Chapter 83: Chapter 83: I Like Watching You Cry for Me Chapter 83: Chapter 83: I Like Watching You Cry for Me “Idol 101” took a half-day break on the third day of seven consecutive days of filming.
Qiao Ruoxin had her bodyguard take her to Hengzhong Group, she wanted to give Mo Chen a surprise.
Upon arrival at the company, Secretary Jiang informed her that Mo Chen was in a high-level meeting.
So, she quietly hid in the office.
Alone, she walked around, looking here and there out of boredom.
Until she heard a deep sound of footsteps coming from outside.
Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes lit up, and she hid behind the door, ready to launch a surprise attack on that bastard.
Suddenly!
The office door was pushed open.
The man’s tall figure walked in, holding a document in his hand.
Like a thief, she lunged at the man’s tall back, shouting, “Brother Mo Chen!”
Mo Chen’s body trembled slightly, and a clear flash of joy quickly passed through his dark eyes.
Turning around to look at this childish Little Ghost, he said in a deep voice, “Are you here to admit defeat?”
Qiao Ruoxin humphed lightly and let go of the man’s arms, walking around to face him.
“Our bet was that you wouldn’t enter my room, not that we couldn’t see each other for seven days.”
Today, Qiao Ruoxin still radiated the vitality of a youthful girl.
She was wearing a peach-colored short-sleeve T-shirt, paired with a white pleated mini skirt, and plain white shoes without any adornment.
Her straight, slender legs were quite pleasing to the eye.
Her ash-brown hair color was fresh, natural, and soft, with a delicate makeup on her small face, clearly just finished with a show.
Mo Chen stared at her from top to bottom for three seconds, then his large palm clasped her waist and lifted her up.
He carried her to the sofa in the reception area to sit down, placing her on his lap.
He threw the document from his other hand onto the coffee table, then grabbed her slender waist and began to caress it back and forth.
“Little Ghost, did you come to see me for something?”
“Can’t I miss you?” she toyed with the tie below the collar of Mo Chen’s shirt.
Mo Chen replied indifferently, “Hmm…”
But his gaze on Qiao Ruoxin grew ever deeper, the meaning unclear.
“Who is as cold-blooded as you? I am so good to you, and yet you actually enjoy seeing me cry? What kind of fetish is that?”
She really couldn’t understand Mo Chen’s thought process—why did he like to see her cry?
The man laughed out loud, his long fingers moving from her waist to her hair, gently stroking it.
Mo Chen’s deep, cold voice slowly began, “It’s not that I like to see you cry, it’s that I like to see you cry for me.”
Qiao Ruoxin paused slightly.
“Why?”
“It makes me feel like you really love me, that you care about me a lot,” the man spoke coldly and dispassionately.
Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly.
Mo Chen thought that a woman crying for a man was because of love?
Why was this bastard’s mindset always so peculiar?
Suddenly, Qiao Ruoxin placed her cool hand over the man’s eyes and whispered in his ear, “Brother Mo Chen, you’re really twisted…”
The grip on her waist tightened a notch.
Mo Chen’s voice became a little hoarse, “Little Ghost, take your hand away.”
“I won’t!”
“Then I won’t be polite.”
“What are you going to do… mmh!”
The bastard’s large hand gripped the back of her head, his lips precisely meeting hers, and they couldn’t be pulled apart.
Suddenly!
Just at that moment, the office door was pushed open!
Assistant Liu barged in, “President Mo, there’s trouble! I…”
Assistant Liu saw the scene before him, standing dumbfounded in place, at a loss for what to do.