Chapter 78: Chapter 78 - 78 78 Who Misses You Wishful Thinking

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Who Misses You? Wishful Thinking Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Who Misses You? Wishful Thinking Evening.

When Mo Chen returned to Jiang Mansion No. 1 and opened the door, a soft body immediately threw itself into his arms.

He took a step back from the impact and instinctively hugged her.

Qiao Ruoxin looked up at him, “Brother Mo Chen, you’re finally back, I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

The man chuckled softly as he looked down at her, his voice deep and doting, “If you’re tired, sleep. Why wait for me?”

Qiao Ruoxin pouted, “So you mean you don’t want to eat the dinner that I cooked for you personally?”

Saying this, she stepped out of his embrace and said lightly, “Alright then, I’ll just throw it away.”

Mo Chen pulled her back into his arms, holding her chin, “There’s such a good thing?”

“…”

She really was masochistic.

She pulled Mo Chen towards the dining room.

Entering the dining room, he immediately noticed the beautifully presented dishes on the table, which clearly took quite a bit of time to prepare.

“How about it? I spent three hours on it.” Her face was full of a look seeking praise, extremely cute.

Mo Chen pulled out a chair and sat down. He picked up his chopsticks, took a crystal shrimp dumpling, and tasted it.

He glanced at Qiao Ruoxin, “Not bad.”

“There’s also this cola chicken wing, that purple sweet potato rice cake is also delicious.”

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing her gaze, and spoke solemnly, “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Qiao Ruoxin smiled lightly, “The show team notified me that we’ll be recording continuously for seven days; I’m afraid you’ll miss me too much.”

Mo Chen snorted disdainfully, “Who misses you? Don’t flatter yourself.”

She stared at him for three seconds and scoffed coldly, “That’s what you said! If you enter my room again in the middle of the night, then you really are a dog! No, you’re a mastiff!”

“…”

The stakes were a bit high.

“Dare to bet?” she teased, deliberately raising her delicate little chin.

Coldness flickered in Mo Chen’s dark eyes as he said in a deep voice, “It’s a bet.”

Just seven days, he could endure it until it was over.

Qiao Ruoxin laughed out, “Good! If you lose, then you have to imitate a mastiff’s bark.”

The man’s eyes darkened, his jawline became taut, and he let out a disdainful snort, “What if you lose?”

“If I lose? You say what to do.”

Because she never considered that she would lose.

It wasn’t that she was overly confident, but because Mo Chen’s emotions were too out of control.

Mo Chen narrowed his eyes, his long finger gently tapped her little upturned nose, and he chuckled lowly, “If you lose, you will cry for me, until I’m satisfied.”

Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes widened incredulously.

This bastard really was… twisted!

“You like watching me cry?”

“Mhm.”

“You pervert!”

“Say that again?” The man’s tone was full of threat.

Instantly, Qiao Ruoxin’s face broke into a sweet smile, looking all grinny, “I mean, Brother Mo Chen really is unique. Such a high IQ genius has quite the exotic thought process.”

The man picked up a piece of purple sweet potato rice cake and tasted it, “Keep on praising.”

???

Bastard!

“Brother Mo Chen, hurry and eat. After you finish, watch a movie with me! I haven’t watched one in a long time!”

Qiao Ruoxin had a look of expectation, her sparkling eyes made one unable to resist the urge to tease her.

He looked at her somewhat amused, “The same one again?”

Ever since this Little Ghost became his woman, he had watched that movie countless times with her.

“Yep! With you, I only watch that one.”

“…”