Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

He smelled not only of tobacco but also of liquor, which, though not very strong, did exist.

He didn't seem to care if she recognized him or not, and his voice that was as hoarse and cold as hers rang in her ears as he imprisoned her with his hands. "What did you just call me?"

Ji Nuan leaned back. "CEO Mo."

He pressed his forehead against hers, his nose against hers, and his lips were about to touch hers again, but she drew back to keep her distance from him.

He didn't approach her again, and, at that moment, the light in the corridor suddenly came on.

Ji Nuan slightly narrowed her eyes when they were stung by the sudden light. Her eyes were not used to the sudden light, but at the same time, she saw the man in front of her clearly.

Mo Jingshen was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a few buttons open at the collar of his shirt. He was just as sanctimonious as he had been in the cafe during the day, but no one would expect that CEO Mo of Shine Group, who seemed to live an abstinent life actually went to his ex-wife's house at midnight and forced a kiss on her during a blackout.

And this ex-wife was abandoned by him.

Ji Nuan wanted to laugh, and she did laugh at the man in front of her. Her smile was cold and indifferent, without any heat. Although her lips were red and hot and looked particularly attractive, her smile was so cold, and her eyes were full of ridicule.

It was not the first time he had heard her call him CEO Mo.

At the convention center, at the resort, she had always called him CEO Mo, naturally and with ease.

Mo Jingshen looked into her eyes that were like a pair of black beads in the water, clear and clean, shiny yet cold. Her eyelashes flickered in the light, slowly and temptingly, as if tickling his heart.

He let go of her and took a step back, looking sanctimonious and aloof as ever as if everything was under his control. He looked at her, who had to lean against the door to stay on her feet, and slowly said, "Call me a different way."

Ji Nuan said, "CEO Mo, are you in a drunken fit? Your capacity for drinking is beyond the reach of ordinary people. You don't smell particularly of wine. How did you get so drunk? The most appropriate way I should address you is CEO Mo. What else do you want me to call you?"

She paused and suddenly sneered. "Mr. Mo?"

Mo Jingshen looked at her deeply and quietly. "Can't you just call me by my name?"

Ji Nuan chuckled. "This is inappropriate."

He frowned. "Why?"

She answered, "It's just inappropriate."

He slowly put one hand into his trouser pocket and drew back half a meter away from her so that he could see her clearly. He looked at her coldly. "Is it because you're seeing another man?"

Today she was mistaken for a daughter-in-law in the cafe and at night she was kissed in the car, which was all seen by him.

No wonder.

She didn't recognize his car downstairs, the same Ghost, because there was no light.

Ji Nuan took a breath and leaned against the door. With her eyes half-closed and half-open, she didn't look at him. She looked at ease as if she was just catching up with an old friend and had no sense of crisis when confronting her ex-husband. "CEO Mo, what're you talking about? I'm afraid I don't understand."

She glanced again at the cigarette butts on the floor. "CEO Mo, I think you know this is a no-smoking area. You smoke at the door of my house while we're out of power. Without electricity, you can't trigger the fire alarm system, can you? Are you happy to have me exposed to your secondhand smoke?"

Then she took the key out of the bag again, leaning against the door for she had no strength in her legs. She turned the key in the lock as she said, "I've just climbed fifteen stories and had no strength left. If you want to do something here, I can't stop you."

When she finally opened the door, she remembered that the power was already on and that she could get in by inputting the password.

She paused. Forget it. If she inputted the password, he would see it, and then she might not be able to live here anymore.

As Ji Nuan opened the door, she entered with unsteady steps and turned on the light. Seeing that the man had no intention of coming in, she smiled coldly at him. "CEO Mo, have you sobered up? Do you remember what you just did?"

With that, she slammed the door shut, blocking him out.

After entering the door, Ji Nuan threw the bag to the ground and bent down to rub her legs. Then she staggered to the sofa and sat down.

Shit, it was really a torture to climb up to the fifteenth floor! It was killing her!

She rested for a while, but her legs were still numb. She leaned on the sofa with her eyes open, and suddenly, something occurred to her, and she took out the cell phone from the bag and put it on the end table to charge it. After looking at her phone for a while, she felt a little sleepy, gradually closed her eyes, and slept for a while on the sofa.

Until the phone suddenly fell to the ground, Ji Nuan didn't wake up. With a confused look, she looked at the empty living room and then at the time. She had already slept for an hour on the sofa!

Sitting on the sofa, she thought about it. Then she put the phone down, got up, went to the door, and peered through the cat's eye in the door.

There was no one outside.

Waking up from the dream, for a moment, she suspected that that Mo Jingshen, who appeared in the apartment building, may not be true.

But the fact that her shin was still numb showed it was true that she had climbed to the fifteenth floor.

Ji Nuan pushed the door open and looked out. Sure enough, there was no one in the corridor. Even the cigarette butt on the floor had disappeared.

She looked thoughtfully at the empty corridor. Standing for a moment, she raised her hand and rubbed her temple before turning to go back into the house and close the door.

At this time, her footsteps suddenly stopped, and she looked back at the empty corridor.

The man had left, and the cigarette butt was also taken away.

But the faint smell of tobacco was still lingering here. Although it was faint, this was a non-smoking area, where no one usually smoked.

So

It was true

Thinking of this, she immediately felt her head ached more. She closed the door, rubbed and pressed her temples hard, return to the sofa, and sat down. She had suddenly climbed to the fifteenth floor, which was too exhausting for her, so she was not feeling well. Her legs, feet, and head ached. After a short rest, it occurred to her to go into the bathroom and soak her legs and feet in hot water for a while to relieve her fatigue.