Seeing Zhang Zhiqin's stunned expression, Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh at himself:
"Are you scared?"
She lowered her head slightly, a rare look of inferiority on her face.
"I'm almost 34 years old. If a woman of this age doesn't get married and have children, it might be too late.
So, I am not like those girls of your age who are romantic, gentle and lovable, but I am very realistic. I fall in love with the intention of getting married and spending my whole life together.
If I scared you, I want to say sorry to you. You are still young and have many opportunities to choose. I won't blame you.
I hope we can still be friends in the future... What are you doing?"
As Mo Yan was speaking, she saw Zhang Zhiqin suddenly take out her cell phone and seemed to send a message.
"I'll tell Brother Fang."
Zhang Zhiqin grinned and turned his phone screen towards Mo Yan. On it was the WeChat message he had just sent to Fang Xiaole:
"Brother Fang, I'm not going back to the hotel tonight."
Then, he stepped into Mo Yan's house and walked in front of Mo Yan in a handsome and unrestrained manner.
"Dating without the intention of getting married is just hooliganism. Sister Mo, I'm not a hooligan!"
Mo Yan gave him a cold look and pointed at the shoe cabinet, saying, "Put on shoe covers. I just mopped the floor yesterday."
"Oh." Zhang Zhiqin failed to show off and had to go back to the door. She bent down to put on her shoe covers, muttering as she did so:
"Sister Mo, next time I will take you home to meet my parents, don't worry, my aunt likes you so much, my parents will definitely not object.
By the way, my parents will definitely ask us when we are getting married, but I don’t have the money to buy that big diamond ring yet. Why don’t you wait until I earn enough money...Huh?
Suddenly, Zhang Zhiqin felt her collar being grabbed and she was pushed against the wall, facing a pair of cold and charming eyes.
Then, a mature female voice full of magnetism sounded in my ears:
"Don't talk, just kiss me."
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