Master Mo, Your Wife's Multiple Identities Are Online Again

“Don’t you dare touch my sister!” Zhang Yi roared in anger, but his voice was completely drowned out by the noisy screams.

The bodyguards held him down tightly, and Zhang Yi could not move at all. He was like a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered. His eyes were filled with despair.

Mo Yi seemed to have heard something interesting. He moved closer to Zhang Yi and used his index finger to caress Zhang Yi’s brows, his eyes filled with unconcealed desire. He could not help but kiss Zhang Yi on the forehead.

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“You’re so pretty, little baby. Do you know what happened to the last person who went against my will?”

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“President Mo, Third Uncle is here.” As soon as Fu Wen received the news, he immediately notified Mo Ting.

Mo Ting furrowed his brows as he searched for Su Yuan on the dance floor. Seeing that she was still dancing with Xu Yingying, he finally relaxed, “What is he doing here?”

“I’m not sure, he brought bodyguards and no one else.”

Mo Ting looked over at Mo Yi’s seat. Mo Yi’s seat was quite a distance away from Su Yuan’s seat. In order to keep Su Yuan within his line of sight without being discovered, he sat in a more secluded spot. With his field of vision restricted and the bodyguards surrounding the booth, he couldn’t see where Mo Yi was.

“Ever since you broke his legs last time, he’s been wanting to bring a team of mercenaries with him whenever he goes out.” Fu Wen took a sip of wine and ridiculed.

“President Mo, should we do something?” Fu Wen suddenly asked.

Mo Ting thought about it for a moment. Last time at the ceremony, Mo Yi did not see Su Yuan’s face, so he did not think she was here for him. He raised his wrist to look at the time. It was almost 12 o ‘clock. “Little Yuan, isn’t it time to go home?”

Hearing this, Fu Wen was stunned and thought, “What’s with this nagging and worried old father’s tone? President Mo, she is your wife, not your daughter! Hey! Wake up!”

“Oh, President Mo, why don’t you send a message to remind the Madam?” Fu Wen suggested.

Hearing this, Mo Ting felt that it made sense. He immediately pulled out his phone and started typing on WeChat. But, 10 minutes passed.

“President Mo, have you sent out the message?”

“No,” Mo Ting replied.

“Is there a problem…?”

Mo Ting pursed his lips and replied, “I don’t know what to say.”

Fu Wen was thinking to himself, ‘Why is he the one who’s tired when the president is in love?’

“You can say some unimportant things and then ask Madam what she’s doing now. For example, [I’ve been in a meeting all day and I’m a little tired. I haven’t seen you in two days. How have you been? I bought supper, do you want to eat together?]”

“This way, it can express that I’ve been thinking about you, and at the same time, I’ve also sent out an invitation. No matter which of these three questions Madam answers to, you can continue to ask her when she’s coming home.”

Mo Ting looked at Fu Wen in a completely different light as Fu Wen lowered his head shyly. He then heard President Mo say, “If you’re so good at dating, why are you single?”

Fu Wen thought again, ‘Yes, you’re so powerful! You’re so good at tricking a wife into coming home and showing off!’

Mo Ting followed Fu Wen’s instructions and sent out the edited message. Afterwards, he stared at Su Yuan on the dance floor.

A minute passed, three minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and Su Yuan was still dancing on the dance floor, not affected by the news at all.

Mo Ting turned around and looked coldly at Fu Wen.

“Madam probably didn’t take her phone!” Fu Wen smiled awkwardly.

At this moment, the music suddenly stopped, and the lights went out. In the face of the sudden darkness, the people on the dance floor set off a second wave of climax, and the screams were even louder.

Xu Yingying’s phone was on her, so she pressed the button to light up the screen and mouthed to Su Yuan, ‘I’m tired. I’m going back to rest.’

Su Yuan nodded and pulled her in the direction of the booth.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst out on the stage. All the dancers left, and a woman with heavy makeup and an enchanting figure came on stage. “For tonight’s special program, my special guest, Mr. D, will randomly choose a dance partner from the audience and perform a strip dance for everyone. What do you think?”

“Alright!” Cheers resounded through the entire venue!