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Chapter 1680: Marry Me, Please? (Part Ten)

Mo Fei sat down when Wen Shan pulled her back. “Sis Mo Fei, if I were afraid, I wouldn’t have let you in at all just now, okay?”

Mo Fei was forced to return to her seat. Wen Shan took a pillow and sat down beside her. “But what happened between you and Qian Yikun? Did you two have a disagreement?”

“No.” Mo Fei felt depressed the moment her thoughts went to Qian Yikun.

Wen Shan tapped her chin and sat cross-legged. “Sis Mo Fei, you actually like Qian Yikun, don’t you?”

“Are you effing kidding me? Me? Like him?” Mo Fei exclaimed.

“Heh, why are you getting so worked up if you don’t like him?” Wen Shan nudged Mo Fei’s shoulder with her shoulder. “Say, Sis Mo Fei, both of us have been bridesmaids to Sis-in-law, so I guess we can say that we hit it off pretty well. So, tell me the truth, do you like Qian Yikun?”

“If I like him, I’d rather die!” Mo Fei sneered.

Wen Shan snorted and leaned on the sofa. “What if Qian Yikun likes you?”

“He likes me? That’s also an effing joke.” There was more mockery in her voice.

Wen Shan’s big eyes darted around. When she heard the door open, she screamed and jumped up from the sofa. “My husbrain is back!”

Husbrain?

The corners of Mo Fei’s lips twitched. Husbrain? ‘Birdbrain’ sounded more apt.

Nalan Chunbo had just opened the door and entered when Wen Shan pounced on him. He reached out and hugged her. Wen Shan wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “Why did the principal ask for you?”

“Matters about the reform.” Nalan Chunbo carried Wen Shan in, only to exchange glances with Mo Fei, who was smiling with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes.

Nalan Chunbo was stunned for a moment. He would usually go along with Wen Shan no matter how much she kicked up a fuss when the two of them were alone at home. He also liked Wen Shan messing with him, but now that there was an outsider at home. Eventually, he decided to put Wen Shan down.

“Why are you here?”

“What kind of look is that? What did I do to you for you to show me this face?” Mo Fei sneered as she watched Nalan Chunbo lead Wen Shan to sit down opposite them. “I have nowhere else to go. Take me in.”

“Why did you provoke him?” Nalan Chunbo received the glass of water that Wen Shan happily handed him and reached out to hold her hand. Then, he continued, “Don’t tell me you don’t know who Ye Cong is?”

Mo Fei hugged the pillow and lay down on the sofa. “When did the guy become so close to his old man, anyway? Furthermore, it was a hundred million bucks. The guy’s not even a good person.”

“Are you that desperate for money?”

“No, I’m not. I’m just bored,” Mo Fei said matter-of-factly.

“You were so bored that you went to kill someone that could send Qian Yikun walking into a bullet. I know that some time ago, Qian Yikun solved a case that involved his people.” Nalan Chunbo was obviously not convinced.

“Hey, what does this have to do with Qian Yikun?” Mo Fei started to get anxious. She felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Wen Shan clung onto Nalan Chunbo and smiled a little wretchedly.

Mo Fei could not help feeling that this was a trap. That Nalan Chunbo was an old devil.

“It’s doesn’t seem to be safe for you to stay here either. Ye Cong knows about our relationship.” Nalan Chunbo told her the truth.

Mo Fei’s expression changed slightly, but she was still smiling. “That’s true, I understand.” As she said that, she stood up to leave.

“Sis Mo Fei—” Wen Shan hurriedly called out.

For a brief second there, Mo Fei felt herself tearing up. However, if she allowed herself that, then she was no longer Mo Fei.

“I have a place that you can go to,” Nalan Chunbo stood up and said.