RBCT Chapter 587: Young Master Mo, Are You in a Good Mood?
Chapter 587: Young Master Mo, Are You in a Good Mood?
Yin Weiyi saw that it was Bo Yimo and, very self-consciously, found an excuse, ignoring Tong Yan’s pleading eyes, and cheerfully said goodbye to her.To untie the bell, one must tie it first.
Her pain could only be unraveled by those involved.
Giving her heart to Young Master Mo made her feel much more at ease than with that Qin Yikuo from before. No, no, no, she was silly. The two couldn’t even be compared. That scumbag couldn’t even match a single strand of Young Master Mo’s hair!
The room was very quiet.
Bo Yimo sat down on the edge of the bed. "Darling, what are you worried about?"
His voice was gentle, like a flowing stream, soothing pain and sorrow.
Tong Yan still didn’t speak.
Bo Yimo lowered his head and drew her into his arms. "Darling, don’t be afraid."
If Tong Yan looked up, she would see his eyes filled with gentle affection, ready to captivate her in an instant.
But Tong Yan only kept her head down.
Bo Yimo lifted her chin with one hand, forcing her gaze to meet his. "Darling, I’ve got everything covered, so don’t be scared."
Then, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, cherishing her as if she were the most precious and unique treasure in the world.
Gradually, Tong Yan’s restless heart calmed down.
The door wasn’t completely locked, and Yin Weiyi sneakily peered inside from the door’s edge. Seeing the two kiss, he couldn’t help but take his phone out and snap a picture. Good job, Young Master Mo!
Don’t waste time with sweet talk. Just go for the kiss, and if kissing isn’t enough, go for it, pow, pow, pow!
Actions speak louder than words!
As for what to do, well, everyone understands.
It’s undeniable that Yin Weiyi had taken being sneaky to the extreme.
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Bo Yimo didn’t just talk the talk. The next day, he held a press conference at the Yun Jin Hotel in Beijing, attended by many reporters that filled the venue to the brim.
The reporters really went all out. As soon as the news was released, many arrived early to stake out the venue, and the latecomers could only stand on the outside.
It’s undeniable that the reporters simply adored the pair of Tong Yan and Bo Yimo. With Tong Yan around, they never lacked headlines. After a quiet half-month, they thought things had settled, not expecting such a big news break.
This was even more significant than before.
As the reporters eagerly awaited, Bo Yimo made his entrance.
His arrival filled everyone with excitement.
Just as the reporters were about to ask questions, they noticed the gentleness in Bo Yimo’s expression, softening his entire demeanor. They couldn’t help but inquire, "Young Master Mo, you’re in a great mood?"
Bo Yimo smiled and nodded. He rarely smiled in public, and the smile, like the warm sun of spring, seemed strangely harmonious with his otherwise cool demeanor.
Anyone could tell he was in a great mood.
"Is it because of Tong Yan?" The reporter pressed on.
Bo Yimo glanced at him, offering no reply.
If not for her, then who else?
His attitude said it all, and the unanswered reporter merely rubbed his nose, refraining from further questioning.
This gave another reporter the chance to ask, "Young Master Mo, is your relationship with Little Fatty true?"
Bo Yimo answered forcefully and confidently, "I love her." And he’d loved her for a very long time.
It was more of a declaration, astonishing everyone present.
As the press conference was being broadcast live, people could watch it in real-time online.
Barrage comments flooded the screen, layer upon layer.