Chapter 38: Don’t Tempt Fate

Fu Lang swore, if he had known that this phone would cause Mo Yan to hold a grudge for so long…

He definitely wouldn’t have tempted fate!

…

“Xiao Bao, look, I got this for you. Do you like it?”

Fu Lang eagerly handed the phone to Su Bao, a large-screen white phone with a great feel, far superior to the old model Su Yuzi had given her.

However…

Su Bao didn’t seem to care.

She took it and immediately stuffed it into her bag.

Fu Lang felt uneasy, could it be she didn’t like it?

Tsk…

That shouldn’t be!

He’d been with so many women before, if not a hundred, then ninety-nine, and anything he gave was always well-received.

After all, he only gave the latest and most expensive!

After pondering for a while, Fu Lang almost scolded himself for comparing Su Bao to those women!

There was no comparison!

Young girls these days, who knew what they were thinking, he just couldn’t figure out what Su Bao wanted.

What Fu Lang didn’t realize was…

Su Bao had put the phone in her bag without a second glance because it was dinnertime at the cafeteria!

She was eager to eat!

Moreover, no matter how expensive Fu Lang’s gift was, Su Bao had no concept of money…

“I’m going to the cafeteria to eat.”

The little stoic Su Bao meant: It’s time to eat, please move aside.

But Fu Lang didn’t get it and slapped his thigh, realizing, “Oh right, it’s time to eat!”

“Come on, Xiao Bao, let me take you to a hotel for dinner!”

Su Bao looked at him quietly and refused without hesitation, “No.”

The little stoic Su Bao wouldn’t miss any chance to go to the cafeteria for chicken drumsticks.

After military training, Mo Qiao Qiao excitedly ran to Su Bao, seeing Fu Lang beside her…

She rushed over and pushed Fu Lang aside.

Su Bao was hers!

Fu Lang: “…”

Mo Yan, a special forces instructor, was at the college for military training at his aunt’s request, to look after Mo Qiao Qiao.

Mo Qiao Qiao insisted on going to the cafeteria with Su Bao, so Mo Yan followed, and Fu Lang hurriedly joined them.

“Hey, Mo Yan, why does your little Mo Qiao Qiao like hanging out with our Xiao Bao?”

Fu Lang, oblivious to the danger, nudged Mo Yan with his elbow, gossiping.

Mo Qiao Qiao, though not the brightest, was sharp enough to sense hostility. Anyone with ill intentions was easily identified by her.

Other less bright people often had opportunists around them, but not Mo Qiao Qiao. She was so naive it circled back to being sharp!

Hearing this, Mo Yan swiftly grabbed Fu Lang’s wrist, twisting his arm behind his back.

Fu Lang nearly cried out in pain!

“Ouch, damn! It hurts!”

Mo Yan stood tall and acted decisively, his grip like iron, leaving no room for struggle!

“Who did you just call a little idiot?”

Fu Lang: “Damn, it’s my nickname for Qiao Qiao…”

His arm was twisted further, and Fu Lang almost cried out for his mom.

Damn!

Did the Mo family have to be so protective?

“It’s me! It’s me! I’m the little idiot, okay?!”

Only then did Mo Yan release his grip.