Mo Yan's Transmigration Inside The Book

191 - 195

191 Serious Work

Eyes turned envious at Gong Qiye, if looks could kill, he would have been dead.

Zeyuan turned back to his work, and there was a frown. He looked to Muchen,

'The redevelopment south of the Yangtze river you mentioned a few days ago – I received news that the residents are reluctant to move away. It was reported, but the information wasn't passed on. Are you aware of this?'

Mo Yan looked up, and rose out of her seat pulling away from Qiye.

'I'll leave you to work. It sounds serious.'

Qiye looked at them coldly before stroking her, 'It's okay, it's just that we need to clean up our people below.' (Zuben: Send them to south Africa?)

'The land is also a lot in the auction.' Muchen said thoughtfully.

'Hm, it seems we know who the clowns are.' Hanyu said with a mocking smile, before turning to Mo Yan.

'Do you want us to accompany you tonight?' His expression turned light. He watched her with expectation, hoping for her accent – he wanted to hold her again. It made him excited thinking about it.

'No admittance to my room.' She said. She wasn't so stupid. Let one come in, all of them would come and she would be able to get out of bed. She once heard you can't spoil a man too much, lest, they ride on your head.

'Can I kiss you?'

'No.'

'How about a hug.'

'No. No. No.' she said firmly.

He slumped down looking mildly dejected. There was no other way, who told them to spoil her so. It was best to spoil her so much that she would not be able to leave them.

192 Backless

Ye Hanyu held her arm and led her forward into the sitting room.

The men's faced turned blue.

Gong Qiye covered his face as he said, 'This one isn't good looking. We still have time; how about we change it, Yan'er.'

Mo Yan smiled cattily, 'No need. I like it. Let's go.'

Her evening dress looked pretty and conservative from the front, but the back was open down to her waist revealing her silken skin.

Damn it! Who brought her this dress?!

Mo Yan grinned as though she was aware of their thoughts, 'I asked Xu-ge to send it.'

This Chu Jinxu had been born to go against them. (Zuben: Long may he prosper)

'But it would be cold tonight, why don't you get take a shawl.' Zeyuan asked lightly, with burning anger in his eyes.

'The auditorium will be heated.' She retorted.

'But it would be cold between the house and the car, and you may catch a cold...'

'I am fine, and in good health. We need to leave or I'll be late.' Mo Yan said firmly.

They all nodded, reluctantly acquiescing. The only thing they could do was make sure no bees and butterflies hovered around her.

'Hold on, Yan'er. I got you earrings. They would suit you better.' Muchen said taking an earring box out of a velvet bag. (Zuben: That the brownies brought) He stepped up to her and opened the box. They were chandelier diamond earrings with flashed in the light.

Seeing she didn't refuse him, he gently took off her earrings, and stroked her jade lobes. His actions were gentle as though he were touching the most precious treasure. After putting them on, he tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear.