Mr.CEO Is So Obsessed with His Hot Wife

Chapter 635: Hitting on Someone

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“She’s my sister!”

Yaen Chi blurted out.

After speaking, he abruptly turned to look at Mo Tingshen’s expression.

It was extremely dark.

Which was understandable, since the identity of “sister” was somewhat unfriendly to Mo Tingshen at the moment.

Yaen Chi’s words sounded almost like he was purposely picking a fight with him.

“So, uh, I didn’t mean anything else by it.

You drink up, I’ll be back soon.”

Mo Tingshen gave him a cool glance.

This explanation was worse than no explanation at all.

Insisting on making things difficult, he must have had a hole in his brain to call these two harmful friends out.

Even the mood for drowning his sorrows in alcohol was gone.

Soon, Mo Tingshen tasted the agony of drinking on an empty stomach.

He picked up the room’s phone, intending to order some dishes, then suddenly remembered that this private room was under Ye Wanting’s charge.

If he made the call, Yaen Chi would definitely be listening in.

Forget it then.

He decided to step out personally, planning to signal any waiter for food and to get some fresh air in the process.

Little did he know, just as he opened the door, a figure stumbled toward his chest.

Mo Tingshen instinctively reached out to catch her.

As he sensed the woman’s intention to lean into his embrace, he pushed her away with force when he let go.

Shen Shixuan staggered back two steps before stabilizing herself.

She lifted a pair of blurry, drunken eyes, her eye corners accentuating her feigned coquettishness, and after looking him over in surprised admiration for a moment, she exclaimed with delight, “President Mo?”

Mo Tingshen’s face remained impassive as he walked past her.

Shen Shixuan immediately followed, anxiously explaining, “I’m here playing with friends and had a few too many drinks.

I felt uncomfortable so I came out, it wasn’t intentional to bump into President Mo.”

Mo Tingshen didn’t respond.

Summoning her courage, Shen Shixuan pressed on, “Sorry to bother you, but are you heading to the restroom?

I couldn’t find it myself.

Could you, if it’s not too much trouble, show me the way?”

Mo Tingshen snorted coldly, “Old-fashioned flirting tactics, go back and practice some more.”

Shen Shixuan’s face flushed with embarrassment, as she fought to steady her breathing, “It’s not like that.

I…

we’ve met before.”

“Oh?”

Standing in front of the elevator, Mo Tingshen inquired, “When was that?”

“At Nan Jiaojiao and my brother’s engagement ceremony.

I saw you then.

I remember a waiter accidentally spilled wine on my dress, and you gave me your coat to cover myself.”

Mo Tingshen genuinely couldn’t remember who the woman before him was.

But she mentioned Nan Jiaojiao.

“You’re Shen Shichu’s sister?”

Shen Shixuan’s heart pounded like a drum, “Yes, I am.

So, this isn’t our first meeting, I’m really not trying to hit on you.

It’s just a coincidence, please don’t misunderstand.”

Yet her eyes kept staring at him.

When the man glanced sideways at her, she bashfully shifted her gaze away.

“Shen Family,” Mo Tingshen laughed softly.

There was an unmistakable hint of sarcasm in his laughter.

Shen Shixuan felt a sudden alarm.

Now that the Shen Family and Nan Jiaojiao had come to a complete falling out, yet there she was, using that woman’s identity to approach the man she fancied.

The less Mo Tingshen laughed, the better; his laughter made her feel like a guilty thief.

“About Jiaojiao…

actually, we are good friends, but we grew apart because of my brother’s situation,” she hurriedly explained.

“Then keep your distance,” Mo Tingshen pressed the down button for the elevator, his voice cold, “Don’t wave Jiaojiao’s banner around.”

Shen Shixuan suddenly looked up.

She had fallen in love with Mo Tingshen at first sight during the engagement banquet.

At that event, he came with Bo Yanching and didn’t stay till the end.

Before leaving, he was surrounded by several businessmen, engaged in conversation.

Shen Shixuan arranged for a waiter to go up and strike a conversation, instructing the waiter to spill wine on her, specifically on her chest, as nowhere else would do.

The look Mo Tingshen gave her at that moment, she would never forget for as long as she lived.

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