The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 120. The Young Brothers Can’t Take a Beating (Sixth Update)
"Wolf cub, why aren’t you calling out anymore, huh?" Li Mochan looked down at the little wolf cub trapped in front of him, his eyes emitting dangerous signals.
A bunch of young guys dare to call him uncle, he would slowly settle this account.
In the dim staircase entrance, Ye Jiuliang was cornered against the wall, looking up at the man who had suddenly appeared, feeling nothing but shocked and guilty.
However, on the surface, Master Jiu definitely couldn’t show any weakness.
Ye Jiuliang cracked a smile, looking utterly innocent, "Do you really want me to call out?"
"You, try, and, see." His voice grew even colder.
Ye Jiuliang chuckled and tried to withdraw her hand, "Li Mochan looks so handsome, calling you uncle makes you seem old. I was just joking earlier."
Li Mochan leaned down to sniff at her neck, his gaze darkening, "You’ve been drinking?"
"Just a little." She raised her hand, pinching her thumb and forefinger together to show.
"With those young guys?"
Ye Jiuliang was at a loss for words, "Er... "
This reaction, in Li Mochan’s eyes, was tantamount to an admission.
The moment he was away, the little wolf cub was almost turning the world upside down.
Such nerve.
"Actually, there were some young ladies too." Ye Jiuliang whispered in an attempt to mend the situation.
On the phone, Li Mochan had been irritated by that "Uncle, hello" and hadn’t heard anything else.
He bent down, resting his chin on her shoulder, the hand circling her wrist gradually tightened.
"Wolf cub, did you find the young guys handsome?" he asked jealously. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Ye Jiuliang laughed, "They were fine."
With that, the atmosphere at the staircase entrance became even more sinister and terrifying.
Li Mochan’s deep gaze grew heavier, his whole weight pressing down on her, seemingly out of spite.
"Hey, hey, Li Mochan, if you want to talk, just talk, don’t lean so close to me." She couldn’t breathe under his weight, which she wasn’t even bothering to estimate.
Li Mochan turned his head, his fingertips caressing her porcelain-white neck, his magnetic voice tinged with a strange emotion—in the end, he was jealous.
"A bunch of young guys, how many were there?"
Meeting his dark eyes, Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, "With that tone, Master Jiu, are you planning to beat someone up?"
"What if I am?" Li Mochan narrowed his eyes, "Does it hurt you?"
Ye Jiuliang held back a laugh and nodded, "The young guys can’t take a beating, can you go easy on them?"
[In the private room where Xiang Tian and others were singing, they inexplicably felt a chill on their backs.]
Li Mochan buried his head in her shoulder, spitting out two words fiercely, "No."
Those who dared to flirt with his little wolf cub deserved a good thrashing.
The over-intimate gesture left Ye Jiuliang momentarily stunned, then she reached out to push him away, "Li Mochan, can we still have a proper chat or not?"
"No more talking." She had just returned and was already angering him; if they continued, she would drive him to his grave.
"If you won’t talk, then why are you clinging to me?" Ye Jiuliang was amused, pushing him away and turning to leave.
She had barely taken a step when she was pulled back by him.
"Wolf cub."
Just as she was about to lose her temper, the man wrapped his arms around her waist.
His deep voice was gentle and husky, "My stomach hurts."
Ye Jiuliang’s eyes flickered, her clenched fist instantly losing strength as her fingertips explored his wrist.
"You didn’t eat on time again?" she asked with a frown.
"You said there were young guys sending you love letters, so I was full of anger," Li Mochan said, his gaze dropping as his bangs hid those deep eyes so that his emotions could not be read.
But that tone was distinctly sour, spilling all over like an overturned vinegar pot.
Ye Jiuliang’s lips twitched slightly, was this her fault?
She laughed out loud, "Li Mochan, how come I never realized how childish you were before, huh?"
