Chapter 353: He Has to Spoil Her

ner of her mouth, clapping her hands and singing: "Happy birthday to you."At this very moment, Lang An was staring intently at Lian Xing'er. Although his face remained expressionless, a strange change..."Brother, it hurts!" Tong Yimo twisted her wrist, trying to break free from Leng Yechen's big hand.

Only then did Leng Yechen slightly loosen his grip on her, and instead smoothly took her hand, pulling her towards his luxury car.

He practically shoved her into the passenger seat, then thoughtfully fastened her safety belt.

But in Tong Yimò's eyes, this wasn't considerate, but forceful kidnapping.

With a "bang," the passenger car door shut, leaving Tong Yimo feeling incredibly awful in that moment.

Cold Night sank back into the driver's seat, gave Tong Yimo a meaningful glance, then a faint smile curved his thin lips.

He suddenly reached out and gently pinched her cheek.

The touch of her skin was smooth and elastic, kind of like squeezing a boiled egg.

"What are you doing" Tong Yimo swatted away Leng Yesen's hand with a look of disgust.

Cold Night chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips: “Want to know if you’re dreaming”

"I have a way to make you truly feel that you're not dreaming!" Tong Yimo leaned slightly, a mischievous smile on her charming face.

Leng Ye Chen Xin believed it was true and nodded.

The next second, Tong Yimo grabbed Leng Yesen's hand and bit him hard on the back of his right hand without a word.

Although it was a bit painful, Leng Yechen didn't frown even though his brows were furrowed. He didn't say a word and allowed Tong Yimo to scold him harshly.

Until a hint of metallic taste reached her mouth, Tong Yimo only then came to her senses, slowly releasing her hold.

His back was marked with two bloody rows of teeth marks, a sight that was especially horrifying.

She was actually venting her inner frustration, even using him as a punching bag.

“You… you’re not scolding me” Tong Yimo asked, pulling at her head with a low voice.

In the cold night, Chen Hui smiled knowingly. He waved his hand to hold her head, pulled her closer, and kissed her forehead with his thin lips.

"I forgive you."

His voice, magnetic and alluring, seemed to come from the very top of my head.

Tong Yimò sadly lowered her eyes, like a child who had done wrong, her lips tightly pressed together.

"Honey," he suddenly lowered his voice, calling her name with a tenderness and gentleness that was both endearing and unexpected.

Tong Yimo trembled suddenly, her whole body inexplicably feeling a tingling sensation like an electric shock: "That... Big brother... don't call me that."

But he insists on calling it that, what can we do

Cold Night's lips curled into a slight smile, and he let out another soft call: "Wife, darling...my precious wife, you look so beautiful today."

His voice, so sweet and mellow, was like a male voice actor from an otome game. It was so good it could make your ears pregnant.

Tong Yimo awkwardly bit her lower lip, not knowing what to do.

"Yi Mo, am I handsome"

"I don't know..." Tong Yimo lowered her head as far as she could, feeling extremely awkward and shifting uncomfortably.

"Come on, call me 'husband' and let me hear it," he coaxed.

"Don't!"

"When you call 'Honey', Honey will take you to eat hot pot."

"No!"

He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, pinched her chin, and gently lifted it up. He stared intently at her flickering eyes: "Yimo is shy, isn't she"

Her delicate cheeks, white with a rosy blush, carried the breath of youth. Her jet-black, slender willow eyebrows framed eyes that were gentle and clear. Her pale pink lips were tender and inviting.

Tong Yimo's face is naturally pure, and the more you look at it, the more attractive it becomes. In other words, it's endlessly fascinating.

No wonder Su Manxue, with this face of Yimou (referring to Zhang Yi Mou), could become so famous in the entertainment industry. The real reason lies right here.

"I..." Tong Yimo hesitated, her eyelashes drooping slightly, unable to meet Leng Yechen's gaze.

She was afraid that if she met his gaze, she would lose her composure and self-control.

Cold night leaned his body, slowly moving towards Tong Yimo.

His head tilted slightly, bringing him closer to her lips.

The refreshing scent of mint wafted boldly from this man, invading her nostrils.

Is this man going to kiss her

This illusion of capturing a girl's heart, it sends shivers down her spine.

However, he only gently blew on her earlobe.

She felt itchy and panicked, she couldn't help but want to hide.

There was a little fly, now there isn't.

"!" Tong Yimo was stunned, her mind a little dazed.

Her eyes widened as she gazed at his handsome brows, his noble nose bridge, and his thin lips that held a hint of sexiness. She felt a flutter in her heart.

"Get ready! I'm driving." Leng Yechen sat up straight and started the car, a faint smile playing on his lips that he didn't even notice himself.

"... Tong Yimo blinked her eyes and subconsciously swallowed. "

This was Tong Yimo's first time eating hot pot in an independent private room. Leng Yesen had ordered her a table full of various raw meats and seafood.

And the female waitress treated him, oh no, it was only him, with more attentiveness than she showed anyone else, like a butterfly flitting around a cold and somber figure.

Tong Yimo watched the female waitress give Leng Yeshen a flirtatious smile, feeling awkward for her from the bottom of her heart.

But Leng Yechen was surprisingly calm as he served mutton for Tong Yimo, as if this kind of situation where he was surrounded by infatuated women had become commonplace.

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