Qiao Mianmian pouted. "Does that mean I'm not feminine to you?"
He said she was a little girl.
Didn't he just say that she wasn't feminine?
Qiao Mianmian didn't like being treated like a little girl at all.
Mo Yesi thought about it seriously and shook his head. "Not entirely."
"Not entirely?"
"Mm." His lips suddenly curved into an ambiguous smile. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear.
Qiao Mianmian's fair face instantly turned red. She threw a punch at his chest and glared at him. "Hooligan!"
"Mm, hooligan." Mo Yesi grabbed her hand lovingly and kissed it gently. "I'm only a hooligan to my wife. What's there to be serious about in front of my wife?"
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
Bah, a beast in human clothing!
…
Mo Yesi brought Qiao Mianmian to a high-class private clubhouse.
After getting out of the car, someone immediately came up to him and respectfully greeted him, "Mr. Mo."
