Chapter 1269: Real or Fake Sleep

Who the hell are you calling cowardly!

Mo Tingshen held her upright, shifting her from his right arm to his left.

Lin Shoo stood by the car, and as soon as he saw Mo Tingshen walk out, he immediately opened the back car door.

Just about to speak, Mo Tingshen glanced at him, his eyes indicating Chu Yao leaning on his shoulder.

Asleep.

Lin Shoo wisely shut his mouth, lifted his hand to protect the car roof, and drove away after Mo Tingshen had gotten in.

He had already identified a nearby property under Mo Tingshen’s name, a spacious three-bedroom apartment.

Mo Tingshen placed Chu Yao on the master bed, covered her with a blanket, and stood by the bed watching for a long time before leaving.

Lin Shoo was still waiting, reporting to him: “President Mo, everything has been handled.

We paid some money to keep mouths shut.

That man will no longer appear in that bar, and the photography team has been dealt with.

Also, the paparazzi caught outside the hotel with two vehicles have been taken care of.

No gossip about Miss Chu will leak out tomorrow.”

Mo Tingshen nodded, took out two cigarettes, and handed one to Lin Shoo between his fingers.

Lin Shoo accepted it with both hands.

Mo Tingshen put the cigarette in his mouth, used his hand to shield his mouth, and lit it.

“Transfer fifty million to her card.”

Lin Shoo: “Okay.”

Every time Miss Chu is in a bad mood, President Mo would give her a sum of money to spend as she pleases.

The amount varies each time but never decreases.

It was late at night.

Mo Tingshen worked late into the night in the study.

After turning off the computer, he took his coffee cup out, washed it under a faucet, then placed it on the rack and filled another cup with warm water.

He finished drinking in several gulps.

Tonight he planned to sleep in the secondary bedroom.

Adjacent to the master bedroom, he glanced sideways when pushing the door, feeling unsure, he gently turned the doorknob to the master bedroom.

The inside was pitch dark.

The outermost pair of sheer curtains covered the windows, blocking some of the outside light, but enough light still seeped in to illuminate the path.

The blanket on Chu Yao was bunched up into a mound, resembling a small mountain pressing on her, with her feet sticking out of the quilt; Mo Tingshen touched them, they were alarmingly cold.

He pulled the corners of the quilt open, covering her properly.

She was lying face down, her face pointed directly at him.

Mo Tingshen brushed the hair on her face back to her neck, intending to turn her over; as he pushed her slightly, Chu Yao elbowed him.

If he hadn’t dodged quickly, Mo Tingshen’s nose might have suffered.

He dared not touch her again, standing by to watch her for a while, relieved that she wasn’t kicking the quilt anymore.

He was about to leave when his pants got tugged as he turned around.

He turned back, his gaze shifting from Chu Yao’s hand to her face, “Are you really asleep or just pretending?”

Chu Yao smacked her lips.

After waiting a while, seeing no sign of her waking, he pried her fingers off one by one and left the room.

Took a three-day break.

Nan Jiaojiao was almost at her limit.

Except for going downstairs to eat, she spent the rest of her time cooped up at home.

Bo Yanching, on the other hand, wasn’t bored; he had an endless stream of work to handle.

Han Che was nowhere to be seen.

Only she, the unemployed sofa-dweller, was left in the cycle of eating and sleeping.

The couch almost became her second nest, and she’d nearly turned Peppa Pig into a classic relic.

Unable to bear it any longer, Nan Jiaojiao tossed the remote onto the sofa and stormed into the study to find Bo Yanching.

“What’s wrong?”

The study door wasn’t closed.

Hearing the footsteps, Bo Yanching looked up and saw her sulking expression.

He smiled and gestured her over, “Come here to vent.”

“No, I won’t!”

For once, Nan Jiaojiao showed some backbone, “When are we finally going back to Rongcheng?”