?Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Brother Wants to Be Your First Choice Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Brother Wants to Be Your First Choice The next day, in the early morning.
When Qiao Ruoxin opened her eyes, the man’s figure had already vanished from her side.
She sat upzily and then saw that her mother had called her on her cell phone.
She hesitated for a few seconds but answered the call nheless.
“Hello…”
“Xinxin, I’m at the airport now; I’ll be returning to the country tonight. If you have time, can youe to see Mom?”
“I know, I’lle if I have time.”
“Good, I’ll wait for you.”
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Ruoxin closed her eyes with a sense of helplessness and leaned back.
This time, she was going to decide on her own life.
After spacing out on the bed for a while, she got up, went to the bathroom to wash and brush, changed her clothes, and prepared to go to the talent agency.
…
At the charity auction venue.
Mo Chen sat in the corner with an expressionless face, seemingly having suffered from insomnia the night before, with a gloom spread across his handsome features.
Or perhaps, his tenderness would only emerge in Qiao Ruoxin’s presence.
With his right arm on the table, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a bit tired.
In the instant he looked up, he saw a staff member leading a man in.
And this man was the same trash he had beaten up in the snow two years ago.
Simon from the Lawrence family.
Heh…
Finally, he hade, and appeared before him – a coincidence? Impossible.
Mo Chen kept his lips tightly shut, watching as the staff seated Simon in the front row.
As Simon lifted the ss of water from the table to drink, he revealed the watch on his wrist.
This watch made Mo Chen’s dark pupils constrict suddenly.
Mo Chen looked down at his own wristwatch—the one on that trash’s wrist was identical to his!
He remembered clearly how Qiao Ruoxin had said she used up all her savings to have this unique watch custom-made at headquarters!
In an instant, Mo Chen felt rage brewing inside him, his jawline tensed, holding back that anger.
Halfway through the auction, Mo Chen got up and left.
Simon, sitting in the front row, of course, noticed this scene and a sly, tender smile spread across his lips.
“The show is about to begin…”
Simon watched the auction stage and muttered to himself with a smile.
…
Evening.
Qiao Ruoxin had just finished her workday. As she was preparing to get into her car downstairs, she noticed that Mo Chen’s car was there with the driver and bodyguards standing outside.
She slowed her pace, knowing that when the bodyguards stand outside waiting like this, it meant Mo Chen had private matters to handle.
She approached and pulled the car door open, then got inside.
That evening, Mo Chen did not look at her but kept his gaze outside the window, lost in thought.
“Mo Chen, what are you thinking about?”
After a long while, the man’s deep voice sounded: “I’m wondering… if you’ve lied to me.”
Qiao Ruoxin was baffled: “What did I lie to you about?”
The next second, Mo Chen suddenly pinned her down on the back seat of the car, his towering body pressing down on her: “Little Ghost, the watch you gave me, the one you had custom-made at headquarters, it’s unique, right?”
“Yes…”
The man stared into her beautiful eyes, clear and bright, like clear water.
That trash was deliberately causing misunderstandings, sowing discord.
“Did you have this watch made in the name of the Lawrence family?”
“…” Qiao Ruoxin felt a bit awkward: “How did you know? I just wanted to get the watch more quickly.”
The man snorted withughter; no wonder that trash could get a copy made that was identical.
He lowered his head and kissed Qiao Ruoxin’s cheek, his lips lingering on her skin: “Little Ghost, don’t leave me again. I want to be your first choice, without any hesitation.”
His low voice carried too much reluctance, ambition, and domineering possessiveness.
Qiao Ruoxin was stunned for a second, then answered him with her actions, her slender arms embracing the man’s body.