Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ji Nuan pushed the hand he had placed on her waist and even scratched him with her fingernails.

Mo Jingshen didn’t let go of her, however. Instead, he hugged her more tightly. His voice came from above her head. “Ji Nuan, I’ve been tolerating you. Don’t test my limit!”

Ji Nuan immediately raised her head and glared at him. She was afraid that Xiao Hu would hear her, so she spoke in a voice that only Mo Jingshen could hear. “Weren’t you satisfied last night? Can’t you just let me sit quietly alone? Don’t hug me! Let go of me!”

The man’s face was expressionless and his voice was low. Then he chuckled. “Who told you I were satisfied last night?”

Ji Nuan’s heart immediately sank to the bottom. She even suspected that the man was not the man she had known before. She gnashed her teeth and asked hatefully, “What do you want? You didn’t bully me enough last night? Don’t you think…”

He suddenly sneered and said meaningfully, “When a man bullies a woman, he never needs to comfort himself like I did last night. I can’t touch you while you’re on your period. Just sleep in my arms. Don’t provoke me, en?”

“…”

Ji Nuan still wanted to speak when his handsome face suddenly drew near hers. When she realized that he was going to kiss her in the car, her eyes almost popped out. She suddenly moved her head backward and secretly took a look at Xiao Hu who was driving. The latter still sat there without looking back in the rearview mirror.

He knew what they were up to…

There was no one to whom she could turn for help.

Mo Jingshen knew where Ji Nuan’s bottom line was. He could flirt with her in private, but they were in the car, and there was Xiao Hu aside. If he went too far, she would be angry for the following days.

He didn’t kiss her in the end but gave her a soothing pat on the back. “Aren’t you going to take a nap?”

Ji Nuan chose to push him as a response. When the man finally took his hand away from her waist, she drew back, leaned back in the seat, closed her eyes, and was going to take a nap.

Then she gradually fell asleep.

Perhaps she had expended some strength in her struggle just now, or perhaps the drowsiness of last night had now come upon her at last.

She fell asleep so quickly that before Mo Jingshen reached out to hold her into his arms, her head tilted sideways and rested on the man’s shoulder.

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Two hours later, Xiao Hu stopped the car. Although Ji Nuan fell asleep, she felt the car suddenly stopped and it didn’t feel like in a traffic jam, so she opened her eyes. Her head was no longer resting on Mo Jingshen’s shoulder because she had changed her position during sleep. She narrowed her eyes and looked out of the window. She went out around eight o ‘clock and it was nearly eleven o ‘clock now. The sun was blazing at this hour.

She squinted, looked out of the window and was about to ask whether they had arrived or not when she met the man’s warm eyes. He was not in a hurry to wake her up but patiently waited for her to wake up naturally.

Fortunately, she was sensitive and woke up as soon as the car stopped. Otherwise, she would have slept in the car for long.

“Have we arrived?” she asked, avoiding the man’s gaze.

“Yes, yes, CEO Ji, you slept for more than an hour. It seems that you haven’t had a good rest in the hotel these days. You’ve been sleeping a lot in the car lately,” Xiao Hu suddenly said unseemly.

Suddenly realizing what he had said, Xiao Hu saw Ji Nuan’s embarrassed expression and Mo Jingshen’s cold stare at him through the rearview mirror, and couldn’t help but shiver.

He was doomed!

He didn’t mean to jest at Ji Nuan. He did think CEO Ji didn’t sleep well last night.

Shall he explain?

But CEO Mo looked scary. He’d better just shut up.

Xiao Hu hurriedly escaped from the car.

Ji Nuan raised her hand and straightened her hair, which had just been messed up by sleep. Her shoulder-length hair was tied up in a clean ponytail behind her head. Traveling on business, she didn’t dress her hair as carefully as she usually did at home for convenience.

“When shall we go in?” she asked as she fixed her hair.

“Eleven o ‘clock. There is still fifteen minutes left. Don’t worry.” Mo Jingshen sat beside her and watched silently as this little woman raised her hand and took the hair ring off, bit it to her mouth, and then quickly tied her hair with both hands.

Hearing this, Ji Nuan was not in a hurry. After fixing her hair, she opened her bag and took out a lipstick that wasn’t particularly bright but was perfect for light makeup and applied it to her lips. As she rummaged through her bag for makeup, the man saw her cell phone.

“Your phone keeps ringing while you were asleep. Do you have text messages?”

“Really?”

Ji Nuan took her cell phone and took a look at it. There were no text messages, just a few messages from Xia Tian and some recent photos of her baby in WeChat. Since giving birth to her baby, Xia Tian had a thing for posting her baby’s photos. She posted pictures of her children on her WeChat Moments every day and still remembered to send them to Ji Nuan.

And there two messages from her secretary, reporting something about the company.

Ji Nuan went over the messages. “Yes, Xia Tian sent me messages in WeChat.”

The man stared at her with his unfathomable eyes. “WeChat?”

Ji Nuan who was about to put the cell phone back to his bag paused and looked at him. “Don’t you know WeChat? You don’t know what’s popular in China these years? Is WeChat new to you?”

The man said deadpan, “I’ve been in the United States and I haven’t had much exposure to the popular stuff in China.”

Ji Nuan: “…”

Yes, WeChat was very popular in China these years. Microblog and WeChat had almost replaced QQ and other social media that were popular in the past few years, but in foreign countries, very few people used them and they were only popular among Chinese.

Mo Jingshen only sent her text messages that were mostly about business. He never even said good morning or good night to her in social software, let alone to others.

So it was normal that he did not use WeChat. After all, even if his staff registered a WeChat account for him, she thought the mystical, unapproachable and reticent CEO Mo wouldn’t have used it.

Ji Nuan picked up the phone again, responding to Xia Tian in WeChat and asking casually, “Do you need me to register a WeChat account for you?”