Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Chapter 212: Beloved Wife_l

Translator: 549690339 I

The girl was soft and fragrant, occasionally rubbing against him. Even with his steely self-control, he couldn’t resist her unconscious flirtation.

So, that night, Mo Shiting took four or five cold showers.

Gu Li, who had had a sweet dream that night, was oblivious to all this and thought that Mo Shiting, like herself, had an especially good sleep.

The next day, when Gu Li got up, Mo Shiting was no longer at home.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was half-past-ten in the morning. Gu Li couldn’t help but seriously consider whether she was falling behind Mo Shiting’s industrious lifestyle?

Mo Group.

Lu Cong and Song Yunque rarely came to the company together to look for Mo Shiting.

Upon seeing both of his good brothers show up at once, Mo Shiting pinched his eyebrows and asked indifferently, “What brought you here?”

After saying this, he gracefully stood up and walked towards the sofa area.

Lu Cong was already seated there.

As for Song Yunque, he casually walked over to the bar area, opened the refrigerator, took out two bottles of cold drink, and joked while laughing, “What else could we be here for? Of course, to see you, Brother Shiting, here!”

After saying this, he threw a bottle of cold drink to Lu Cong.

Lu Cong caught it, twisted the cap open, took a sip, and then said, “We have all been busy lately and haven’t had much time to see you. Fortunately, we thought of it today, so here we are. Have you sorted out that issue in Country E?”

“Mm.”

Mo Shiting slightly nodded his head, then sat down on a single sofa opposite them.

“Brother Shiting, why do you look so pale?”

Song Yunque brought his handsome face closer, looking serious.

Lu Cong also glanced at Mo Shiting and suddenly burst out laughing with a mischievous intention.

“Third Brother, what are you laughing at?”

The clueless Young Master Song looked puzzled as he bit on his drink bottle.

“Nothing.”

Lu Cong hooked his lips, taking more gulps from his beverage.

He certainly wouldn’t dare to tease Mo Shiting for his repressed desires right in his face.

However, he had to admit, his friend was funny, living like a sadhu monk despite having a charming wife at home?

Admirable!

Song Yunque, oblivious to his Third Brother’s impure thoughts, was still worrying about his Fourth Brother: “Fourth Brother, you do look a bit pale. Do you need to go to the hospital? Or should Third Brother check on you first?”

Mo Shiting took a sip of the fresh coffee he had just brewed and said, “No need. I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Oh.”

Upon hearing this, Song Yunque stopped asking any further questions.

At this moment, Lu Cong spoke up, “Next weekend is your father-in-law, Gu Yuan’s birthday. Are you going to attend?”

Mo Shiting was slightly taken aback, “Gu Yuan’s birthday? You’re quite informed.”

“Happened to find out.”

Lu Cong adjusted the glasses on his nose and casually replied.

But really, where was the coincidence?

He found out about Gu Yuan’s birthday only because he was investigating Murong Qian. This was all known to everyone in the upper class of Nation A; he virtually put in no effort to find out.

As for the woman Murong Qian…

Other than knowing that she was Gu Li’s cousin, a young lady from the top-tier wealthy family, Murong Family, in Nation A, and the world-renowned singer MUMU, he found no additional information.

She and Gu Li were equally well-protected.

In fact, if it weren’t for Gu Li providing a breakthrough, Lu Cong wouldn’t have been able to identify Murong Qian’s true identity.

“Fourth Brother, didn’t your wife tell you about her father’s birthday?”

Song Yunque responded a bit late.

Mo Shiting coolly replied, “She did.”

“Really? But you seemed clueless earlier.”

Song Yunque boldly questioned Mo Shiting directly without knowing where his courage came from.

Seeing this, Lu Cong quietly became nervous for Song Yunque.

How on earth did this goofball become his, Lu Cong’s, brother?