Chapter 870 Female Pervert



Ye Qingqing was startled by Meng Huishan's sudden enthusiasm. To be honest, she was really not used to such intimate actions between women. She preferred Lu Mo to kiss her!

Lu Mo, who was in charge of the kitchen, would occasionally keep an eye on the living room, and Meng Huishan's actions did not escape his notice.

Lu Mo's expression changed drastically. He frowned and strode out. Soon after, he stood in front of Ye Qingqing, looking at Meng Huishan warily.

He had read in a book that some women have very special hobbies that both men and women like.

A sweet and adorable girl like Ye Qingqing is attractive to both men and women, especially women like Meng Huishan whose sexual orientation is ambiguous.

Before he knew it, this woman dared to harass Qingqing and even kiss her!

This is outrageous!

"Miss Meng, please have some self-respect!" Lu Mo warned in a deep voice.

Meng Huishan was completely bewildered. What did that mean?

But when she saw Lu Mo's alarmed expression, she found it funny. Was it really necessary?

"Mr. Lu, I am a woman."

Meng Huishan emphasized the word "woman" in particular, which was really funny. She had never seen a man more meddlesome than Lu Mo.

It's normal to be wary of men, but to be wary of women too? That's just too petty!

"Women should also avoid overly intimate actions."

Out of respect for He Weishao, Lu Mo did not directly explain the reason, but only gave a warning, hoping that Meng Huishan would have some self-awareness.

Being bisexual is fine, it's normal, but it's wrong to covet his woman!

After thinking for a long time, Meng Huishan finally understood what Lu Mo meant, and she was both annoyed and amused.

How could you possibly see her as that kind of woman?

It's absolutely ridiculous!

He finally understood that Lu Mo was not only a busybody, but also absolutely insane!

Ye Qingqing chuckled softly behind Lu Mo. So Lu Mo was really worried about her, hehe!

"Brother, I want to drink malted milk powder!" Ye Qingqing sent Lu Mo away.

Lu Mo gave Meng Huishan a warning look and went to make malted milk powder for Ye Qingqing!

Ye Qingqing took out several packets of medicine powder from her body and handed them to Meng Huishan, saying, "The names of the medicines should be written on the paper. Take a look for yourself."

Meng Huishan was extremely surprised. This girl actually carried poison with her at all times. Anyone who offended her would suffer terrible consequences...

"Thank you! I'll treat you to a big meal next time I come to Hong Kong!"

Meng Huishan accepted it without ceremony. She glanced at Lu Mo, who was preparing the malted milk powder, and said to Ye Qingqing in an ambiguous tone, "Your man is really worried about you!"

"Of course, I'm your darling!" Ye Qingqing winked playfully.

Meng Huishan chuckled and lightly tapped Ye Qingqing's forehead. "She really is a treasure; we definitely need to keep a close eye on her!"

"It's a bit hot, drink it later."

Lu Mo walked over with the prepared malted milk powder and happened to see Meng Huishan touching Ye Qingqing's forehead, their behavior was very intimate.

He cleverly positioned himself in front of Ye Qingqing, blocking Meng Huishan.

This woman is too dangerous. Tell He Weishao to come here less often in the future.

No, it's best not to come!

Meng Huishan touched her nose, secretly amused. She was being mistaken for a female pervert again!

He Weishao washed the dishes and came out with a look of seeking praise, saying, "I've never washed dishes at home before..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Mo pushed He Weishao out, saying, "It's getting dark, let's go home!"

"What's the rush? I don't want to... Why did you push me?"

He Weishao felt bewildered. He had worked hard to wash the dishes clean, but he didn't even receive a word of praise, and was even kicked out of the house.

What is Lu Mo up to?

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