"Ahem...ahhhh..."

She put the cigarette into the ashtray and coughed violently, ignoring that Mo Yuzhe was sitting opposite her at this time, looking at her with a smile.

He cursed and said, "Damn Awei, cough cough... let him buy a cigarette that is easier to smoke. What kind of cigarette did that mixed ball buy? It's so choking... cough cough..."

Tears moistened her black mascara and were all printed around her eyes.

"How are you?"

Mo Yuzhe pretended to be worried and stretched out his hand and patted Ye Xintian on the back. At the same time, his voice also made Ye Xintian realize something and immediately calmed down.

He suppressed the violent coughing force, "Cough cough... what... Of course it's okay. I smoke frequently, but I just had a small accident."

Death Awei, if my mission to scare this cuttlefish away failed this time, I will throw you into the sea to feed the cuttlefish.

"Yeah, right."

Mo Yuzhe smiled and nodded, not intending to expose her.

Seeing that Ye Xintian picked up the wine as if she was covering up, she took a sip. After the choking itch in her throat passed, she calmed down and said to Mo Yuzhe: "Squidfish, what kind of girl do you like?"

"I?"

Mo Yuzhe smiled again, glanced at Ye Xintian lightly, and replied softly: "I just like girls like you."

"What!"

After receiving Mo Yuzhe's answer, Ye Xintian immediately bounced off the sofa.

Excitedly, he had already forgotten Mo Yuzhe's identity. He reached out and grabbed Mo Yuzhe's clothes, his eyes narrowed, full of danger.

"You can't like me!"

She spoke, her eyes full of warnings, which seemed fierce.

Just now, she had been pretending to be a gangster who had been so long that she almost choked to death by cigarettes. As a result, the stinky cuttlefish actually told her that she likes her type, so she wouldn't pretend to be in vain.

"Oh? Why?"

"Because... because... I don't like you."

"It's okay, you don't like me, but you can't stop me from liking you, right?"

Mo Yuzhe kept his usual smile from beginning to end, and his long arms hugged Ye Xintian's slender waist the next second, and said, "My granddaughter, indeed, is very fond of my appetite."

"You...you...don't touch me."

It was the first time that Ye Xintian had such a close contact with a man, and she felt that the air around her was thin and she could not find room for breathing.

His face turned red to his ears, and he glanced at him with nervous eyes, not daring to look at Mo Yuzhe.

In my ears, Mo Yuzhe's hissing low laughter came. His slender chin was raised by Mo Yuzhe's slender fingertips. His black starry eyes were forced to look at Mo Yuzhe's beautiful and cold eyes.

I heard Mo Yuzhe say, "Sister is it? You are all people who are used to the world and have many men talked about. I just touched you like this, why are you so nervous? It's not... you are still uninformed, right?"

"When...of course not!"

Ye Xintian finally calmed down and pretended to be calm to face Mo Yuzhe's eyes with a faint smile, saying, "I don't know how many men I've been to. You've been at the back. Why am I... nervous?"

"This is even better. I like women who have a lot of experience in men and women's affairs the most, so I feel more like this."

"You...you are shameless!"

Ye Xintian's face turned red again as she listened to his explicit words.

Mo Yuzhe smiled secretly again in his heart, especially when he saw Ye Xintian's blushing little face, the smile in his eyes became deeper.

She pretends so differently, and she can still pretend like this. It seems that she has good perseverance.

Seeing Ye Xintian struggling to retreat in his arms, she pointed at Mo Yuzhe, staggering, but her eyes were filled with warnings:

"Boy, my policeman... warn you, don't think about making a decision. Go back and tell my grandfather that you don't like me, otherwise... or there's something good about you."

As he said that, he grabbed the small bag on the sofa and walked outside.

“Your tattoo is pretty good.”

Just as she was about to open the door, Mo Yuzhe's plain voice came from behind her. The sudden words made Ye Xintian's originally nervous look paused.

Tattoo?

Yes, why did you forget this thing?

Thinking of this, a sly smirk immediately slid across her eyes and she walked back from the door.

He stood in front of Mo Yuzhe with a casual and neat movement, pointed to the realistic Qilin tattoo on his arm, and said:

"I had this tattoo when I was ten years old. When I was ten years old, I came out and went out to make trouble. I have never done anything about killing and setting fires. I will tell you..."

While she said, she pointed her index finger at Mo Yuzhe's chest and said, "I don't care whose son or grandson you are. If you don't like me, I will still kill you and throw you into the sea to feed the fish."

Mo Yuzhe just looked at her quietly, his eyes full of smiles, and nodded to her, "That's why I said you're cool."

