Chapter 202 Mo Ziyuan's Disguise

When eating breakfast, Mo Ziyuan was like a virtuous woman and a shy little man.

He sat there eating with his head down, his ears occasionally turning red.

Lin Yiluo sat next to him, and it was difficult for you to know anything about her.

"Brother Ziyuan, your ears are so red."

As soon as Lin Yiluo spoke, she immediately attracted the attention of Lin Yi'an across from her. Lin Yi'an looked at the shy man in front of him, his ears turning increasingly red.

Mo Ziyuan lowered his head and didn't answer, his ears turning red.

“Your brother Ziyuan eats spicy food.”

"Ah, I see."

Mo Ziyuan became even more embarrassed, his head almost falling into the bowl.

Today was the day Mo Ziyuan was to see a doctor, and Lin Yi'an didn't forget to remind him.

"Ziyuan, are you going to see a doctor later? I'll take you."

"No need, no need," Mo Ziyuan shook his head, "I can go by myself."

Lin Yi'an didn't insist, as he had a meeting to attend today.

At the manor gate, Lin Yiluo was still seeing Mo Ziyuan off. The breeze beside the car carried a sticky warmth, and Lin Yiluo held Mo Ziyuan's hand tightly, her voice as soft as honey.

"Brother Ziyuan, are you going to see doctors all day today?"

The redness on the tips of Mo Ziyuan's ears never faded, and even the back of his ears were tinged with a light pink.

Lin Yi'an was somewhat impressed. Just because of the few words he said that morning, Mo Ziyuan could be famous all day? Really, what a loser.

"Yes, I will be out all day, but I will be back in the evening."

"I'll be back tonight!" Lin Yiluo's eyes lit up instantly, most of her previous grievances dissipated. She shook his hand, then leaned closer, glancing at Lin Yi'an not far away. After confirming that the distance was far enough, she mouthed silently, "Can you bring me some food?"

Mo Ziyuan was initially happy to see her happy, but... she was happy because she wanted him to bring her something!

"What would you like to eat, Yiluo?"

Lin Yiluo looked at Lin Yi'an, who was standing not far away. He probably couldn't hear her.

"I want to eat fried chicken."

The little girl is very smart; she even knows how to use mouth shapes.

"Okay, I got it. I'll bring some fried chicken back for Yiluo."

^o^ Hehe, no hehe! (_;

Why did Brother Ziyuan have to say it?!

Lin Yi'an clearly heard it and walked over. He originally wanted to give them some private space, but now it seemed unnecessary.

"No fried chicken allowed," he said, and then the little girl looked at Mo Ziyuan, "and you're not allowed to bring it either."

Mo Ziyuan lowered his head, looking aggrieved.

"But Ilo wants to eat it."

"Then let the kitchen cook it at home. Anyway, you're not allowed to bring any."

"Oh well."

Mo Ziyuan looked at Lin Yilu apologetically. It wasn't that he wouldn't let her eat, but that Yi'an wouldn't let him bring it.

"Hmph! You won't let me eat anything!" Lin Yilu pouted, her grievances welling up again, but she didn't dare to throw a tantrum at Lin Yi'an, so she could only vent her anger on "telling on him".

Lin Yi'an stepped forward, ruffled her hair, and his tone softened instantly: "Baby, home cooking is so much better. The chef's food is more delicious and healthier than what you get outside. You don't have to worry about getting a stomachache."

"But eating at home doesn't feel the same as eating out." The little girl wouldn't listen to any explanations; she just wanted to eat there.

"Just this once."

"Baby, come home with your brother, we'll have something delicious to eat at home."

Pshaw, she's not a child.

Lin Yiluo wanted to throw a little tantrum, but she didn't dare; Lin Yi'an's gaze was too unwavering.

Looking at Mo Ziyuan, she could only obediently say goodbye.

Zhao Ming opened the door for his young master to get into the car. Mo Ziyuan got in, opened the window, and looked at Lin Yiluo with reluctance, his reluctance almost overflowing.

Lin Yi'an ignored it and pulled Lin Yiluo away.

After the car drove away, he looked at his sister, Lin Yiluo, who was also looking at him.

The little girl looked fierce, her whole body puffed up with anger, and she glared at me with a soft, puffy expression, as if I were some kind of bad guy who had broken them up.

"Sweetie, let's go home."

Only after the little girl's figure disappeared into the distance did the man put away his reluctant expression, and he was still smiling softly, as if he was thinking of something.

"Young master, where are we going?"

"Haven't a lot of new cars arrived recently? Let's go take a look."

"Yes, young master."

……………

The open-air parking lot was so large that it seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Sunlight shone on rows of brand-new luxury cars, and even the air smelled of money. Many well-dressed people surrounded the new cars, examining them and talking in hushed tones.

Mo Ziyuan had already asked Zhao Ming to prepare his outfit. Black sunglasses covered most of his face, a mask covered his jawline, and a bright blue baseball cap was pulled down slightly. He casually grabbed the bright silver jacket that Zhao Ming handed him and put it on, zipping it up only to his chest to reveal his dark inner layer. Instantly, he looked completely different from his usual low-key self.

Zhao Ming looked at Mo Ziyuan with admiration. It was obvious that his young master would not dress like this. Who would recognize him as Young Master Mo outside?

"Young Master Mo, do you think I need to put on an act?"

Mo Ziyuan put on the last ear clip, looked at himself in the mirror, and thought he looked handsome and dazzling. He was really good-looking, even better-looking than Yi Luo. He answered Zhao Ming's question casually.

"Just wear a hat and glasses."

"ah!"

Zhao Ming was somewhat disappointed; he also wanted to dress up nicely like his young master.

"Huh what?"

"Young master, how about I dress up properly like you?"

"You don't need to. I'm good-looking, they won't stare at you."

"..." He asked more questions than he asked.

Looking at Mo Ziyuan walking ahead, Zhao Ming felt that he was even more flamboyant than Lin Shao.

The man's gait changed, becoming incredibly ostentatious. Zhao Ming followed behind, secretly glancing around. Sure enough, many people were looking in their direction.

Young master, this isn't a disguise; it's clearly just a different way of making yourself conspicuous.