"Okay, okay, he's just this stubborn, you don't have to pay attention to him." Mo Xi pulled her back and reminded her that everyone was watching: "Why are you arguing with him? Ignore him. Come on, let's have a drink."
Yang Liu suppressed her anger, pursed her lips and sat down, but it was obvious that she was not in a good mood. She poured herself a glass of wine and drank a sip, then put down the glass. Her eyes fell on the smiling Mo Xi, the alcohol rolled down her throat, and she whispered, "Didn't he look down on that woman before? Why did he feel like he was eating dynamite when I mentioned it this time?"
"Is that woman so good?"
"She's very beautiful?"
Yang Liu sneered again without commenting: "Independent Island is not a place for a pretty and weak woman to stay. What matters here is fists. What else can she do when she arrives at Yaomen except crying? Is such a woman interesting?"
The smile on Mo Xi's face paused, and he slowly put down the cup, looking at her deeply with his eyes: "Yang Liu, you can just say these words to me, but don't say them in front of me. If you are smart enough, it's best not to say a word, otherwise you will bear the consequences yourself."
Yang Liu looked at him, somewhat incredulous.
Is that woman so important
Is Mr. Wang doting on that person too much
She's just a woman, does it have to be so important
Mo Dong seemed to see through her thoughts. He lowered his head and sneered, saying, "You seem to have misunderstood something. Wang Ye's girlfriend is not the kind of weak little girl you said. She... um? How did she tell you? Have you seen Mo Dong?"
Yang Liu didn't understand: "What do you mean?"
"Mo Dong had the same idea as you before." Mo Xi pushed his glasses with his hand, smiling and talking to him: "Now that he has been 'beaten' by Miss Qiao, he has learned how to behave himself!"
Yang Liu obviously understood the word "beat" as a fight, and was extremely shocked. She couldn't imagine how strong someone must be to beat Mo Dong, who was one of the strongest warriors in Yaomen, to the point of submission.
The image of a Barbie doll appeared in Yang Liu's mind. She forgot her sadness for a moment. The corner of her mouth twitched fiercely. After a long silence, she said: "...Then, the taste of Wang Ye is quite strong."
Mo Xi knew that she had misunderstood, but he didn't explain it to her. He just raised an eyebrow and smiled in an unfathomable way.
"Yeah, it's pretty heavy."
*
Qiao Nian still doesn’t know that she has been categorized as a King Kong Barbie.
She had a meal with Feng Yu and the others, and then followed Ye Wangchuan to the box where Yaomen was to say hello.
Ye Wangchuan told her that they would just say goodbye and leave, and Qiao Nian didn't care, as she had already come out anyway.
There are many private rooms in Shanhai Pavilion.
Qiao Nian and they were in the box on the top floor.
The private room for Yaomen's gathering this time is on the first floor.
The two took the elevator down and met Mo Dong who came out to smoke at the door.
"Miss Qiao." When Mo Dong saw the girl walking slowly with her hands behind her back, he quickly threw away the cigarette in his mouth and stamped it out with his toes. It seemed that he had just noticed the man next to Qiao Nian and called out belatedly, "Master Wang."
Ye Wangchuan was used to him calling Qiao Nian first and then himself, so he didn't bother to argue with him and asked him lazily, "Why are you outside? Where are they?"
"I'm going out for some fresh air. It's too stuffy inside." Mo Dong walked back and opened the door for the two of them. "They're still inside. Miss Qiao, please come in."
(End of this chapter)