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

Chapter 353 Then You Should Carry Me Up

As the night deepened, the huge old house was filled with cold and chilly winds, which was extremely eerie.

Qiao Ruoxin looked at Mo Chen in distress: "What should we do now? Without a map card, we are just searching here aimlessly. How long will it take for us to find the pink crystal ball?"

"Let's go."

The man took her hand and continued walking along the corridor.

But she held Mo Chen back and said, "Or else, let's get the map card back. This place is too big and it will take a long time to find it."

Mo Chen looked at the worry in her eyes, smiled and touched her head: "It's okay, I have memorized the map."

? ? ? ?
A light suddenly appeared in her dull eyes.

Are all top students so willful? This bastard only glanced at the map for a few times, and he remembered it already?
"You really remember it?"

"Well, I'm trying to figure out where the boxes will be placed."

I have to say, when this guy is serious, his hormones are overflowing and he is so handsome!
Qiao Ruoxin stared at the man's handsome face, and a hint of admiration appeared in her eyes.

He is worthy of being the man she chose, excellent!

Of course, she was only saying these words in her heart, she didn't want to say them out loud, lest Mo Chen get carried away.

She and Mo Chen came to the reception room of the old house and looked around, but still couldn't find the box.

Mo Chen: "There should be a box at this location, go to the room at the back and check."

So they went to the back room and illuminated every corner of the room with a flashlight, and sure enough, they saw a box on the bed.

Qiao Ruoxin walked over and opened it, but it was still empty.

"Why is it empty again?"

Mo Chen closed his eyes and began to recall the map card. He said slowly and solemnly, "There are only three of them. They are not that easy to find."

She responded and said, "That's true."

But it would take time to go to such a big old house, especially since it was pitch dark everywhere without any lights.

It's a nightmare for people who are afraid of the dark.

Suddenly, Mo Chen opened his eyes and shone the flashlight towards the stairs.

He held her hand and walked upstairs.

"Slow down, I can't walk in high heels."

Although the high heels are not very high, it is still a bit difficult to walk in.

When they reached the stairs, the man glanced at the endless staircase, lowered his head to look at her, and said in a deep voice: "I'll give you two choices. One, you walk up by yourself, two, I'll carry you up."

"..."

If she were to walk up such a high staircase by herself, it would take her a long time, and it would be pitch dark. If she accidentally fell, she would roll down the stairs.

This is no longer an ancient house exploration, it has become a murder case.

Qiao Ruoxin thought about it again and again, and said weakly: "Then you should carry me up. You are my boyfriend after all. Even if it is broadcasted later, netizens will understand."

"..."

This kid changes his expression so quickly.

The photographer who had been following them couldn't help but laugh while carrying his camera. This couple really has no limit to showing their love, it's so sweet.

Mo Chen chuckled, looking at her with doting in his dark eyes, then picked her up by the waist.

She subconsciously hugged the man's neck with her slender arms, and offered her courtesy in a very fawning way: "Are you hot wearing so many clothes? Let me fan you."

Qiao Ruoxin took the exquisite folding fan and fanned the man.

The man held her and walked up the stairs step by step, his voice low and lazy: "It's a bit hot."

Mo Chen not only held her in his arms, but also held a flashlight in his hand to illuminate the road ahead.

"Then I'll help you fan." Her voice was sweet and soft, and her delicate and beautiful face came closer and blinked. Finally, they came upstairs. The man put her on the ground, then took a flashlight to take pictures around, and saw a box under an armchair.

He walked over with his long legs and opened the box. Sure enough, there was a pink crystal ball inside.

At this time, the voice of the little ghost came from behind: "How is it, is there any?"

Mo Chen took the crystal ball and put it in his trouser pocket, then stood up with an indifferent expression and looked back at her: "No."

"No more? Why is it so hard to find? There are so many empty boxes. Let's look somewhere else."

The man walked up to her, picked her up by the waist again, and walked towards the stairs to the third floor.

Qiao Ruoxin hugged his neck tightly and did not forget to fan him, being as considerate and caring as possible.

He hasn't enjoyed this kind of treatment for a long time since he was deliberately vented on by this little brat these days. He might as well enjoy it for a while longer.

A faint smile appeared on the man's lips.

Of course, Qiao Ruoxin didn't notice anything at all. She was looking around seriously, afraid that something else would jump out.

"Kid."

"what?"

"I'll buy you a few more cheongsams in the future, okay?"

Mo Chen seemed to like watching this little girl wearing cheongsam. Her figure was graceful and sexy, and her temperament became more charming.

"You like it?"

She looked at the man's profile through the darkness and found out that this bastard liked cheongsam.

"Yes, I like it."

Qiao Ruoxin smiled gently: "Since you like it, then... I won't wear it!"

Mo Chen's dark eyes were startled for a moment, then he sneered. This was the true nature of this little brat, always like a rebellious girl.

"Then I'll just have to force you to wear it."

She raised her eyebrows: "I won't wear it, what can you do to me? How can you force me to wear it?"

The man walked to the third floor, put her on the ground, and then held her slender waist with his big hands. He leaned closer and whispered, "I will wash you clean, tie you to the bed, and then help you put on the cheongsam with my own hands."

"..."

It's really perverted.

This is Mr. Mo's true nature!
Qiao Ruoxin directly knocked the man's hand off her waist: "Why are you always so rough and crude? Can you be a little gentler?"

"As long as it works." The smile on the man's face was mixed with a bit of ruffian spirit.

The photographer who followed them had mixed feelings as he carried his camera.

Could these two please restrain themselves from showing off their love? They completely forgot about the existence of him as the photographer and took a lot of shots that cannot be broadcast.

Qiao Ruoxin suddenly saw the photographer, and then signaled the bad man with her eyes, leaning closer and whispering, "We are recording a show, pay attention to your image and don't talk nonsense."

Mo Chen smiled and walked towards the corner with a flashlight.

She hurried to catch up and saw the man stopped there, looking at a painting.

“The woman in this painting is quite pretty.”

Qiao Ruoxin looked around. This should be a woman's room. There was a dressing table and other things. The painting hanging there should be the hostess of this room.

The man said in a deep voice: "This must be an officer's concubine, and she is beautiful but has a tragic fate."

"Why do you say that? How do you know?" she asked curiously.

Mo Chen calmly pointed to the beam behind her and said, "There is a rope behind you."

(End of this chapter)