“Mr. Mo, we’re going to eat hot pot, not Western food,” An Yiruo said tactfully.
"Yes, I booked the hot pot dinner tonight." Mo Jingchen said casually, unaware of anything unusual.
"Yes, we're having hot pot. Mr. Mo, you look more like you're going to a high-class banquet than to eat out in your suit and tie."
“But all I have are suits,” Mo Jingchen said, glancing towards the dressing room.
"Mr. Mo can also change his style of dress occasionally; casual wear looks great too."
Mo Jingchen looked at An Yiruo, who was dressed in blue jeans and a white T-shirt, and looked both clean and youthful.
Suddenly, I had the idea of wearing matching outfits with her.
"Let's go buy it now."
"Now, it's too late, isn't it?"
"We'll make it in time. We can go eat after we buy it. Perfect timing," Mo Jingchen said, and then pulled An Yiruo out the door.
He drove straight to the mall and went to several of the brands he frequented.
"Mr. Mo, what would you like to order today?"
"Jeans, T-shirt, find my size."
"Okay, Mr. Mo, please wait a moment." After receiving Mr. Mo's shopping request, the shop assistant immediately turned around to prepare the goods.
Soon, a small rack of clothes was pushed over by the shop assistant.
"Mr. Mo, please take a look."
"Miss An, would you help me choose?" Mo Jingchen turned to look at An Yiruo and said.
"I?"
"Yes, Miss An, please take a look at it for me."
An Yiruo got up and looked at the clothes on the clothes rack, carefully selecting a few that she thought would suit Mo Jingchen.
"Mr. Mo, I think these are pretty good."
"Okay, I'll give it a try. Wait for me a moment."
When Mo Jingchen took the clothes to the fitting room, An Yiruo took out her phone out of boredom and saw that the dormitory group chat had exploded with activity.
After looking through the records, I found out that one of my roommates, Wang Tingting, was in a relationship, and they were doing it secretly.
"Tingting, tell us the truth, when did this happen? And when are you going to bring the person to us to see?" An Yiruo asked in the group chat.
"Okay, okay. I'll tell you everything, please don't scold me."
"Ahem, speak quickly."
Since An Yiruo is not in the dormitory right now, everyone discusses things in the group chat.
"It's like... I met him during my internship. He's been helping me ever since I joined the company, and he's also a senior from my school, so I'm especially reliant on him. We kept in touch like that, and after a while, he... confessed his feelings to me."
“Okay, Tingting, it’s been so long, and we only just found out. Tell me, how should we be punished?” Li Mei said in the group chat, feigning anger.
"Sisters, I know I was wrong. Dong Hui said he'll treat everyone to dinner next weekend and formally introduce him to you all," Wang Tingting said in the group chat.
"Since you're somewhat reasonable, I'll forgive you, but your partner has to treat us to a big meal as compensation," Li Mei continued.
"Okay, okay, I promise to make sure all the ladies are satisfied next weekend."
"Okay, it's settled then. See you next weekend." After exchanging a few more pleasantries in the group chat, everyone fell silent.
"Miss An, how is it?" Mo Jingchen came out of the fitting room and called out to An Yiruo, who was sitting on the sofa looking down at her phone.
An Yiruo looked up at the sound and saw Mo Jingchen dressed in casual clothes.
As expected, good-looking people look good in anything; Mo Jingchen is probably the perfect example of a natural clothes hanger.
It has to be said that Mo Jingchen used to look like a decisive and ruthless CEO when he wore a suit.
If he were to wear a full-length robe now, he would look like a very scholarly senior. An Yiruo was stunned and unconsciously began to admire Mo Jingchen's looks.
"Miss An?" Mo Jingchen couldn't help but feel smug when he saw An Yiru staring at him in a daze.
“I think this outfit is great, it suits Mr. Mo very well,” An Yiruo said, coming back to her senses.
“Okay, this one is fine.” Mo Jingchen then turned to the sales clerk and said, “Send the other units to Xinghai Bay Apartments, pay by card.”
"Yes, Mr. Mo."
After completing the series of procedures, the clerk respectfully said, "Mr. Mo, here is your card. Welcome to visit us again."
Mo Jingchen specially picked out jeans and a T-shirt in the same color scheme as An Yiruo from the clothes An Yiruo had chosen for him. Wearing them now, they really did look like a couple's outfit.
Mo Jingchen stepped forward, grabbed An Yiruo's hand, and headed straight for the hot pot restaurant.
Along the way, Mo Jingchen's outstanding appearance attracted many young girls to watch him, and some even mustered up the courage to ask for his phone number.
However, before the girl could even get close to Mo Jingchen, she was frightened by a single look from him and dared not approach any further.
"Mr. Mo, you scared her," An Yiruo said sourly, gesturing with her chin towards the girl's location.
"Besides Miss An, I will never show my tenderness to any other woman." Mo Jingchen did not miss any opportunity to express his feelings.
"It's because you're too flashy. Mr. Mo's looks are indeed not very safe as a partner," An Yiruo said thoughtfully.
"Nonsense. There aren't many men like me who are both elegant and domestic, and who can also provide beauty for your enjoyment, Miss An. You've really hit the jackpot."
"Hmph~", An Yiruo thought to herself that Mo Jingchen was a little too narcissistic.
"Don't worry, Miss An. I can't choose my appearance. But being good-looking is always more pleasing to your eye than being ugly, isn't it?"
"Besides, I have a phobia of women. I can't get close to any woman except Miss An, so Miss An, don't worry, even if I had ulterior motives, it wouldn't matter. Wouldn't someone like me be the safest man in the world?" Mo Jingchen whispered in An Yiruo's ear.
"Mr. Mo is just like Wang Po selling melons, praising his own wares."
"Knowing how to sell yourself and successfully selling yourself is a skill in itself," Mo Jingchen said with a very confident expression, then continued, "We've arrived."
Seeing the long queue outside the restaurant, An Yiruo gasped. However, because they had made a reservation in advance, the two did not need to wait in line and were led directly to a private room on the second floor by a waiter.
"Mr. Mo, are there any other people here today?"
"No, it's just the two of us."
"Just the two of us...we'll sit in a private room." An Yiruo looked around the room; it could easily accommodate eight people.
"The private room is quiet and spacious, and most importantly, there's no one to bother us."
"But how did the restaurant agree to let the two of us sit in an eight-person room?"
Looking at the bustling scene outside the store as soon as she entered, An Yiruo couldn't understand why the store owner would waste resources like this.
"Because I... exerted pressure with power."
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