You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 69 My little girl is like a sparkling little mushroom.

When Shen Mochen received Yu Xiaoqing's message, he was undergoing hypnotherapy, but unfortunately, his core was too strong, and he couldn't be hypnotized for a whole hour.

Upon hearing the notification sound, he slowly raised his eyes, reached out to push aside Jiang Yue who was muttering beside him, and picked up his phone to take a look.

The editor-in-chief said he'd treat me to dinner, but I just arrived and can't skip it. You don't need to pick me up; it might be very late.

In the dimly lit room, only the light from the cell phone shone, reflecting off the amber pupils and making them appear translucent.

Jiang Yue clearly saw Shen Mochen's face darken, instantly becoming gloomy.

The room remained silent for a while before Shen Mochen moved, put his phone back which had been pinched and cracked, and slowly lay back down.

He had to hold back; he couldn't let all his efforts go to waste.

Jiang Yue held his breath and stared at him. Seeing that he hadn't had a seizure, he breathed a sigh of relief, took two more steps forward.

But before he could relight the incense, Shen Mochen, who had just lain back down, suddenly jumped up, grabbed his phone, and went out the door.

The two fake sunflowers on the cabinet in front of the door swayed in the wind, and by the time Jiang Yue came to his senses, the person had already disappeared.

As Shen Mochen walked out, he frantically tapped on his phone.

How could I possibly endure it?

They treated me to a meal!

If we go any further, we'll have to drink, sing, and stay out all night!

If his beautiful wife were to be coveted by some ungrateful bastard, he would be filled with remorse.

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Changyue Hotel.

Forced to drink two glasses of wine, Yu Nanqing couldn't hold it in and rushed to the toilet to vomit profusely.

The alcohol content of this drink wasn't as high as the one she had at Shuijun Bay last time, so she hadn't completely lost her senses. She splashed some cool water on her face, and after sobering up a bit, she turned around to go back to the private room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I came out of the restroom, I saw a man and woman at the end of the corridor, passionately kissing each other.

Yu Nanqing blushed slightly, quickly looked away, and turned to leave. After taking two steps, she realized she had gone the wrong way; the private room was over there with the young couple.

She stopped in her tracks, hesitated, her heels scraping against the floor, and then, steeling herself, turned around again.

Having probably noticed the presence of outsiders, the two separated. The man leaned lazily against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his hand around the woman's waist, his gaze fixed on her.

Yu Nanqing felt a chill run down her spine from being stared at. She tugged at her collar, simply pulled her head down, and hurriedly walked towards the private room with her eyes lowered.

"Xiao Yu".

Just as she passed the two people, a sweet, delicate voice called out to her.

Yu Nanqing frowned, surprised that the woman knew her, but her heart sank completely.

She hesitated before turning around, her eyelashes trembling slightly. When she met the man's face, her pupils dilated in surprise, her mind racing. She quickly lowered her eyes and said, "Um... I didn't see anything."

She had seen this man before; he was Xia Yan's suitor, and supposedly the owner of a tattoo shop.

He had a roguish look, murky eyes, and was anything but clean.

"Xiao Yu, could you please not tell Sister Xia Yan about what just happened?" The woman looked at her, her voice soft and pleading.

Yu Nanqing pursed her lips, not wanting to get into trouble, and pulled the hem of her clothes that she was holding onto, "I said, I didn't see anything."

It would be strange if I didn't tell.

What a despicable man, always chasing after women and still dreaming of marrying a golden phoenix.

dream.

As soon as she finished speaking, her white high heels were kicked. Yu Nanqing's nerves twitched, and she looked down at the leather shoes that had rubbed her high heels black.

She frowned slightly and took two steps back, but the man persisted, continuing to rub his foot against hers.

So shameless was he that when Yu Nanqing looked up to glare at him, he still stared at her with his foxy eyes, which were yellowish and sullen.

Yu Nanqing gritted her teeth, feeling disgusted, and took off her shoes to slap him hard across the face.

Several light blue crystals fell off, landing on the man's mostly exposed chest. Perhaps because the man was too oily, the crystals stuck to his skin.

"If you stare at me again, I'll gouge your eyes out," Yu Nanqing threatened fiercely, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes turning slightly red with anger.

After saying that, she picked up her shoes and tiptoed away.

"Heh." The man suddenly chuckled softly, reached out and flicked away the diamond hanging from the corner of his mouth, then turned his gaze to her departing figure.

interesting.

A pretentious little wildcat.

"Brother Ye, are you alright?" The woman stood beside him, her white skirt wrinkled, her brows furrowed with worry. She reached out and tugged at the man's sleeve, asking with concern.

Xu Chuanye glanced at her sideways, snatched the clothes from her hands, and said with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "It's nothing."

The desire that had been fueled by loneliness vanished at this moment. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and suddenly felt an excruciating pain on his side.

At this monthly summary meeting, the editor-in-chief said that the company has launched a "Moon Reflection Project," in which five people work together to complete a work.

Yu Nanqing happened to be in the same group as Xia Yan and the girl from earlier.

Yu Nanqing hadn't thought much of it before, but now she could only sigh.

This is nothing.

"Xiao Yu is back. I saved the two glasses of wine for you that you didn't get to drink earlier." Seeing her return, the editor-in-chief turned the wine towards her.

Yu Nanqing's expression stiffened slightly, and her face changed several times.

She felt that the editor-in-chief was targeting her.

She made it clear that she couldn't drink anymore, so not drinking would be disrespectful to her.

The same thing happened during her self-introduction in the afternoon. She said too little, and the editor-in-chief said she was aloof. She added a couple more sentences, and the editor-in-chief said she was not humble at all.

So, either way, they'll be criticized.

She pursed her lips, thinking about the days to come, and after a moment's hesitation, sat back down in her chair. "Thank you, editor-in-chief, for remembering me."

After downing two more glasses of wine, Yu Nanqing felt like she was about to ascend to heaven. Her eyes were fixed on the swaying chandelier in the private room, and she tugged at her collar in frustration.

She made an excuse to leave the house, grabbed her phone and called Shen Mochen, then staggered unsteadily to the hotel entrance.

Afraid of being targeted by bad people, she squatted by the wall with her back to them, her fingers tugging at the grass in the cracks in the wall.

When the call connected and he heard her rambling nonsense, Shen Mochen seemed about to explode with anger.

That's true. He clearly told her not to drink alcohol that morning, but she got herself completely drunk that night.

She would get angry too.

Listening to the rambling on the other end, Yu Nanqing sighed. Her legs were a little sore, so she simply sat down on the ground, pulled up the hood of her coat, and hid herself completely.

When Shen Mochen arrived, he immediately spotted Yu Nanqing huddled in the corner, looking like a little mushroom, a shiny little mushroom.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, he put away his phone, picked her up from behind, rested his head against her face, and gently sniffed, "It smells like oranges."

Startled by being suddenly picked up, Yu Nanqing snapped back to reality when she heard a familiar voice. She immediately lost her composure and said, "No, I was wearing strawberry-flavored lip balm today."

"Let me try it." Shen Mochen leaned in and bit her lips, as if punishing her, biting a little hard, but slowly it turned into a light kiss, little by little, invading all the air in her mouth.