Chapter 643: Sneak Peek at Her

He was so drunk he lost control.

On someone like Mo Tingshen, who was always in control, this was almost an impossibility.

He had no addiction to smoking or drinking, usually only wetting his lips with alcohol.

He never imagined he would one day seek solace in liquor.

Yaen Chi and Loo Jinyang helped Mo Tingshen into the back seat.

Both of them had drunk, so they couldn’t drive, but luckily Mo Tingshen’s assistant was there.

Before leaving, Yaen Chi rested one hand on the roof of the car, bending down to look at the man in the back seat, the corners of his lips slightly curled in schadenfreude, “When you’re sober, check your WeChat.

I was afraid you’d be anxious, so I sent you the address of Miss Lu’s hidden apartment.”

Mo Tingshen chuckled softly, “Since when did you start playing the good Samaritan?”

“Isn’t this me caring about you?

No one else gets that treatment.”

Yaen Chi tapped on the roof a few times, his smile quietly spreading, “If you get beaten up, remember to call me.

I’ve got plenty of free time to help you collect your body.”

“Heh.”

Mo Tingshen slapped him and closed the car window.

Yaen Chi stood there watching the car leave, took out his cigarette pack with only one left, and tapped Loo Jinyang on the shoulder, “Give me a cigarette.”

Loo Jinyang’s eyes widened, “But Brother Chi, I saw it.

You clearly have one.”

“Just one.

It’s not good for a brother to hog it all.

Tell me, should I share with you or not?”

Loo Jinyang imagined the awkward scene of two grown men standing on the street corner sharing one cigarette and shuddered at the thought.

It was a bit disgusting, and embarrassing.

He fished out a cigarette and a lighter, lit one for Yaen Chi first, and then lit one for himself.

He couldn’t help but mock, “What’s with all this ‘brother’ business?

You’re all copying Brother Mo, getting addicted to hanging ‘brother’ off your lips, Brother Chi, and you don’t even have a sister.”

Yaen Chi quickly glanced up, slapping Loo Jinyang on the back of the head, “Aren’t I older than you?”

“Older…” Loo Jinyang gritted his teeth, “But you don’t have a sister either.”

Yaen Chi let out a peculiar laugh, “What do I need a sister for, to be spoiled like Mo the Fox and Xu Shu?

They make a fuss and threaten to run away whenever they’re upset.

Could I handle that?”

Loo Jinyang wisely dropped the subject.

On the road.

After being hit by a few gusts of cold wind, Mo Tingshen sobered up slightly and squinted at the road outside the window.

In a hoarse voice, he asked, “Where are we going?”

“You have an apartment nearby, close to the company.

I’m taking you there to rest.”

“Mmm.”

Mo Tingshen responded faintly.

His phone chimed.

He took it out, saw it was a promotional ad, dismissed it, and then unintentionally opened his WeChat.

Yaen Chi indeed sent him an address.

“To Jing Garden.”

“What?” Lin Shoo was an old hand who had followed Mo Tingshen for many years and knew all about his boss’s properties inside and out.

“You don’t have a place at Jing Garden.”

“To Jing Garden,” Mo Tingshen repeated.

Lin Shoo was utterly confused.

He searched it on the navigation: oh great, not only did they have to turn around, but it was also more than twenty minutes away.

He dared not complain, intentionally slowing down the car along the way, thinking that once they reached the destination, Mo Tingshen would be drunk enough to fall asleep.

However, after parking the car and looking back, he saw that Mo Tingshen was leaning and looking out the window.

This was the south gate of Jing Garden, precisely the back of the apartments.

He followed his boss’s line of sight, but he saw nothing.

But Mo Tingshen did.

In one glance, he saw a silhouette in a window of a high-rise, more than ten floors up.

The sheer curtain was pulled tight, and on the bay window sat a slender figure with one leg bent.

Holding a cigarette in hand, they were puffing smoke into the air.