Unexpectedly, Mo Yuzhe had just such a simple reaction, Ye Xintian was stunned again.

Can't scare him this way?

How hard is this stinky cuttlefish backstage?!!

It seems that Awei is really not exaggerating. This kid is not an ordinary person.

The next second, in her astonished eyes, Mo Yuzhe suddenly picked up the wine glass and stood in front of her with a smile. The cold gaze swept towards the Kirin tattoo that occupied her entire arm on her arm, and said, "Is there any way to prevent such a beautiful tattoo, do you know whether it is waterproof?"

Hearing this, Ye Xintian was startled, reached out and immediately covered the unicorn on her arm, and bounced her body back, "This is a tattoo, of course it is waterproof."

"Yeah?"

A touch of uneasy color slipped through Mo Yuzhe's eyes, and he stood in front of her again, saying, "Let me try the quality of this tattoo."

As the words fell, before Ye Xintian could react to the meaning of his words, the liquid in the wine glass fell down her arm.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

Ye Xintian stared at Mo Yuzhe's handsome face with faint smile in disbelief, her eyes were astonished.

"I said, try the quality of this tattoo."

But seeing Mo Yuzhe shrugging at her innocently, his evil eyes swept to her arms again, and his thin lips slightly moved:

“It turns out that the quality of this tattoo is not very good.”

Seeing Mo Yuzhe curled his thin lips slightly, put the empty wine glass in his hand back on the coffee table, then put his hands into his trouser bag, and returned to Ye Xintian, who was stunned.

Her slender fingertips slid over Ye Xintian's delicate arms, which were colorfully made by the colorful ink, and her beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and she said in a low voice: "I suggest you change the store next time."

After saying this, he glanced at Ye Xintian in shock, opened the door and walked out slowly.

Ye Xintian didn't recover for a while, but just looked at the disappeared Qilin tattoo on her arm, and was stunned for a long time.

It was not until Mo Yuzhe's tall back disappeared from her sight that she suddenly came back to her senses.

In the second room of the president's VIP, Ye Xintian's angry roar sounded: "Die cuttlefish, you'd better disappear far away in this city, otherwise I'll suck your cuttlefish tendons and use it to make a brush!"

Ye Xintian clenched her hands tightly into fists, gritting her teeth in anger. A raging fire burned in her dark starry eyes, wishing she could burn Mo Yuzhe to ashes.

"Awei! Come and pick me up right away!"

She came out of the Royal Court Hotel angrily, with her hands sticky, and the pair of high heels she wore in disharmoniously, which made her look very manic.

Not far away, Mo Yuzhe was sitting leisurely on the leather sofa in the hotel lobby with his legs crossed. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the rotating door of the hotel. Ye Xintian was barefoot and holding the pair of extremely thin high heels in her hand, and walked out of the hotel.

He took his eyes back from outside the hotel with a faint smile. The smile in his eyes had already been lowered. He looked up at the young man wearing glasses who had never spoken by waiting beside him, who was frightened by Ye Xintian from the private room at first, and said in a low voice: "What's the matter with me?"

"Young Master, the master asked me to tell you that you can't bully Miss Ye."

When Mo Yuzhe heard this, he raised his eyebrows calmly.

Thinking of Ye Xintian's angry look, a trace of undetectable brilliance slipped through her eyes.

It seems that the old man is quite concerned about Ye Xintian. He didn't say this on the phone, but actually asked his assistant to come here in person.

Ye Xintian's funny look flashed in her mind again, and his thin lips showed a slight smile at this time.

He was holding the cigarette that Ye Xintian handed him in his hand, and his fingers moved slightly twice.

Bullying her?

She was just stumbling on the road, either smoking and drinking or killing people together. How could he dare to bully her? Big sister?

Putting the cigarette in his hand into his pocket, he stood up from the sofa and said to the young man: "Tell me to my grandfather, Ye Xintian threatened me not to like her, otherwise she would find someone to chop me!"

After saying this sentence shocked the young man, his tall and confident cold back had disappeared in the hotel.

Only the young man was left standing in place dumbfoundedly, chewing Mo Yuzhe's words carefully, "Young Master, is he... still afraid of this?"

As soon as Mo Yuzhe walked out of the hotel, he saw Ye Xintian sitting in the royal blue Ferrari under her, and was still swearing.

A strange color slid across his eyes again. He moved the keys of the car and walked into the car.

The days ahead shouldn't be very boring.

"Awei! Listen to me, I will not let that dead cuttlefish go!"

She cursed while sitting in Awei's car, and she continued to curse while rubbing the watercolor juice on her arm with a tissue.
To be continued...