Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 1211: 300: Making a laughingstock of oneself in front of experts - Part 3

"I don’t care, you are mine anyway, no one else but me can look at you!"

"Tsk!" Ni Yang gave him a disdainful look, "Overbearing."

Mo Qishen squatted down in front of Ni Yang, "Get on."

"What’s wrong?" Ni Yang was puzzled.

Mo Qishen followed up, "Aren’t you feeling uncomfortable? Let me carry you on my back."

"Can you carry me?"

Mo Qishen smiled and said, "Are you as heavy as Dapang?"

He thought Dapang was much heavier than her.

"Underestimating me?" Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly and leisurely leaned onto Mo Qishen’s back, deliberately hooking her hands around his neck, tightening her hold, "Will you dare to underestimate me in the future?"

Mo Qishen quickly surrendered, his voice a little husky, "I dare not, I dare not, boss, please spare me..."

This girl really lacks some commonsense, doesn’t she know that men can’t bear this kind of teasing?

Fortunately, he was carrying her on his back. If he had been holding her, it would have been embarrassing right now...

Ni Yang rested her chin on Mo Qishen’s shoulder, "Brother Mog, you caught a cold, it just so happens I brought cold medicine with me this time."

"I don’t have a cold."

Ni Yang followed up, "Your voice sounds different, are you sure you don’t have a cold?"

Mo Qishen: "..."

Soon after, Mo Qishen carried Ni Yang back to his hotel room.

The subordinates who also stayed in the hotel were stunned to see Mo Qishen actually carrying a young girl back with him.

They were all curious about who the girl was.

They had never seen Mr. Mog get so close to any young woman before.

Mo Qishen brought Ni Yang back to his room, "Yangyang, hurry and take a shower in the bathroom. There are spare pajamas in the wardrobe, wear those for now, and later a staff will deliver some clothes to you."

"Where are you going?"

Mo Qishen said, "I’m going to check into another room."

"Okay." Ni Yang nodded.

After Mo Qishen left, Ni Yang went to take a shower in the bathroom.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Ni Yang went to open the door.

As the door opened, she saw Pei Zhi in plain clothes and a long shirt, holding a document in his hand, "Pei Zhi, I..."

When Pei Zhi saw Ni Yang opening the door, he was startled, and his remaining words abruptly stopped.

He didn’t expect Ni Yang to be the one opening the door.

It was too surprising.

Her hair was freshly washed, the tips still dripping, water beads sliding down her neck into the deep hollow of her collarbones, wearing a silk pajama, loosely tied at the waist with a belt, exuding a bit of laziness.

Avert your eyes from impropriety.

Pei Zhi quickly averted his gaze, "Ni Yang? When did you get here?"

Ni Yang said, "I just arrived a few days ago, Pei Zhi, are you here to find Mo Qishen?"

Pei Zhi nodded, "Yeah, there’s something I need to discuss with him."

Ni Yang continued, "He’s out on some business right now, why don’t you come in and talk?"

"No need," Pei Zhi followed up, "I’ll go back first. When he comes back, would you mind passing on a message to him, just tell him that I came looking for him."

"Okay." Ni Yang gave a slight nod.

After Ni Yang went back inside and dried her hair, there was another knock on the door, this time from the hotel staff.

"Miss Ni, this is the clothing Mr. Mo asked me to deliver to you."

"Thank you." Ni Yang reached out and took the bag, "By the way, where is Brother Mog?"

The staff shook his head, "I’m not quite sure about that."

Ni Yang didn’t think much of it and went in to change her clothes.

What Mo Qishen had prepared was a set of chiffon dress, in light purple with lantern sleeves, embroidered patterns on the front, and embellished with small diamonds around it, emitting rainbow colors under the light.

This dress was designed to be very ethereal, and it would be hard for most people to pull off. A slight mishap could result in an embarrassing sense of awkwardness.

Ni Yang, who was used to wearing cheongsams and clothes with a strong ancient style, was also trying this type for the first time.

Just after changing into the dress, there was another knock on the door.

Ni Yang went to open it.

This time it was Mo Qishen who was knocking.

"Brother Mog, you’re back."

Mo Qishen half-squinted his eyes, sizing up Ni Yang from head to toe, then slowly nodded, "Hmm, very pretty."

She was truly very pretty.

Mo Qishen thought the dress was particularly suitable for Ni Yang the first moment he saw it.

The fact proved that his judgment was not wrong.

This dress really suited Ni Yang very well.

Ni Yang casually tied her hair into a bun, "By the way, Pei Zhi came looking for you, it seemed like there was some urgent matter."

"Then I should check it out."

"Hmm."

Mo Qishen turned and walked towards Pei Zhi’s room.