Chapter 372: 116: Abused the rotten peach blossom, sent for identification_1
Could the two at the back seat consider the feelings of this single, pitiful man?
It’s uncomfortable!
Heart-wrenching.
Feels like crying.
What to do?
He too desires to be in love.
Mo Qishen’s arm was tightly wrapped around Ni Yang, his chin rubbing against her neck.
Ni Yang pinched his chin, slapping his face while saying, “You bastard, your beard is poking me!”
Faintly colored, the stubble on his chin isn’t too noticeable, but it pricks against the soft skin, causing a stinging pain accompanied by slight itchiness.
Bastard?!
Wu Daming in the front seat was dumbfounded.
Ni Yang actually called Mo Qishen a bastard!
It would have been less surprising if she just called him a bastard, but she even dared to slap Mo Qishen’s face!
It’s over!
Mo Qishen must be angry now.
Hanging around Mo Qishen for such a long time, he knew Mo Qishen’s nature well.
He has a quick temper. Easily angered!
His character is quite eccentric.
Also, he despises anyone touching his face, not to mention a woman, even his close male friends can’t do so.
His face is his forbidden area!
Is Ni Yang going to get thrown out of the window by Mo Qishen?
It’s highly probable!
After all, such a thing has happened before.
Considering this, Wu Daming slowed down the car once more to prevent Ni Yang from getting seriously injured when she gets thrown out.
“Did it prick you?” Mo Qishen asked with a worried face: “Does it hurt? I’m sorry, I was in a rush this morning and forgot to shave.”
At this moment, Wu Daming wondered if he was hallucinating.
Was this still the Mo Qishen he knew?
Does he not care about his face anymore?
And Ni Yang called him a bastard, yet he did not respond.
My God!
This is too terrifying!
Wu Daming was doubting his life!
It appears that Mo Qishen is really serious about Ni Yang.
Wu Daming looked at Ni Yang differently now, with more respect.
Mo Qishen was carefully blowing on the prickly spot.
Ni Yang, with disgust, covered his mouth, “Stop blowing, are you a fool?”
Mo Qishen mustered courage and kissed Ni Yang’s hand.
Ni Yang had no reaction.
Mo Qishen: Whimpering, so afraid the wife will get mad! Since a kiss has already been given, why not kiss again?/p>
Mo Qishen mustered the courage and gave her another kiss.
Ni Yang’s hands were soft, smooth and delicate despite her frequent hard work, with no calluses, her fingers slim, fair and exquisite, like a piece of top-grade mutton-fat jade.
Ni Yang pinched his nose, “Will you ever stop?”
Seeing that Ni Yang wasn’t angry, Mo Qishen became braver. He whispered into her ear, “Wife, your hands smell great.”
Ni Yang raised an eyebrow, “You have no shame.”
“Not having any shame, yet I am still your man.”
Ni Yang: “…” She realized Mo Qishen, this bastard, is becoming even more of a jerk!
Wu Daming in the front seat: Please, spare me this display of affection.
As if suddenly remembering something, Mo Qishen picked up a package from under the seat. “Yangyang, this is a gift I brought for you from F Country, take a look and see if you like it?”
There was a splendid cheongsam and a pair of black high heels inside.
The cheongsam was made of high-quality silk, giving it a great feel, which immediately caught Ni Yang, a cheongsam enthusiast’s attention.
The shoes were size 36.
Ni Yang curiously asked, “How do you know my shoe size?”
Mo Qishen replied with proud arrogance, “How could I not know my wife’s shoe size?”
He was a fully dedicated, all-round perfect boyfriend!
The kind who dotes on his lover.
Just then, the car passed by a western restaurant.
Ni Yang said: “Brother Mo, have you eaten yet?”
“No,” Mo Qishen shook his head and said: “The airline food was terrible.”
“Then let’s go have western food? If you’re not in a rush to go home.”
Having dinner with his wife, why would he be in a hurry to get home?
There was no wife at home.
“I have nothing to do at home anyway.” Mo Qishen continued, “Daming, park the car in front. We are going to have western food.”
Feeling the death gaze from the back of his head, Wu Daming, desperate to survive, said: “No! I can’t eat western food, my stomach is not good, I’ll have a stomachache after eating it. Brother Six and Sister-in-law, you two go.”
Mo Qishen regretfully shook his head, “Well, in that case, it can only be me and your sister-in-law.”
The car stopped in front.
Mo Qishen helped Ni Yang out of the car.
The two entered the western restaurant.
The restaurant had a romantic ambiance, with fresh roses on the tables and violin melodies lingering in the air. It was the perfect place for a couple to have dinner.