Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Mu the one determined to keep a handsome man: You actually believe in such words? What I speculate is that after saying these words to you, heâll probably go to yours to look through pictures of your heartthrob and vandalize them, then prick needles into them every day behind your back!
Yan I am proud to have a boyfriend: â¦
My dear sister, youâve ended the conversation just like that.
She did not believe that, she refused to believe that.
Mo Yonghengâs tone earlier sounded very sincere and it was unlike him to do something like that.
It was definitely because Young Master Han was too domineering and Xiao Mumu wasnât used to such a democratic way of being in a romantic relationship.
âWho are you talking to, to make you stare at the phone like that?â Mo Yongheng asked abruptly.
Zheng Yan hurriedly placed the phone down and replied, âNo, nothing much. Iâm done eating, letâs go!â
Zheng Yan took the clothes the assistant had sent over and went to the room to change before taking Mo Yonghengâs arm and following him to see the elderly head.
When they arrived at Mo Chengliangâs villa, he was still sleeping. Tan Bengbeng had gone to supervise the brewing of the elderly headâs medicine, so Qi Yan was the only one left guarding the door to his room.
Tan Bengbeng had refused to let him follow her and insisted on him staying to keep watch, he had his eyes narrowed and laid on a rocking chair with a depressed look.
He had felt someone elseâs presence the moment Mo Yongheng walked into the courtyard with Zheng Yan in hand.
From the corner of his eye, upon seeing that the guest was Mo Yongheng, his devilish eyes instantly sparkled!
Heaven was really quite nice to him. Knowing that he was not in a good mood, He immediately sent someone to him to pass time.
âThe elderly head is resting, so no one is to visit him now. If both of you want to see him, youâll have to wait until he wakes up.â It was rare for Qi Yan to speak first without waiting for Mo Yongheng to say anything.
Noticing that Mo Yongheng was holding Zheng Yanâs hand, his brows were raised slightly.
âTsk, tsk. Young Master Yongheng, youâre really quite something. You couldnât get Bengbeng, so you changed your target to Nian Xiaomu. Now that you canât marry Nian Xiaomu, youâve changed your target again. Youâre definitely the real-life version of a jerk!â
ââ¦â
Mo Yongheng frowned and ignored him.
Hearing that the elderly head was not awake yet, he turned and asked Zheng Yan lovingly, âAre you tired? Iâll take you to the guest room to rest first.â
Before Zheng Yan could answer, Qi Yan at one corner spoke, âItâs broad daylight, and youâre taking someone to sleep now. Are you acting like a hooligan?â
ââ¦â
Mo Yongheng asked, âDo you have nothing better to do?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âItâs not that. Iâm just naturally born with a strong sense of justice. I canât stand seeing young and innocent girls being deceived, so Iâm just trying to carry out a good deed here, â Qi Yan replied.
âLame, â Mo Yongheng remarked before darting a cold glance at him and taking Zheng Yanâs hand and turning to walk away.
The following second, Qi Yan headed right in front of them and reached out to grab Zheng Yanâs hand with a very sincere expression.
âYouâre Zheng Yan right? I remember you. Youâre Nian Xiaomuâs friend. Taking into account that youâre my fiancéeâs best friendâs friend, Iâd like to remind you out of goodwill. The person beside you is a fickle-minded person! To put it simply, heâs not reliable! If youâre lacking a boyfriend, I can recommend someone better for you. But, he really wonât do. Look at that harsh look and his cold attitude, whoever gets together with him will be very unlucky!â
âQi Yan!â Mo Yonghengâs face darkened completely and his heart was surging with emotions.
If not for the fact that Qi Yan was the elderly headâs life savior, he would probably have thrown a death punch at him!
âThereâs no use glaring at me. Bengbeng isnât here, Iâm not scared of you!â Like a child, Qi Yan pulled a taunting face at Mo Yongheng, his devilish eyes narrowed.
It was fine as long as he did not mention Tan Bengbeng. Now that he did, Mo Yonghengâs temper was rising as well.
Just as he was about to lay a hand on him, some movement sounded from inside the room.
The elderly head was awake!