The Billionaire's Brokenhearted Deal-Chapter 48 - The Overprotective Mr. Mo
Chapter 48 -48: The Overprotective Mr. Mo
Chapter 48 -48: The Overprotective Mr. Mo
Jiang Mansion Number One.
Qiao Ruoxin had just walked into the living room when she was startled by the scene before her.
Mo Chen’s band of brothers had all actually gathered. What were they planning to do?
“Little sister Qiao, why did you just get back? Hurry, hurry, hurry, ‘Idol 101’ is about to start!” Ji Haochuan waved at her excitedly.
She looked towards Mo Chen, who sat on a single sofa with his right arm resting on the armrest, his slender fingers supporting his forehead, his handsome features cold.
“So you’re all going to watch ‘Idol 101’ here, right in front of me?”
Oh my heavens!
This is practically a public execution!
Bai Junyan leaned on the sofa, turning his head to look at her: “Come quick, let’s see how you did in the second episode. Big brothers here will start voting for you next round.”
She gave an embarrassed smile, walked over, and sat down on the sofa.
This feeling… it was like you’re taking a bath and suddenly a bunch of people barge in for a tour.
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Mo Chen looked up indifferently and glanced at them: “Each of you has to vote at least a million.”
The brothers: “???”
Bai Junyan: “I’m the producer’s boss, I can’t vote, it’s up to you guys.”
Lu Siheng: “Okay, I’ll vote a million.”
Ji Haochuan: “Then I’ll also vote a million, but Gu, shouldn’t you double your votes? After all, Ruoxin is also your ideal type.”
Gu Mocheng: “…”
Qiao Ruoxin: “???”
Why did she feel like Gu Mocheng looked at her the least favorably?
Suddenly, the air was filled with a strange and dangerous aura.
Mo Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to look at Gu Mocheng, repeating the three words: “Ideal type?”
Gu Mocheng looked completely composed, lifted his coffee to sip: “What’s so surprising about that? She’s the ideal type for most young masters in the rich second-generation circle.”
Gu Mocheng then glanced at Qiao Ruoxin: “But I just like her face. That personality… forget it, I’m afraid I might end up committing domestic violence against her.”
Qiao Ruoxin was speechless…
Truly living up to being the man most similar to Mo Chen, one brutally straightforward, the other cold and ruthless.
Mo Chen, sitting on the single sofa, spoke in a deep voice: “What’s wrong with her personality? If you can’t handle it, don’t blame the road for being uneven.”
That indifferent tone also carried a hint of protectiveness.
The brothers: “…”
Qiao Ruoxin couldn’t help but smile.
This damn man was too cute for words.
Bai Junyan, watching the television screen, shouted: “It’s starting, it’s starting! I want to see why this stinky little sister is so popular.”
Consequently, everyone’s gaze focused on the TV, including Mo Chen’s.
Qiao Ruoxin just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into; the 100-inch big screen was like watching a movie.
The content of the second episode of ‘Idol 101’ was the theme song evaluation.
She really couldn’t bear to watch herself on the screen and turned her gaze to Mo Chen.
He wore a dark green robe, which suited his brooding temperament. He probably had another sleepless night.
“Brother Mo Chen, how many votes are you going to give me?” she asked with a sweet smile.
The man looked at her expressionlessly, his attitude cold and infuriating: “Have you seen a guy vote for his ex-girlfriend after being dumped for two years?”
The smile on Qiao Ruoxin’s lips gradually faded…
This damn man! She really wanted to bite him to death!
She suppressed her anger and smiled faintly: “Then you’re having them vote?”
Mo Chen laughed out loud, scoffing: “Afraid you’ll lose too badly and then drag me into trending on social media.”
Don’t get angry, don’t get angry.
This damn man was doing this on purpose.
“Do you have to be so petty? It was just a bump last night, I didn’t do it on purpose…”
As soon as she said this, Mo Chen’s dark pupils quickly filled with irritation, and he said sharply: “Qiao Ruoxin!”
The brothers: “???”
“Where did it bump? Where, where!” Bai Junyan was the first to catch the scent of gossip.
