The Billionaire's Brokenhearted Deal-Chapter 39 - Im not usually like that dont be afraid

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: I’m not usually like that, don’t be afraid of me

Chapter 39 -39: I’m not usually like that, don’t be afraid of me

Hengzhong Group, President’s Office.

Mo Chen stared at the computer screen, his eyes slightly narrowed, his expression dark.

He leaned back in his chair and picked up his phone to dial Bai Junyan’s number.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Mo?”

He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, lit it with a lighter, and spoke in a deep voice, “Where did you get that video from?”

Bai Junyan’s laughter came from the other end of the phone: “Miss Qiao actually did a good deed without leaving her name? She gave it to me. You haven’t been doting on her for nothing.”

A trace of faint surprise flashed through Mo Chen’s dark eyes, and he hung up the call.

He looked at Qiao Ruoxin’s photo on his phone’s lock screen, where she was sticking out her tongue at him, looking naughty yet beautiful.

His lips curved up, and finally, his icy handsome face warmed up a bit.

However…

Did that Little Ghost witness him beating someone last night?

Mo Chen frowned slightly in displeasure, wondering if she would be afraid.

…

Afternoon.

Qiao Ruoxin was sent to the program team to start recording “Idol 101” again.

The mentors began the theme song assessment.

All the trainees gathered together, waiting for the mentors’ final announcement.

Finally, Lu Xingyu, as the mentor spokesperson, appeared before them and officially announced the trainees who could participate in recording the theme song.

“Lastly, I announce that the center position for the theme song recording goes to Qiao Ruoxin. I hope the other trainees will continue to work hard.”

Everyone looked at her with various gazes.

There were ones of envy, jealousy, and even hatred.

Lu Xingyu glanced at Qiao Ruoxin with appreciation: “Qiao Ruoxin, now that you’re in the center position, make sure you perform well.”

“Thank you, Teacher Lu,” she said with a slight smile, confident and full of vitality.

Lu Xingyu: “Everyone can go change now, and then head to the stage to record the theme song.”

Half an hour later.

On the vast stage, the lights came up, and the beautiful stage design was like a fairy tale world with its aquatic blue color theme.

Qiao Ruoxin stood in the center position at the front in her uniform, receiving all the adoration.

The head director, Wen Wan, directed various departments to begin the first take of the theme song recording.

Standing behind the monitor, Wen Wan watched Qiao Ruoxin in the center spot looking so lively and beautiful, and she felt a pang of envy.

Lu Xingyu approached, speaking slowly: “Director Wen, are you satisfied with this center candidate? Someone who combines topicality, popularity, talent, and looks.”

Wen Wan was stunned for a moment, not expecting such high praise for Qiao Ruoxin from Lu Xingyu.

“Who has the last laugh is still uncertain,” Wen Wan said with a smile.

Lu Xingyu watched Qiao Ruoxin on the stage: “I have a feeling, she might debut from the center position.”

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After an afternoon of recording, the theme song was finally completed.

Qiao Ruoxin returned to her room, collapsed onto the bed without strength, and felt like she could fall asleep in a second.

Her cellphone rang.

She reached out and fumbled for a while, finally getting hold of her phone and put it to her ear: “Hello…”

“Come out, I’m outside.”

She instantly woke up!

Her eyes snapped open, and she walked to the balcony to look down, sure enough, she saw a white Koenigsegg parked below.

Such a flashy sports car could only belong to Mo Chen.

This was the only car of its kind in the country at the moment.

Qiao Ruoxin turned and walked out of her room, quickly descended the stairs, and stepped outside the villa.

She saw Mo Chen sitting on the front hood of the car, seemingly smoking again…

Seeing her come out, the man stood up, his tall figure straightening, and he snuffed out the cigarette, throwing it into the trash bin.

Qiao Ruoxin approached him, and before she could speak, Mo Chen asked in a deep voice, “Did you shoot that video?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

The next second, the man grasped her slender wrist, pulled her into his embrace, and his large hand held her head: “I’m not usually like that, don’t be afraid of me.”