Chapter 702: Chapter 701: Maintaining the Color of Master Mo’s Crown Chapter 702: Chapter 701: Maintaining the Color of Master Mo’s Crown Xiao Qimo was momentarily stunned.
Meeting her clear eyes filled with understanding, he suddenly remembered these words were what he had blurted out just to show off (pretend) to Wa Zhiqi and the others.
Initially, he had only meant to say it to everyone and to Sikong Jian, but somehow it had reached Lu Mian’s ears.
She didn’t resist, and was even so proactive, just as natural as when she had mentioned registering their marriage.
Xiao Qimo felt fireworks explode in his heart and he broke into a smile.
Before he could rejoice for half a minute, his handsome and elegant face suddenly stopped smiling.
Xiao Qimo muttered to himself that if he didn’t make an effort to grab the script soon, he might even be stripped of the right to propose!
The man instantly sat up straight.
“Anxious, how can I not be anxious!” he emphasized, “I’ll wrap up this case within ten days!”
There really is no need to rush.
“Then stay away from him in the future,” Xiao Qimo muttered softly.
No matter how quietly he spoke, Lu Mian heard it all.
“Ah, I’ll keep my distance.
But to me, you two have completely different meanings.
In my heart, Sikong is family and a friend, while you are a confidant and partner, indispensable and beyond comparison.
So, I still hope the two of you can live in harmony.”
“But he’s too blatantly fond of you.”
At this moment, Xiao Qimo was like a child who, not getting a candy, complains to his parents.
Luckily, Lu Mian had a straightforward heart and didn’t find his behavior childish; instead, she patted Xiao Qimo’s hand and said matter-of-factly, “It’s okay, be confident.”
It’s not about confidence!
Never mind, it was useless to say more.
He was quibbling with his girlfriend, soon-to-be wife, and the future mother of his childrenaEUR”what for!
He abruptly pulled Lu Mian down onto the bed and kissed her fiercely.
“All right, hubby will listen to you.”
Lu Mian’s cheeks turned red instantly.
Hubby and such, it was just too embarrassing.
Just as Xiao Qimo was about to go in for a second kiss, there came a knock at the door from outside the room.
Then the voice of Mo Fan, robotic and indifferent, came through, “Miss Lu, there’s a phone call for you in the hall.”
Annoyed at being interrupted, Xiao Qimo narrowed his eyes.
“Who still makes calls to the hall?”
Lu Mian seemed to recall something and replied nonchalantly, “Ah, it’s probably something important.”
Xiao Qimo didn’t miss the fleeting thought that had flashed through her eyes and narrowed his eyes, “Then I should listen too.”
“That’s not necessary…”
Lu Mian got up hesitantly, and the two of them left the room together.
Mo Fan stood straight as a rod at the door.
Xiao Qimo glanced at him with disdain and casually asked, “Who was it?”
Mo Fan’s expression was flat and calm, “Sobbing and crying, didn’t recognize who it was, but it’s a man.”
Perhaps hearing some noise from their side, as soon as they left the room, Sikong Jian also appeared at the doorway of the neighboring room, casually leaning against the wall, playing Tetris on his phone.
He greeted Lu Mian when he saw her.
Look, I’ve scored five hundred and twenty million points, and I haven’t lost yet!
I’m sure to reach thirteen million one hundred and thirty-four thousand points this round.”
“Oh,” Lu Mian responded lacklusterly, fiddling with the drawstrings on her sweatshirt’s hood, and said indifferently, “Then you’re not that good, my highest score is over fifty million points.”
Sikong Jian’s lungs were about to explode with irritation, the game in his hand losing all its charm in an instant.
Xiao Qimo silently stood behind, his mouth twitching as he struggled not to laugh out loud, maintaining an elegant, friendly demeanor.
Sikong Jian’s gaze moved past Lu Mian, falling on Xiao Qimo, “What’s so funny, pot calling the kettle black.”
Who hadn’t been bluntly rebutted by Lu Mian?
Who hadn’t been defeated by Lu Mian’s emotional quotient?
He huffed audibly, clearly dissatisfied with Xiao Qimo.
Xiao Qimo had intended to glare back coldly, but remembering what Lu Mian had just instructed him in the room, he gave Sikong Jian a friendly and calm smile.
“I was just greeting you, out of courtesy,” he said indifferently.
Sikong Jian: …Did this man turn over a new leaf?
Lu Mian was particularly pleased with Xiao Qimo’s performance, but she gave Sikong Jian a reminder, “Sikong, Director Qimo is my boyfriend, don’t be like that.”
Lu Mian sighed, not having time to say much, “Just don’t pick on him from now on, okay?
Calm down for a while, I’m going to take a call.”
After speaking, she strode off towards the hall.
Sikong Jian clutched his phone, leaning against the wall, a picture of dejection.
Xiao Qimo offered a faint smile and gracefully took his leave.
Sikong Jian punched the wall, damn it!
Over in the hall, the call had already been picked up, the receiver set aside.
Lu Mian said “hello” after picking it up.
Immediately, wailing cries came from the other side.
“Miss Lu, when are you coming back?
I really can’t hold on much longer…
Do you know how painful it is for me to send Sister Mo your itinerary every day?”
Oh, it was a call from Mo Si.
Lu Mian cradled the phone and soothed in a soft voice, “Mr.
“I know, actually you’re not in Jinjing at all.
After you left me that phone number, I had it checked and found out it’s from Shencheng!
Sniffling, Mo Si said, “But Miss Lu, if you don’t come back soon, I really won’t be able to keep this up.
I feel like F Continent and B Extreme Continent are already waving at me…”
Lu Mian didn’t know how to explain to Mo Si and thought for a long time, “Anyway, those messages you’re sending, Mo Ye might not be able to receive them.”
With the signal blocked, he certainly wouldn’t see those messages unless he reconnected himself.
“…” Mo Si felt a tiny bit of relief, “Then let’s quickly align our stories, don’t give yourself away…”
Lu Mian felt that Mo Si had mastered the essence of “A Little Lie Technique Every Day”, about to give him a warning, when suddenly someone snatched the phone from her hand.
She watched wide-eyed as Xiao Qimo, with a dark expression, answered Mo Si’s call.
An icy voice traveled through the receiver, making Mo Si on the other end pause for breath for three seconds before erupting.
“Miss Lu, why is there a man by you?!
Even if you’re beautiful, you can’t do this behind Mo Ye’s back!
I must contact Mo Ye, even if it kills me, I have to protect the honor on top of Mo Ye’s head!”
Mo Si babbled on and on.
Xiao Qimo let out a scoff, “Not only have you learned to lie, but you also learned to betray your master.
Mo Si, I doubt even the Solar System can take you.”
The calm voice carried an imposing force, pressuring the person on the other end of the phone.
Mo Si suddenly panicked, “Mo, Mo Ye?!”