Chapter 1258: She Calls Him Brother

“Brother~”

Chu Yao tugged at his shirt, swinging it back and forth, a motion invisible to others.

Her slow-motion-like tugging managed to pull Mo Tingshen’s shirt out of his pants a bit.

He knocked her hand away with an expressionless face, “Just speak properly, don’t touch.”

“Then are we having hot pot or not?”

Mo Tingshen glanced at her, “I’ll take you, but if Sister Mi catches you, you’re the one getting scolded.

I’m not covering for you.”

“Alright then!”

Anyway, with him by her side, Sister Mi wouldn’t dare say anything.

Mo Tingshen held her as they walked out, still with many unwilling-to-leave fans outside the airport.

They watched Chu Yao from afar without disturbing her, witnessing their goddess being embraced by their god into the car.

“Isn’t that the CEO of Shengjing?

He’s Sister Yao’s boss.

They have such a good relationship.”

“She called him brother, and he didn’t deny it.

Seems like she calls him that in private.

Oh my god, the celibate CEO and the dazzling top-tier celebrity, I ship them so much!”

Someone whispered, “What if they’re real siblings?”

That sentence was like stirring a hornet’s nest.

All eyes turned towards the speaker.

“Impossible!

One’s surname is Mo, the other is Chu!

They can’t be siblings.”

“Sister Yao’s background is so tightly hidden, it makes you wonder!”

“Anyway, I’m very satisfied with this CEO.

Even if he wants to be with Sister Yao, I approve of this brother-in-law, what’s wrong with calling him brother!”

Chu Yao and Mo Tingshen were completely unconcerned about raising suspicions.

Since her debut, rumors about her and Mo Tingshen had never ceased, but no substantial evidence had ever been caught.

Maybe some paparazzi took photos, but no one dared to publish them.

Chu Yao didn’t know her fans were arguing for her sake, eagerly finding a hot pot place and booking a private room.

She was extremely confident in her figure.

With a table full of ingredients, only one or two plates were vegetables, the rest was all meat, like she was diving into a pot of meat.

Grabbing a heap of hairy tripe with her chopsticks, she dunked it into her mouth once it was cooked, not paying attention to her image at all, smudging her lipstick pretty quickly.

Mo Tingshen purposely ordered a split hot pot, and when the waiter brought it, he had them place the spicy side facing Chu Yao, while he occasionally picked some food to cook in the clear soup.

Chu Yao, busy eating, still found time to tease him, “Aren’t you good at eating spicy food?

Why eat the clear soup?

Planning to become a monk?”

Mo Tingshen let out a cold laugh, “You have a calming effect on me.”

“Really?”

Chu Yao stood up, her leg bent from the chair behind her, so she bent halfway, her hands propping on each side, leaning over the hot pot, trying to get closer to him.

Seeing this dangerous action, Mo Tingshen’s heart skipped a beat.

He immediately stood up, walked to her side, and with one hand on her shoulder, pushed her back into her seat.

“What are you doing, just talk!

Is the meat in the pot not enough for you, you want to cook yourself too?”

Chu Yao giggled, “Well, if I cook myself, would you dare to eat?”

“Do you think I’m Ji Chang!”

“Well, I’m not your son either.”

His hand still pressed on her shoulder, Chu Yao leaned towards him along with his force, inching closer into his embrace.

Her eyes cast flirtatious glances from the perfectly buttoned shirt upwards, lingering on his Adam’s apple, where her gaze narrowed slightly, then slowly lifting to meet his eyes.

The distance between them was drawn in very close by her.

Her lips, reddened and swollen from the spice, lightly brushed against his chin.

Mo Tingshen didn’t dodge.

So when she spoke, it was almost as if her words were whispered against his lips, “Brother, tell me, who am I to you exactly?”