Chapter 850: I'll Come Get You

Mo Tingshen walked in and immediately saw Chu Yao, heading straight over.

Yi Qinghuan didn’t accompany for long because too many people approached her to talk, even more than before.

Some of them came because of the men present.

Yi Qinghuan noticed Bo Yanching’s increasing impatience, bit her lip, politely said she would greet other guests, and arranged a quiet spot for them.

Yaen Chi retracted his gaze, “Don’t give people attitude, it’s Qinghuan’s gathering after all.”

Bo Yanching’s hand was on his thigh; only a closer look would reveal the slight tension in his legs.

He gave Yaen Chi a sidelong glance, “Don’t talk to me.”

“What’s the matter?”

Yaen Chi felt like he had been hit on the back of the head with a blunt object.

“You called and asked me to accompany you, and now you resent me?”

Bo Yanching kept a calm face, “Not now, let me have a moment of peace.”

Yaen Chi: “…”

Why did he feel like he wasn’t just resented but insulted?

Bo Yanching wanted to reach for a cigarette, slipped his hand into his pocket, but took it out again.

Several times he looked toward the door, or in Chu Yao’s direction.

Chu Yao was being watched by Mo Tingshen, who just sat beside her silently.

When dishes heavy in oil and spice were served, Mo Tingshen pushed them away.

Chu Yao stood to grab something, but he even took away her chopsticks.

“You have a flight tomorrow afternoon, and a night shoot in the evening.

If you break out in zits, whose fault is it?”

Chu Yao glared at him, “It won’t be your fault no matter whose it is.”

Mo Tingshen said, “I’m right here beside you.

Shouldn’t I manage it so you don’t blame me later when you look in the mirror?”

Chu Yao opened her mouth, ready to retort.

He leisurely added, “It’s not like you haven’t done that before.”

“…”

She really had, and even if Mo Tingshen wasn’t present, she’d call to scold him, not ending the call until her mind ran dry of new insults.

And he wasn’t allowed to utter a single word.

She resented that as soon as he spoke, it would disrupt her inspiration for scolding.

So, being someone with such a history, Mo Tingshen had to stop her, even if he had to do it with gritted teeth.

Chu Yao felt she was probably very unreasonable right now, but still defiant, she sat back down, giving him a sidelong glance, “Fine, I won’t eat, big deal!”

Mo Tingshen remained unfazed, serving her a bowl of duck soup with fermented rice, “Eat this, I’ll keep an eye on you.”

Listen to him, his tone was like that of a guardian!

Chu Yao swallowed her words in frustration but decided not to argue further when she caught the scent of the wine.

Just after a few bites, a call from Nan Jiaojiao came in.

She quickly pulled out her phone, glancing at the screen, aware of Mo Tingshen’s blatant look, so she shielded her phone as she turned slightly.

She huffed, “I’m going to take a call, don’t follow me.”

With that, she got up and left.

Mo Tingshen rubbed his forehead and shook his head in resignation.

She had a privacy screen protector; what could he possibly see?

“Are you there?

At the entrance already?

Which door did you come through?”

Chu Yao walked to the window, grabbing a handful of chickpeas on her way, popping them into her mouth while talking.

Yi Qinghuan happened to pass by, heading in this direction, and heard Chu Yao say, “The south door?

It must be the side door, I haven’t been there before.

I’ll find someone to ask.”

“You’re standing under a crabapple tree, right?”

“Okay, wait for me, I’ll come get you.”

Chu Yao kissed her phone, “Be good, my little Jiaojiao, don’t wander around.

Big sis will be quick.”

The other party hung up before she could finish in her sweet tone.

Chu Yao insisted on finishing her words, glanced back intending to grab a server for directions, only to see Yi Qinghuan standing behind her.