The food was served in several rounds until Tong Yan was finally full. She patted her little belly, satisfied, "I’m stuffed."
Qiao Jing was so surprised he couldn’t close his mouth, "You, you, you are really an actress?" He couldn’t believe she could eat so much; he couldn’t keep up.
Turns out, Bo Yimo likes this type.
Tong Yan looked at the full table of plates and felt a bit embarrassed, "Sorry, I ate a little too much."
This is just ’a little’?
Qiao Jing twitched his mouth wisely, choosing not to say anything.
"Let’s go." Bo Yimo elegantly wiped his mouth, stood up, and walked out, carrying himself with a noble deanor.
Done eating and just leaving?
Tong Yan looked at Bo Yimo, then at Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing raised his eyebrows with a charming air, "What a piece of work, Mo Mo didn’t pay after eating."
What a piece of work, Mo Mo, ate and didn’t pay...
Tong Yan choked slightly; such ambiguous words...
Bo Yimo gracefully turned around, his gaze calm and composed, "I have a thousand ways to make sure you never speak again, want to try?"
Qiao Jing waved with a smile, "Sir, co play when you have ti."
The two twisted and turned, walked for a long stretch, and finally found their car at the intersection. Tong Yan sighed, "Hidden so deeply, will such a place really have good business?"
Bo Yimo lightly tapped the steering wheel with one hand, and the moonlight stread in through the car window, as if covered with a thin veil, "It’s just his interest."
Interest in running a restaurant at a loss? That’s quite a peculiar interest.
Arriving not far from the filming location, Tong Yan opened the car door, bending over in thanks, "Thank you, Young Master Mo, for the dinner."
Bo Yimo’s lips turned into a slight smile, dazzling through ti and also dazzling Tong Yan, "Just a simple thank you?"
Tong Yan was puzzled, huh? How else to thank, should she return the favor? She patted her head, suddenly realizing, "Next ti, I’ll treat Young Master Mo."
Bo Yimo’s thin lips slightly opened, "Co here."
When Emperor Bo speaks, how dare one not comply?
Tong Yan quickly rounded the car hood and walked to his side; she heard, "Bend over."
Tong Yan obediently bent over, and then, she only felt the warmth of his lips as they pressed against hers.
Ti seed to stop at that mont.
The bashful moon hid behind the clouds, watching the scene, where the woman bent over and the man leaned out of the car window; their lips pressed tightly together, a beautifully unbelievable scene.
A loud bang.
Tong Yan’s mind went blank, her whole body stiffened, all senses stopped as if in a dream, only the heat of her lips reminding her—she was kissing Bo Yimo.
Lips simply pressed together, yet it made her heart race like thunder.
She seed to be able to sll the faint fragrance on his body, so pleasant that she was instantly srized.
She had no idea when his lips left, her whole self in a daze, tense to the point of stiffness, not knowing what to do, or what to say.
His kiss, she didn’t dislike; in fact, there was a hidden joy in her heart.
"Now that’s a proper thanks." Bo Yimo sat back in the car, his eyes swirling with countless charms.
Tong Yan stiffly nodded.
Bo Yimo looked at her, chuckled softly, "Silly girl."
Just three simple words, gentle and doting, with a hint of intimacy.
In the corner, soone was squatting there, holding a cara, secretly snapping shot after shot, while the people involved remained unaware.
When Tong Yan returned to the trailer, her face was still red, her head dizzy, her entire self dazed and puzzled.
Everyone else was asleep; she quietly lay on the bed, burying her whole face in the blanket. As her thoughts returned, there was only one notion in her mind.
Emperor Bo kissed her.
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