Chapter Forty-Eight: Who Wins?
Mo Yan thought, his mood changed from cloudy to sunny in an instant, and he didn't even care if he was stripped of his vest.
"Really?" There was already a bit of anger hidden in Ghost Ye's words.
"Tsk, what? You...... Regret saving me? ”
Mo Yan is not pretending, completely exposing his true nature.
"I don't regret it," Ghost Ye snapped his fingers, "However, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of here." ”
The shadow guards hidden around instantly surrounded Mo Yan after Ghost Ye gave the command.
"It's ...... A big gift? ”
Mo Yan still maintained that lazy appearance, as if nothing could arouse any interest in her.
"Hmm......" Ghost Ye nodded: "Sort of." ”
Raising his eyebrows, Mo Yan hugged his fists and said: "Please take back this big gift from the landlord, Mo Yan deserves it!" ”
"Now, hasn't the Ink Pavilion Lord figured out the situation yet?"
Ghost Ye smiled, and the beautiful handsome face under the mask shone brightly: "It's not that you can't stand it, but,"
"If you don't accept this gift, you have to accept it."
"Really?" Mo Yan yawned tiredly: "You should know, you can't trap me!" ”
Ghost Ye knew in his heart that he really couldn't trap the cunning and abnormal Mo Yan, and if he was not careful, he was afraid that even he would be planted in Mo Yan's hands again.
However, his purpose is not just to trap Mo Yan, but to ......
So, no matter what the process is, there is nothing wrong with the ending being what you expected.
"So, let's try?"
Ghost Ye stared at Mo Yan's white fingers tapping on the table, and followed Mo Yan on the table in the same way.
Mo Yan noticed Ghost Ye's movements, and pulled the corners of his mouth speechlessly, but he didn't bother to care: "Okay, but it's too boring like this." ”
"Why don't we make a bet?" The corners of Mo Yan's eyes were sly.
Ghost Ye didn't miss the cunning in the corners of Mo Yan's eyes, and lowered his eyes, his eyes full of calculations.
Want to calculate me? That, it can't be!
"Why don't you dare?" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at Ghost Ye with disgust: "Then forget it." ”
"No, I was just thinking about the conditions of the bet." As soon as Ghost Ye heard Mo Yan say forget it, he immediately stopped him.
Mo Yan put his hands on his cheeks and blinked his crystal clear eyes: "Then did you come up with it?" ”
Such a well-behaved and cute ink face forms a counter-cuteness with her lazy and cunning.
Ghost Ye reached out and poked Mo Yan's baby fat cheek.
Feel good!
"Ahem," Ghost Ye coughed twice in embarrassment after reacting to what he was doing, in order to alleviate the embarrassment: "Why don't you be my personal maid for January if you lose?" ”
"Aren't you afraid that I'll take the opportunity to kill you?" Mo Yan's puzzled gaze fell on Ghost Ye.
What is he going to do?
"We don't have that much grudge yet."
Mo Yan motioned to Ghost Ye to look at the shadow guards around him, and asked with his eyes: Why are you lying without blushing and heartbeat, but if you say this, it will be a big anecdote in the rivers and lakes.
Ghost Ye directly ignored Mo Yan's eyes and asked, "What about your bet conditions?" ”
Mo Yan's fingers slapped his cheek: "I want to think about it." ”
"Forget it, I can't think of better conditions for the time being."
Mo Yan said bitterly: "Just like you, if you lose, you will be my personal guard for a month, how about it?" ”
The inquiring eyes fell on Ghost Ye, just waiting for Ghost Ye to agree.
Ghost Ye lowered his eyes, and there was a glint of victory in sight.