The Billionaire's Brokenhearted Deal-Chapter 27 - I let you hold me not grope me
Chapter 27 -27: I let you hold me, not grope me.
Chapter 27 -27: I let you hold me, not grope me.
Mo Chen just stood there as she hugged him, his tone somewhat chilly, “I allowed you to hug but not to grope.”
Uh…
How embarrassing.
She obediently wrapped her arms around the man’s waist, her cheek pressed against his chest.
“Now being held by me, it doesn’t feel so bad, does it?”
The man’s handsome face was tense, his lips tightly sealed as though he was enduring something.
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It was uncomfortable, but he still wanted Qiao Ruoxin to hold him.
He looked down at Qiao Ruoxin’s profile, her thick curled eyelashes, and said in a deep voice, “Was that song a threat to me?”
Qiao Ruoxin looked up in confusion, “Huh?”
Mo Chen gazed into her eyes, his voice low and hoarse, “If I don’t agree to get back together with you, I won’t even be allowed to think about you, hm?”
Only then did she realize what the man meant.
She was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on her face.
“You Better Not Think About Me,” she chose this song because it was challenging, so she could show her strength to the coaches.
Ruoxin batted her innocent eyes, “Yeah, in the future, you better not think about me.”
The next second, the man mercilessly pushed her away and suddenly turned as if he wanted to leave.
Ruoxin’s sweet voice sounded behind him, “Because I will keep pestering you.”
The man’s figure paused.
After five seconds, perhaps ten, he commanded, “Come and hug me.”
That line again!
But Ruoxin still obediently complied and went over to hug him from behind.
Her cheek pressed against his broad back.
Mo Chen frowned, looking down at the slender, pale hands that were around his waist, his Adam’s apple bobbed once.
“Mo Chen, you’ve lost weight, in the past when I hugged you…”
The words were left unfinished, as the door was suddenly pushed open.
It was Wen Wan!
Wen Wan was dumbfounded by the scene before her, having heard from many that a man had broken into Qiao Ruoxin’s room.
But Wen Wan would have never imagined that the scene she witnessed upon opening the door would be this.
It looked as though Mo Chen wanted to leave, and Qiao Ruoxin was forcibly holding him from behind.
“Qiao Ruoxin! Let go! Stop holding him!”
Wen Wan knew how severe Mo Chen’s psychological barriers were and felt her heart being wrenched. What if his condition flared up!
The small room was now even more crowded.
Ruoxin had no choice but to withdraw her arms from around the man’s waist.
“Wen Wan, give her the cellphone,” the man finally spoke.
Wen Wan’s eyes widened, unable to believe her ears, “Mo Chen! During the recording of the show, private use of cellphones is prohibited; it’s the rule of the production team!”
“Give it to her!” His voice was cold and resolute.
Wen Wan glanced at Ruoxin, who had a smile in her eyes, and stubbornly resisted, “I won’t! I am the chief director; I can’t break this rule!”
Mo Chen did not waste words with Wen Wan but tossed his own phone into Ruoxin’s arms.
Fortunately, she was quick to catch it.
“Keep your phone on 24 hours, dare to not answer again, and I’ll kill you myself.”
That commanding tone again.
After spoken, Mo Chen gave Ruoxin one more glance and then left the room.
Wen Wan witnessed the whole process, her heart nearly shattered.
“Qiao Ruoxin, you are something, aren’t you? Without a cellphone, you call upon Mo Chen to demand it for you?” Wen Wan nearly lost control and screamed.
She smiled faintly, hugging her arms, “How do you still not get it? Me not handing over my phone was actually to save your face, otherwise, he would embarrass you in person like he did just now.”
Wen Wan glared at her hatefully, then turned to follow in Mo Chen’s footsteps, intending to confront him.
