Ou Feng felt he was simply making too much sense, "No woman who has gone through my hands has ever been able to escape this move, as long as the atmosphere is right... Ah!"
Ou Feng screamed in pain, his face paling as he looked at his twisted arm, crying out, "Brother Yu, Brother Yu, where did I go wrong?"
Yu Siqiao then realized, at some point, this guy had changed his address from Young Master Yu to Brother Yu.
His face turned even darker, and he flung him to the ground, saying, "Your mind is filled with filthy thoughts, you even don’t spare pregnant women!" Check latest chapters at Nove1Fire.net
Ou Feng clutched his arm, nearly cried out, "My Brother Yu, I’ve been wronged!"
Yu Siqiao’s face looked as if it had been splashed with ink as he stood up.
Yu Chen couldn’t watch any longer, and reminded him, "Princess Mo has been pregnant for more than a month."
Only then did Ou Feng come to his senses, exclaiming loudly, "Wow, you’re just too fierce!"
"Ouch!" Ou Feng slapped himself twice, "What a terrible idea I had, Princess Mo is already pregnant..."
Yu Siqiao had run out of patience, loosened up his muscles, and walked toward him.
Ou Feng backed away in horror, "Listen to me, ah, a pregnant woman’s mood is the most volatile, and they can be moved much more easily than other women..."
But Yu Siqiao’s steps didn’t stop at all, as he coldly watched him with interlocked fingers.
With a scream, Ou Feng crouched down clutching his head, hastily saying, "Let me help you create the atmosphere, I’m best at this... Ah! Don’t hit me!"
Yu Siqiao looked at his pathetic state and snorted with laughter, kicking him, "I haven’t even started yet!"
Ou Feng, holding his head, wailed, "I’m scared, I only know how to flirt with girls, I can’t fight!"
Yu Siqiao disdainfully kicked him to the ground, "I’m really curious, what do these women see in you?"
Sensing he wasn’t going to hit him, Ou Feng relaxed, touchingly touched his leather shoe, and said with a smile, "I’m only in front of you, in front of the ladies, I am quite handsome! And I know precisely what type of man each woman likes. For someone like Princess Mo, she’s definitely into the gentle, thoughtful, understanding kind of man, you just have to lean in that direction."
Yu Siqiao gritted his teeth and kicked him again, saying, "Why should I have to change to suit her preferences? What is she to me?"
Ou Feng clutched his stomach and howled, immediately shouting, "So what are your real feelings towards Princess Mo? You’re driving me crazy, ah! Ah! Don’t hit! Ah! Wuuu I was wrong Brother Yu..."
After dinner, the meet-and-greet dance began.
When Mo Shu saw Ou Feng again, she indeed noticed his bruised face.
Ou Feng stood pitifully in the crowd, and when he saw Mo Shu, he forced a smile and nodded at her.
Mo Shu raised her eyebrows in surprise, finding the young man rather amusing, "To think he even dared to greet me after being beaten up like that?"
"Do you know him?" Meng Yunjing came over with a wine glass, followed Mo Shu’s gaze, and immediately saw Ou Feng, "That kid seems to be from Renya Clothing, his dad came to see me in person before."
Mo Shu was even more surprised, chuckling lightly, "And he even tried to poach my people?"
A ripple went through Meng Yunjing’s heart, and the smile on his face deepened a bit, "Hmm, but I’m already yours, no one can take me away."