Chapter 96: Chapter 96 - 96 96 Are you going to fucking speak or not

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Are you going to fucking speak or not! Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Are you going to fucking speak or not! The car slowly entered the villa’s garage.

Qiao Ruoxin pushed open the car door and walked to the villa’s main entrance, ringing the doorbell.

The nanny came to open the door, “Miss Qiao, Mr. Mo is in the upstairs study.”

“Auntie, could you warm up a cup of milk for me?”

“Sure.”

She stood in the living room, looking at the light gray French-style staircase, lost in thought.

The nanny came over with a tray, “Miss Qiao, your warm milk.”

Qiao Ruoxin snapped back to reality and took the tray, “Thank you.”

Then, she headed upstairs.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and she felt tense all over.

Qiao Ruoxin reached the study but stopped in her tracks and turned back towards the master bedroom.

Entering the man’s bedroom, she found the imported medication that eased fits of temper and dropped a pill into the cup of milk.

…

Inside the study.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Mo Chen looked up and extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, his voice deep, “Come in.”

The study’s door was pushed open, and Qiao Ruoxin walked in with a cup of warm milk.

A hint of warmth appeared in the man’s dark, icy eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

“Mo Chen brother, drink this cup of warm milk,” she placed the warm milk on the desk.

Mo Chen frowned, glancing at the cup of warm milk with some distaste, and said coldly, “You drink it, I don’t like it.”

What kind of grown man drinks milk?

Qiao Ruoxin stared at the man for three seconds.

She parted her slender, straight legs and straddled his waist.

Mo Chen’s body stiffened slightly but quickly returned to normal, his long fingers naturally wrapping around her slender waist.

“Mo Chen, if you drink this milk, I’ll tell you about what happened two years ago.”

Her expression was so serious, it didn’t look like she was joking at all.

The air in the study seemed to freeze.

The man gazed at her delicate and pretty face and was silent for a long time.

That evening, Qiao Ruoxin was wearing a nude pink spaghetti strap mini dress, cinched at the waist emphasizing her curvaceous figure and delicate curves, with her gentle and romantic long curly hair falling to her waist.

At that moment, her skin glowed white, and her sparkling eyes fixed on Mo Chen.

“Little Ghost, are you seducing me?” His voice was husky to the extreme, and the color in his eyes noticeably darkened.

“You can think that if you like.”

Mo Chen stared at her lovely collarbone and asked in a deep voice, “Why have you decided to tell me now?”

She smiled gently, “Maybe it’s because the moonlight is beautiful tonight, or perhaps it’s because I’m in a good mood.”

The man picked up the cup of warm milk, a look of disgust fleeting across his handsome face, but he still downed it in one gulp.

With a ‘snap,’ the glass cup was placed on the desk.

“Go ahead, I’m listening,” he watched Qiao Ruoxin intently.

The next second, the Little Ghost kissed him, removing the trace of milk on his lips with her own.

He watched her expressionlessly, letting her kiss him, but didn’t respond.

Qiao Ruoxin pulled back from his lips, her slender fingers touching his tightly closed ones as she smiled and said, “Consider that a kiss in advance. Promise me, no matter what I say later, you can’t get angry. You need to stay calm.”

The man’s large hand squeezed her waist a little harder.

His voice was icy and merciless, “I didn’t promise you that.”

She chuckled, “Then please try to stay calm, Mr. Mo.”

“Are you fucking going to tell me or not? Are you here to trick me into drinking milk?”

The damn man was angry again, his temper was truly… very explosive.

Qiao Ruoxin lowered her gaze to the black collar of the man’s shirt, “Just listen to what I have to say, and you can talk after I’m done, okay?”

“Mhm.”