YM778.TV Chapter 104: 074: Mr. Mog, his new attracting move?_4
Chapter 104: 074: Mr. Mog, his new attracting move?_4
The thought of being able to hold her plump grandson in the not-so-distant future made the old Mrs. Mo sprightly, and she quickly went upstairs to share this good news with Mo Qishen.
Upon hearing the news, Mo Qishen forced a smile, “Alright, Mom, I got it.”
Old Mrs. Mo continued, “Old Six, remember to be on your best behaviour in front of Jingrong tomorrow!”
Mo Qishen nodded, “You can count on me, Mother. I won’t let you down.”
Old Mrs. Mo added, “And remember to tidy yourself up tomorrow. Don’t be so frivolous.”
Mo Qishen nodded again, a trace of sarcasm hidden in the depths of his eyes.
On Yurtist Road, around eleven in the morning, Ni Yang had sold out her 600 servings of noodles and 500 cups of Sour Plum Soup.
She made a total of 220 yuan today, taking her a step closer to her goal of buying a shop!
Ni Yang smiled as she began packing up her stall.
As she lowered her gaze to tidy up the bowls and utensils, a dark shadow suddenly loomed over her. At the same time, an oppressive aura filled the air around her, making it hard to breathe, and creating a somewhat claustrophobic atmosphere.
Ni Yang instinctively looked up, her gaze meeting a pair of deep, icy black eyes.
Their eyes locked, and the fluctuating emotions within his gaze were as deep and cold as an abyss, piercingly insightful as if they were going to see right through her.
It was him, Mo Baichuan…
That narcissistic piece of trash!
Ni Yang had no good impression of such arrogant and conceited people.
However, she had shoved him into a puddle of water the last time they met. He couldn’t be seeking revenge this time, could he?
At this thought, Ni Yang’s eyes darkened.
“Cook me a bowl of noodles.” After a moment, Mo Baichuan spoke and then sat down on a stool.
Ni Yang shook off her surprise and replied softly, “I’m sorry, sir, I’ve already packed up.”
Mo Baichuan had been struggling to control himself ever since he saw Ni Yang preparing food for Old Mrs. Mo at the Mo Family residence!
Why was he struggling to control himself?
Because he was suddenly desperate to see beyond Ni Yang’s beautiful exterior.
Ni Yang had been doing so many things from the start until now, with the sole purpose of getting close to him, right?
Fine then! He would give her an opportunity. He was curious to see what other schemes Ni Yang had up her sleeve.
Mo Baichuan squinted imperceptibly.
Seeing that he remained silent, Ni Yang spoke up again, “Excuse me, sir, I’ve already packed up. If you want to eat noodles, you can come by tomorrow.”
“I told you, my surname is Mo.” Mo Baichuan suddenly looked at Ni Yang, “Mo, like in ‘may the right prevail’.”
“Oh.” Ni Yang’s face didn’t betray any emotions as she replied, “Mr. Mo, I’ve packed up already. Please go back.”
Upon hearing this,
Mo Baichuan frowned in displeasure.
If he remembered correctly, this was the third time in just a few minutes that Ni Yang had rejected him!
Usually, he was the one avoiding women, yet to his surprise, he was being shunned by a woman today?
Always running hot and cold?
Was this some kind of a joke?
“I said, cook me a bowl of noodles.” Mo Baichuan was determined.
“But I have packed up already.” Ni Yang repeated calmly, showing no fear whatsoever towards Mo Baichuan.
Mo Baichuan raised his head to look at Ni Yang, coldly saying, “Ni Yang, do you find this amusing?”
Hearing this, Ni Yang suddenly remembered something, “Did you lose a watch about a month ago?”
Ni Yang wasn’t the type of person to take advantage of others’ misfortune. The unpleasantness of their previous encounters had made her forget about the watch.
Upon hearing this, Mo Baichuan’s eyes filled with contempt. Was Ni Yang trying to curry favor with him?
Hadn’t she just resolutely refused him?
Couldn’t she hide her true intentions for a tad longer?
Moreover, hadn’t she stolen his watch? And now she was saying that he had lost it?
How shameless could she be!
Mo Baichuan nodded slightly, “Yes, I lost a watch.”
” What brand was your watch?” Ni Yang asked.
That watch was quite valuable, so it was necessary to confirm the details.
“Patek Philippe.” Mo Baichuan calmly pronounced, not seeming at all perturbed about the valuable watch.
Ni Yang nodded slightly, then said, “I don’t have your watch on me today. Can you come back to pick it up tomorrow? I set up my stall here every day.”