Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258: 097: Mysterious Boss Tricks Zheng Xianjing, Rescuing Boss Ni_2

Mo Qishen was pushing his bicycle with one hand, while he couldn’t help but ruffle her hair with the other, “No need to thank me.”

Seeing that Ni Yang didn’t show any signs of disgust, Mo Qishen, gathering up his courage, ruffled her hair again.

Soft and fluffy, like a little kitten.

Finally able to touch his wife’s head, Mo Qishen narrowed his satisfied eyes.

Arriving at the fork in the road, Mo Qishen stopped, “Yangyang, I’ll leave you here. Go back quickly, it’s too dark, and it’s dangerous for a girl like you.” _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

Ni Yang nodded, “Then Brother Mo, I’ll go back first.”

Mo Qishen waved at her, “Go ahead.”

Watching Ni Yang’s retreating figure, Mo Qishen took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it slowly. The little girl is really capable, she’d been driving him crazy all over.

A day without seeing her feels like madness.

Nowadays, every passing minute without her feels the same way to him.

After finishing a cigarette, Mo Qishen pushed his bicycle forward.

“Uncle Mo.” A string of footsteps came from behind, Zheng Xianjing caught up with him quickly, “Uncle Mo, it’s such a coincidence to meet you here this late.”

In the dim night, his handsome features were enveloped in a layer of gentle mist, making him appear mysterious and distinguished, which nearly made Zheng Xianjing infatuated. Nowadays, men with good looks and status were becoming increasingly rare.

She had to hold on to him tightly.

Mo Qishen couldn’t be bothered with her, not even giving a sideways glance to Zheng Xianjing.

But Zheng Xianjing wasn’t discouraged. She cooed, “Uncle Mo, it’s so dark now, it’s not safe for me to be alone on the road. Could you give me a ride home?”

Surely, at this late hour, Mo Qishen wouldn’t have the heart to let her walk home alone.

Soon, he would be riding his bike with her.

The scenario would definitely be as romantic as watching a movie.

Just thinking about it, Zheng Xianjing felt extremely flattered.

This is the famous Mr. Mog!

Thankfully she had good vision!

She hadn’t overlooked him like Zhao Jingrong.

“No.” Mo Qishen flatly refused, his tone slightly cold.

“Uncle Mo…” Zheng Xianjing tugged at Mo Qishen’s sleeve, starting to flirt.