Gu Tingbai saw a fake debunking post about Qin Beiming being called a gigolo and laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight.
He quickly created a WeChat group and then bombarded everyone with screenshots from the forum.
Qin Beiming frowned slightly, took out his phone which was vibrating incessantly, glanced at the suddenly appearing "Flirting Gossip Exchange Group," and immediately left the group chat.
Ling Mo was still following behind him; he didn't want the girl to misunderstand him as the kind of frivolous playboy.
Furthermore, he has absolutely no interest in flirting with girls.
Instead of wasting time on women, he should focus on his career and earn billions more.
Immediately afterwards, Huo Yunting and Gu Nanfeng also left the group chat.
One of them has someone else in mind, and the other is obsessed with making money. What they hate most is this kind of vulgar chat group.
Of the group, only Lu Jinjiu, with his cunning and scheming nature, showed any interest in this gossip chat group.
[Hey Bai, what the hell are you doing? Don't you know these old men aren't interested in flirting?]
Oops... I got so excited I forgot. (doge emoji)
Gu Tingbai slapped his forehead and quickly changed the group name to "Third Brother's Wife-Chasing Support Group".
Once the group name was changed and they were added back to the group, they behaved much better.
Qin Beiming glanced at the seven large characters on his phone screen, "Third Brother's Wife-Chasing Support Group," and then calmly put the phone back in his pocket.
Leaving the group is too much trouble, so I'll just leave it for now.
Out of curiosity, Huo Yunting also clicked on the various screenshots sent by Gu Tingbai, as well as the photos of Qin Beiming and Ling Mo together.
Upon seeing the iconic stone sculpture of a fledgling eagle in the photo, he immediately tagged Qin Beiming, who had remained silent, in the group chat:
[The No. 1 Middle School is affiliated with the Huo Group. Would you like a suitable position at the school?]
While busy taking photos, Gu Tingbai took a moment to reply on Qin Beiming's behalf:
[Third Brother lured the girl into his car and is too busy to reply now.]
Upon hearing this, the group suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Except for Qin Beiming, everyone else turned on the timers on their phones...
At the entrance of No. 1 Middle School, inconspicuous black minivan.
Ling Mo stared intently at Qin Beiming, his tone tinged with wariness:
"You came to No. 1 High School to find me just to return my clothes?"
"Um."
Qin Beiming nodded, his long legs bending dramatically with nowhere to go.
Thank you.
Ling Mo thanked him politely but distantly. Seeing that he wasn't in a hurry to return it, she simply reached out and grabbed the hoodie that he had placed on his lap.
Qin Beiming mistakenly thought that Ling Mo wanted to take advantage of their time alone to grope him. He was startled and quickly changed to a more reserved sitting posture, unconsciously moving his body towards the car door.
Before this, he had never had a woman in the passenger seat, and it was the first time he had brought a girl in the car, so he was inevitably a little nervous.
Given Ling Mo's overly proactive demeanor, he remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was panicking...
What should we do next?
He can neither lay a hand on a woman nor submit to her. If Ling Mo takes advantage of him and gets closer, how can he defend himself?
At that moment, a sentence that Lu Jinjiu often repeated in his ear suddenly echoed in his mind:
Boys must protect themselves when they are out.
Damn it...
Is his innocence really going to be ruined by this little girl?
if...
If he really can't escape this calamity, he might as well turn the tables and take the initiative...
Qin Beiming felt increasingly agitated the more he thought about it.
He tugged at his collar, slowly turned his head, and stared at Ling Mo, who had already withdrawn his hand and was now watching him warily.
In the cramped space, besides the staggered breathing of the two people, there was also an atmosphere of male hormones that made people blush and their hearts race.
In such an ambiguous atmosphere, it is indeed suitable for something inappropriate for children to happen.
However, Ling Mo, who was only focused on getting the hoodie back, didn't notice Qin Beiming's electrifying gaze at all.
Seeing that he had tightly tucked the corner of her hoodie under her thigh, she lost her patience and asked through gritted teeth:
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Her question jolted Qin Beiming back to his senses.
The pink bubble in my mind also burst at this moment.
"Sorry. I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm easily distracted."
He pursed his lips and lit a cigarette with practiced ease.
In the hazy smoke, my overly tense nerves finally relaxed.
Ling Mo glanced sideways at Qin Beiming, who appeared particularly deep and inscrutable shrouded in a thin layer of smoke, and casually pulled a cigarette from his cigarette case:
"Could I borrow a light?"
The thin smoke floated silently in the air, gathering and dissipating, inadvertently stirring up her painful memories.
I remember when she was first sent to the countryside, she would be chased by a group of rebellious young girls every few days demanding protection money. They were vulgar and had low tastes; the smoke rings they exhaled always made her cough uncontrollably.
Later, in order to fight violence with violence, she not only learned to fight, but also got used to smoking and drinking.
Qin Beiming glanced at her, then abruptly stubbed out his cigarette and said calmly:
"I can't stand the smell of smoke."
Ling Mo: "..."
Is this man really not out of his mind?
He started showing off before the smoke had even cleared, saying he couldn't stand the smell of smoke.
If you really can't stand the smell of smoke, then why smoke at all?
After a few encounters, Ling Mo's initial impression of the man in front of her, who was flamboyant in appearance, loved to show off, and was very likely involved in the sex industry or human trafficking, worsened.
Qin Beiming, completely unaware of Ling Mo's thoughts, noticed that Ling Mo's clothes weren't completely dry, so he turned on the car's heater and asked in a deep voice:
Why are your clothes wet?
"It's cool here."
Qin Beiming noticed the annoyance on her face, but thought that the young girl was still in her rebellious phase and that he should be more accommodating.
"Put on your hoodie, don't catch a cold."
After handing her the hoodie, he opened the car door to make room for her to change.
"I'm not cold."
Ling Mo got out of the car before him, carrying his hoodie.
Seeing her running so fast, a faint smile suddenly appeared on Qin Beiming's handsome face.
This girl seemed aloof, but I didn't expect her to be so shy. She ran away in embarrassment after only a couple of words...
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