Chapter 258: 097: Mysterious Boss Tricks Zheng Xianjing, Rescuing Boss Ni_2
Mo Qishen was pushing his bicycle with one hand, while he couldnât help but ruffle her hair with the other, âNo need to thank me.â
Seeing that Ni Yang didnât show any signs of disgust, Mo Qishen, gathering up his courage, ruffled her hair again.
Soft and fluffy, like a little kitten.
Finally able to touch his wifeâs head, Mo Qishen narrowed his satisfied eyes.
Arriving at the fork in the road, Mo Qishen stopped, âYangyang, Iâll leave you here. Go back quickly, itâs too dark, and itâs dangerous for a girl like you.â
Ni Yang nodded, âThen Brother Mo, Iâll go back first.â
Mo Qishen waved at her, âGo ahead.â
Watching Ni Yangâs retreating figure, Mo Qishen took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it slowly. The little girl is really capable, sheâd been driving him crazy all over.
A day without seeing her feels like madness.
Nowadays, every passing minute without her feels the same way to him.
After finishing a cigarette, Mo Qishen pushed his bicycle forward.
âUncle Mo.â A string of footsteps came from behind, Zheng Xianjing caught up with him quickly, âUncle Mo, itâs such a coincidence to meet you here this late.â
In the dim night, his handsome features were enveloped in a layer of gentle mist, making him appear mysterious and distinguished, which nearly made Zheng Xianjing infatuated. Nowadays, men with good looks and status were becoming increasingly rare.
She had to hold on to him tightly.
Mo Qishen couldnât be bothered with her, not even giving a sideways glance to Zheng Xianjing.
But Zheng Xianjing wasnât discouraged. She cooed, âUncle Mo, itâs so dark now, itâs not safe for me to be alone on the road. Could you give me a ride home?â
Surely, at this late hour, Mo Qishen wouldnât have the heart to let her walk home alone.
Soon, he would be riding his bike with her.
The scenario would definitely be as romantic as watching a movie.
Just thinking about it, Zheng Xianjing felt extremely flattered.
This is the famous Mr. Mog!
Thankfully she had good vision!
She hadnât overlooked him like Zhao Jingrong.
âNo.â Mo Qishen flatly refused, his tone slightly cold.
âUncle MoâŠâ Zheng Xianjing tugged at Mo Qishenâs sleeve, starting to flirt.
Itâs said that itâs harder for a man to win a womanâs heart than for a woman to win a manâs. She firmly believed she would move Mo Qishenâs heart.
âLet go of me!â Mo Qishen swatted Zheng Xianjingâs hand away, looking back at her, âAs a girl, donât you have any sense of shame? Making a scene in public, tugging and pulling at a man, what does that make you look like?â
Perhaps Mr. Mo had forgotten the actions of a certain young girl this morning. They were even more intimate than Zheng XianjingâsâŠ
âIâŠâ Zheng Xianjing felt wronged, and her eyes began to tear up.
She had always been treated like a princess. When was she ever scolded so bluntly?
Moreover, the person who scolded her was the one she liked!
One can only imagine how Zheng Xianjing felt at that moment.
Could it be, in Mo Qishenâs eyes, she was shameless?
No, she couldnât let these few words make her give up on Mo Qishen.
Feelings between men and women need time to develop.
Tang Monkâs journey to fetch the scriptures had to go through eighty-one trials.
What was this little setback compared to that?
âUncle Mo.â Zheng Xianjing quickened her pace to catch up, âUncle Mo, I love you! I donât care that you have nothing right now, and I donât care about your middle-school education. I love you for who you are! No matter what happens in the future, I will always love you.â
She was different from Zhao Jingrong.
Zhao Jingrong despised Mo Qishen for being an unsuccessful loser, but she accepted him.
She believed she could move Mo Qishen with her sincerity and love.
After all, girls who donât care about money were rare these days.
At that, Mo Qishen turned to look at Zheng Xianjing, slowly spoke, âBut I despise youâŠâ Here, he looked Zheng Xianjing up and down, enunciating each word, âFor being too ugly!â
Too ugly!
He actually said she was ugly!
All her life, Zheng Xianjingâs greatest pride was her face.
She had a classic oval face, almond eyes, cherry lips. Wherever she went, everyone complimented her beauty! And her place as the school beauty had never been contested.
The queue of boys chasing her could stretch down a street!
After he finished speaking, Mo Qishen hopped on his bike and left without looking back. He moved quickly, and it wasnât long before his figure was out of sight.
Zheng Xianjing stood behind, her eyes crimson with fury, she couldnât hold back her tears and started crying out loud.
All of this was that bitch Ni Yangâs fault!
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