoxin, who are you?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the line: "It's me."

For a moment, Qiao Ruoxin's smile froze on her face, and her whole body was stiff.

It's Uncle Lawrence...

Mo Chen naturally noticed her abnormality and lowered his head to examine the subtle changes in her expression.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" She forced herself to calm down. "I heard from Simon that you refused to come back no matter what, and even your mother didn't care about you anymore."

Listening to Lawrence's voice on the phone, she really wanted to ask: Are you really my biological father?
She slowly sat up straight, left Mo Chen's arms, moved closer to the window on the other side, and said, "Yes, I don't want to go back anyway."

"You don't like America, or you don't like us? Our care for you over the past two years didn't impress you?"

"Yes!" Her tone was full of determination.

"Okay, then you stay there for now, but you don't have the final say on marriage."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

Qiao Ruoxin wanted to say something, but the phone was hung up.

Although Uncle Lawrence didn't say a harsh word, she felt a silent sense of threat.

Mo Chen looked at her silence and asked, "Is it Lawrence?"

"Um……"

The atmosphere in the car was quiet, so Mo Chen could hear everything she said clearly.

The car slowly entered Jiang Mansion No. 1.

After returning to the villa, the man did not go upstairs directly, but sat on the sofa in the living room.

"You're not going upstairs?"

She felt a little strange, so she stopped and looked at the man on the sofa.

Mo Chen sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette and held it between his thin lips, ready to light it with a lighter.

"You go up first, I'll have a cigarette."

Smoking again!
The moment the man opened his lighter, the cigarette between his lips was suddenly taken away by Qiao Ruoxin.

He frowned in displeasure, but unexpectedly, an orange lollipop was handed to his lips.

"Stop smoking and eat this."

Mo Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the lollipop in front of him. Why would a grown man like him eat a lollipop?

"If you don't want to eat it, take it away."

The dog's temper is coming up again!
Qiao Ruoxin frowned: "If you smoke, you are not allowed to go back to the bedroom to sleep tonight!"

The man raised his eyes and glared at her, but Qiao Ruoxin glared back at him. The two of them were in a stalemate and neither of them was willing to admit defeat.

In the end, it was Mo Chen who compromised first.

There was a hint of helplessness on his handsome face. He opened his thin lips and bit the lollipop.

Instantly, the sweet taste of orange spreads on the tip of the tongue.

The man frowned in disdain: "It tastes terrible."

"Can it still smell like cigarettes? Don't take it out. I'm going to take a shower."

After saying this, Qiao Ruoxin went upstairs.

The man looked back at the slender figure and laughed out loud.

The handsome and tall Mr. Mo leaned on the sofa, holding a lollipop between his thin lips, with a doting smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

Mo Chen sat up straight instantly, his expression turning serious.

He picked up the phone and put it to his ear: "What's going on?"

"Mr. Mo, the video is finally finished. It's good enough to fool the eyes of laymen. Should I send it to you for your review?"

"send it."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Chen took out the lollipop from his mouth and quickly opened the video received on his phone.

After reading it, the smile on his face became even more intense.

He dialed the number and gave the order: "Send it out."

"Yes!"

The man leaned back on the sofa with a comfortable and lazy look, then continued to put the lollipop into his mouth and closed his eyes.

　Mo Ye's revenge plan is about to begin~O(∩_∩)O
　　
　
(End of this chapter)