Be a Good Boy and Marry Me-Chapter 452 - 330: They Seem like a Match Made in Heaven_1
Chapter 452: Chapter 330: They Seem like a Match Made in Heaven_1
Even when saying heart-fluttering words of love, Mo Shiting can’t help but reflect his inherent seriousness and dominance. However, Gu Li adores his concentration, which is what attracts her the most.
“Brother Ting, I’ve never doubted you.”
Gu Li raised her face and smiled at him, her eyes curving, “With your sharp eyes, how could you not love me and go after other women?” freёweɓnovel.com
Mo Shiting couldn’t help but laugh, playfully pinching her nose, “What exactly is your skin made of, hmm?”
Gu Li pouted slightly, an expression of pride on her face: “Of course it’s made of sugar, otherwise why would it be so sweet!”
Mo Shiting: “…”
After getting into the car, Gu Li asked as she fastened her seatbelt, “Where are we going? Are we going straight back to Blue Sky and Blue Sea?”
Mo Shiting started the car, pretending to be mysterious, “Don’t ask, you’ll know when we get there.”
Gu Li pouted, “Alright, I won’t ask then.”
Anyway, she already knew they were not going home first.
As for where they were going?
Hehe, might he be taking her on a date?
Thinking about this, Gu Li felt a hint of anticipation.
The corner of Mo Shiting’s lips curled up, revealing a faint smile.
It was Friday, there was some traffic on the road, and by the time they got back to the city, it was already close to seven o’clock.
Gu Li touched her slightly hungry stomach and was about to ask Mo Shiting where they were going to eat next, when he suddenly pulled over. In front of them was a KFC.
Huh, has the sun risen from the west?
He actually wanted to eat at KFC?
She didn’t think he would, after all, there were no other restaurants nearby except for this KFC.
Sure enough, Mo Shiting spoke, “Wait in the car, I’ll go and get you some takeaway.”
Gu Li looked at him, puzzled, “Why can’t we just eat inside?”
Mo Shiting unbuckled his seatbelt, smiling as he explained, “We’re pressed for time, so we’ll have a quick meal in the car.”
Without waiting for Gu Li’s response, he quickly got out of the car.
Gu Li scratched her hair, unable to figure out what he was up to.
But anyway, she liked KFC, so she didn’t care.
With that thought, Gu Li stopped worrying and calmly waited for Mo Shiting in the car.
Right then, Ye Yining called.
Gu Li answered immediately, “Sister Yining.”
“Little Pear, are you back in the city yet?”
Ye Yining’s voice was pleasant, like a sweet oriole’s song.
Gu Li hummed in response, “Yes, I’m back. Did you call because you’ve already made plans to meet with that beautiful aunt you introduced me to?”
“Yes, yes, we’ve arranged to have afternoon tea the day after tomorrow. You’re free, right?”
“I am!”
“Great, I’ll text you the time and location later.”
“Okay, sure.”
After Gu Li finished speaking, she saw Mo Shiting coming out of KFC with a big bag. So, she said to Ye Yining, “Sister Yining, see you the day after then.”
“Okay.”
Ye Yining hung up, laughing.
Just as Gu Li put down her phone, Mo Shiting opened the door and handed her the bag.
“Thanks.”
Gu Li smiled at him sweetly and immediately began checking what he had bought.
Fortunately, he bought all her favorite snacks and tapioca milk tea.
Well done.
“Brother Ting.”
Gu Li put a piece of French fry in her mouth and asked him, “Where exactly are we going? You’re being all secretive. Stop keeping me in suspense.”
Mo Shiting glanced at her and finally told her. “We’re going to a charity auction.”
“Oh.”
Gu Li nodded lightly, “No wonder you wanted me to eat first.”
Auctions generally start at eight o’clock prime time and end after ten, leaving no time for a proper dinner.
While she was lost in thought, Mo Shiting already restarted the engine.
Gu Li took two fries, dipped them in ketchup and held them up to his mouth, “Brother Ting, open your mouth.”
Mo Shiting obediently opened his mouth and ate the fries.
He usually didn’t like fast food, but today, he surprisingly found it quite good.
“Have some more.”
“Mmm.”
Gu Li happily continued to feed him.
Seeing him seem to enjoy the food made her genuinely delighted.
Getting him on the same page was not an easy task.
“Brother Ting, want a popcorn chicken?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
All the way, Little Pear kept offering him food. They shared whatever she ate, savouring the same flavours. It was pure happiness.
20 minutes later, the car suddenly stopped.
“Get out.”
Mo Shiting unbuckled his seatbelt as he spoke.
