Chapter 685: 684 Imdiately take ho to marry
“Sister Ting, did you encourage Xiaoxiao to wear such sexy clothes?”
Shen Yuting’s eyes flickered a mont, a blush out of the ordinary rose on her smiling face. But soon, she regained her composure, nonchalantly saying, “I didn’t expect you to take photos of Xiaoxiao and send them to Ah Feng. However, Xiaoxiao, Ah Feng is your boyfriend, your future husband, it’s no big deal that he sees your sexy photos. At most, he’ll just want to marry you even quicker.”
Wen Ran nodded seriously, her eyes twinkling with a teasing light: “Exactly, Luo Haofeng would surely want to marry you right away and taste pure bliss.”
“Hmph, that’s going too far. Luo Haofeng is my boyfriend, if anyone sends these kinds of photos, it should be . Ranran, when you sleep tonight, I’m going to undress you and take photos to send to Mo Xiuchen.”
Wen Ran didn’t mind Bai Xiaoxiao’s threat of undressing her, her eyes glead with laughter, she asked, “Xiaoxiao, does that an you’ll take so photos to send to Luo Haofeng?”
If she actually did it, Luo Haofeng would definitely be enticed. Ha, if that indeed happens, it would be quite interesting.
“Yes, that’s what I was thinking, but you’ve already sent them. So annoying.”
The words Bai Xiaoxiao had just spoken were not sincere.
Without missing a beat, Wen Ran rushed over and handed her cellphone to her, saying, “Co on, send them if you’re going to. Stand by your words.”
Bai Xiaoxiao faltered, then seeing the teasing smile on Wen Ran’s face, she suddenly realized that the crafty Wen Ran had tricked her. She hadn’t sent those photos after all.
In other words, she’d been duped!
“Xiaoxiao, haha, you fell for it.”
Shen Yuting covered her mouth, bursting into raucous laughter.
Bai Xiaoxiao glared furiously at Wen Ran and grabbed the phone. “Send it, it’s not even my phone, what am I afraid of.” Luo Haofeng would receive the ssage and only thought it’s Wen Ran’s prank, he won’t believe she sent it.
**
A City
In a quiet coffee shop, Luo Haofeng and Qin Mu spotted Jiang Liu sitting in a corner as they entered.
The two of them exchanged a glance and started walking towards him. Luo Haofeng’s cellphone beeped. He paused, pulling out his phone to check it.
The screen showed a ssage from Wen Ran. He paused, unlocked it, and read the ssage. When he saw the photo, his eyes suddenly deepened.
The photo showed Bai Xiaoxiao wearing a sexy sheer camisole nightgown, lying on the bed with her arms propping up her body, revealing a tantalizing peek at her fullness.
Just this alone was hardly fatal, what really blew him away was Bai Xiaoxiao’s stunningly coquettish smile. She wasn’t looking at the cara, but sowhere in front of her, a photo like this, not only Luo Haofeng who adores her, but any man who looked at it would find their minds wandering.
Qin Mu took a few steps and, not seeing Luo Haofeng follow, looked back to find him staring at his phone, lost in thought. Qin Mu’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t speak.
“President Qin.”
At the table, Jiang Liu stood up and greeted Qin Mu politely. Qin Mu nodded slightly, sat down on the sofa opposite him and turned to look. Luo Haofeng had already put away his phone and was coming over.
He sat down next to Qin Mu, Jiang Liu summoned a waiter and they each ordered a cup of coffee.
Qin Mu subtly sized up Jiang Liu, mildly curious. This Jiang Liu seed to be deliberately imitating Mo Xiuchen.
The waiter brought the coffee very quickly. Qin Mu glanced at Luo Haofeng, who seed a bit absent-minded, then looked at Jiang Liu, casually remarking: “Mr. Jiang, if you have anything to say, go ahead.”
Although Jiang Liu tried his best to imitate Mo Xiuchen’s deanor, he was not Mo Xiuchen after all. He lacked Mo Xiuchen’s innate noble elegance, and he couldn’t be as calm and collected when handling matters. Especially when facing Qin Mu and Luo Haofeng, friends who’d known Mo Xiuchen for many years, the difference between them was clear at a glance.
“President Qin, President Luo, I heard General Mo is ill. I wonder how he’s doing now.”
Jiang Liu had ntally prepared himself for their eting, but facing them now, he found his prepared words in disarray and didn’t know how to start.
The strikingly different personalities of Qin Mu and Luo Haofeng gave off the sa aura, making him nervous.
When he asked about Mo Xiuchen, Qin Mu’s eyes slightly squinted, he looked sharp as he asked, “Who told you Xiuchen was sick?”
Jiang Liu’s eyes fluttered, avoiding Qin Mu’s intense gaze. He looked down at the coffee in front of him and calmly stated, “Yuting told that General Mo is sick. I was wondering if there’s anything I can do to help. If so, I hope I can make a small contribution.”
This ti, Jiang Liu was smarter and didn’t directly ask.
In fact, he also knew that they ca to A City to negotiate with Liao Dongxing. Shen Yuting did not tell him this. He had heard it by accident when Liao Dongxing was talking with Qin Sen in the club.
Not only did he know that Mo Xiuchen was negotiating with Liao Dongxing to hand over Fu Jingyi, but he also heard Liao Dongxing and Qin Sen say they must get rid of them both.
Qin Mu did not respond, but looked at Jiang Liu silently, Luo Haofeng’s peach blossom eyes fixated sharply on Jiang Liu “What can you do to help? What help do you want to offer?”
Jiang Liu seed sowhat surprised by his direct and undisguised sarcastic tone. His face fluctuated slightly, pressing his lips. He still couldn’t stand their intimidating aura, he explained, “I overheard a conversation in the club parking lot between Liao Dongxing and Qin Sen. I know you’re negotiating with him to hand over Fu Jingyi and that they are planning to use this opportunity to get rid of both you and Fu Jingyi.”
Qin Mu was slightly surprised, but his face showed no reaction, he casually asked, “Oh, how are they planning to get rid of us?”
Jiang Liu shook his head: “They didn’t specify, but based on Liao Dongxing’s tone, he’s unlikely to hand Fu Jingyi over to you easily.”
“So how can you help us?”
Luo Haofeng snickered, Liao Dongxing’s intentions were as he expected.
**
Qin Residence
After hanging up with Wen Ran, Mo Xiuchen was hit by another bout of headache. He clenched his lips, pressing his palm against his forehead. This thod couldn’t alleviate his pain, but at least it could slightly soothe the intense agony.
Soon, his handso face lost all its color and his complexion turned pale. Large droplets of cold sweat ford on his forehead and slid down.
He really felt like his head was going to split and the pain was so severe that it was unbearable. He stretched out his hand to reach for his phone, which he had thrown on the bed. But before his fingers even touched the phone, everything went black in front of his eyes.
Mo Xiuchen’s movents paused, a trace of panic flashed across his pale face. The next second, he frantically grabbed for the bed sheet, took the phone in his hand.
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