Chapter 59: Chapter 59 - 59 59 I Cant Control Myself

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: I Can’t Control Myself! Chapter 59: Chapter 59: I Can’t Control Myself! Her animated eyes swiveled as she chuckled lightly, “Not really.”

Then, she hung up the phone directly.

Mo Chen had told her not to get involved in this matter, so she might as well obediently focus on the competition.

Qiao Ruoxin lay down to sleep, and after turning off the light, she unexpectedly smelled that man’s scent on the bedding.

Fresh and pleasant.

She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, at six in the morning.

There came a knock on the door from outside, and Qiao Ruoxin got out of bed somewhat sluggishly.

Frowning unhappily.

She was slightly grouchy upon waking up.

Upon opening the door, she saw Wen Wan standing outside.

Qiao Ruoxin raised her eyebrows slightly: “What is it?”

“Qiao Ruoxin, today is the first stage performance recording for ‘Idol 101’, and I hope you won’t use Mo Chen’s privileges anymore.”

So bluntly put.

She was laughed into anger so early in the morning: “Are you warning me?”

“Yes.”

She looked at Wen Wan outside the door, appearing calm and collected, but in reality, she probably couldn’t wait to kick her out of the show, could she?

“Wen Wan, if one day I marry him, will you just die of anger?”

Without waiting for Wen Wan to retort, she closed the door directly.

Wen Wan stood outside the door, suppressing her rage, and muttered in a low voice, “You’re just a toy and dream about marrying him, dream on!”

And then she stormed off.

…

The first stage performance recording for “Idol 101” ended at four in the afternoon.

After picking up Qiao Ruoxin, the bodyguard prepared to take her straight to Hengzhong Group.

“Miss Qiao, Master Mo is throwing a tantrum at the company, please go see him,” the bodyguard said.

She knitted her brows: “Why is he throwing a tantrum again?”

“We aren’t sure, you’ll know when you see for yourself.”

She nodded; this man’s temper was getting more and more volatile.

The car drove past the group’s skyscraper toward the underground parking garage.

Qiao Ruoxin glanced at the Hengzhong Group building, a famous landmark in the capital.

It was said to have been designed by a world-renowned architect, the exterior resembling a whale. At night, with the blue lights shining, it looked like a whale swimming through the darkness.

The President’s office.

Qiao Ruoxin didn’t knock but quietly pushed the door open and walked in.

She saw the office in a mess; almost anything that could be smashed was scattered on the floor.

Then, she saw Mo Chen’s tall figure standing by the window.

Just from his silhouette, one could sense how angry Mo Chen was, like a volcano about to erupt.

Qiao Ruoxin sidestepped the debris on the floor and walked up to the man’s side.

She was startled; Mo Chen’s black tie was hanging loosely under his collar, crudely undone by two buttons.

The man’s hair was somewhat disheveled.

“Get out!” Hearing movement behind him, his anger burst forth.

“Mo Chen, what’s wrong?”

Hearing her voice, the man’s body stiffened, and as he turned to see that small face that could instantly calm him, his gaze softened momentarily.

The next second.

Mo Chen pulled her into his embrace a bit roughly, his heavy grip tightening as he spoke in a deep, husky voice over her head, “Nothing, just lost my temper.”

Her slender arms wrapped around the man’s waist, gently patting his back.

“Who made you angry?”

“An intern secretary.”

“What did she do?” Qiao Ruoxin was actually quite curious.

The man was silent for three seconds, his voice chillingly cold, “She sat on my lap, repulsive, filthy.”

Qiao Ruoxin was taken aback, “How could she… sit on your lap?”

“I don’t know.”

The man released her, but then he grasped her chin, his dark eyes struggling with pain.

“Little Ghost, I… I lost control with her, I can’t even interact normally with a woman! I can’t control myself!”

Qiao Ruoxin then noticed his handsome face was somewhat pale, his eyes bearing the discomfort.

What had he just said?

He lost control? With the intern secretary?

“Mo Chen, did you really hit a woman? You… mmm!”

Before she could finish her sentence, she was silenced by his forceful kiss, stealing away all her shock.

Mo Chen hated to see her look at him like that, as if viewing a monster.