The Billionaire's Brokenhearted Deal-Chapter 63 - How could I be unclear

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: How could I be unclear?

Chapter 63 -63: How could I be unclear?

Qiao Ruoxin smiled gently, her slender fingers playing with the man’s earlobe, “Mo Chen, brother, your earlobe is so thick, truly a sign of wealth.”

The man furrowed his brows, his lips tightly pressed.

His earlobe felt as if it was being gently scratched by the paw of a little kitten, itchy yet comfortable.

“Little Ghost, stop it.”

His voice was so hoarse, it had reached an ultimate low.

But Qiao Ruoxin, stirred by mischief, intentionally brought her lips close to Mo Chen’s ear and whispered, “The next episode of ‘Idol 101’ will broadcast my first performance, you must watch it~ I wore a very sexy black dress, and my figure is really good.”

Unexpectedly, Mo Chen poured cold water over her enthusiasm.

“You think I’m not aware of your figure? I’ve experienced it firsthand.”

“…”

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Her smile gradually faded…

… and a touch of crimson coloured her pale cheeks, her mind involuntarily recalling her first time.

Actually, it was really awkward back then…

Seeing her silent for a long time, Mo Chen let out a doting chuckle, “Little Ghost, what are you reminiscing about?”

“Ah?”

Qiao Ruoxin came back to her senses, embarrassed and flustered, “No… nothing, I’m thinking, let’s go back.”

The man teased her on purpose, “I know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m not!” she immediately contradicted, clearly feeling guilty.

Mo Chen returned to the car, lifted her onto the front hood, and turned to look at her blushing cheeks.

His long fingers gripped her chin, his voice deep, “Still say you’re not? What’s with the blushing?”

“I’m not!!!” She vehemently denied, raising her voice.

Mo Chen was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, “So fierce?”

He felt that Little Ghost’s temper was starting to resemble his.

She snorted with feigned arrogance, “I learned it from you!”

Mo Chen’s brows knit tighter, the pressure on her chin increasing slightly, “You shouldn’t learn this, okay?”

“So you do know your bad temper isn’t good. I thought you were proud of it.”

“…”

At that moment, the phone began to vibrate.

He took out his phone for a glance, the screen displayed two words: Lin Xi.

Qiao Ruoxin, of course, saw it too, and in an instant, her heart plummeted to the abyss.

The flight attendant who flew international routes?

The Lin Xi who could sit down and have a proper chat with Mo Chen?

The light and pleasant atmosphere gradually vanished, becoming somewhat stiff.

Mo Chen answered the phone, and whatever was said on the other end, his expression turned a few shades uglier.

“I’ll be right there.”

Then he hung up the phone.

The man picked her up from the ground, his voice deep, “Let’s go back, I have an emergency.”

Qiao Ruoxin’s gaze dimmed, obediently returning to the passenger seat.

Then, Mo Chen drove away from the suburbs, almost at racing speed.

Was it so urgent? Just for that flight attendant?

Her heart ached fiercely; was that flight attendant also that important in Mo Chen’s heart?

What was originally an hour’s drive, the man accomplished in forty minutes, delivering her to the Jiang Mansion Number One.

“Go back to sleep,” Mo Chen said to her beside him, using a commanding tone.

Qiao Ruoxin’s suppressed emotions finally collapsed.

Her cold little hand grabbed onto the man’s arm, her voice soft and pitiful, “Mo Chen, brother, don’t go…”

Who would want their man to go to another woman in the middle of the night?

But Mo Chen furrowed his brows, looking down at her hand, “Why is your hand so cold?”

The temperature was indeed lower in the suburbs.