Chapter 63: Shut Up!

Even though Mo Yan was busy overseeing the students’ military training, his eyes never strayed far from Fu Lang and Su Bao.

When he saw Su Bao holding Fu Lang’s hand and the seemingly close interaction between the two, he couldn’t help but frown.

Getting so close to a girl whose background was unknown? This wasn’t a good idea!

If he remembered correctly, he had already warned Fu Lang multiple times…

Don’t get too close to this girl named Su Bao. But of course, Fu Lang didn’t listen.

Oh, and of course, Mo Yan had no idea at the time that he’d later end up slapping himself in the face for his own words.

After the afternoon’s military training, Fu Lang took Su Bao to Jade Street.

Just as they were about to start the car, someone knocked on the window.

Standing by the car was the tall figure of Mo Yan. His short-cropped hair was still damp, with droplets of water clinging to it. He was dressed in casual wear, clearly having taken a quick shower after training and hurried over.

“You’re coming with us?” Fu Lang asked, slightly surprised. That didn’t seem like Mo Yan at all.

Mo Yan was a man of strict routines.

Unless a mission forced him to break his schedule, he rarely deviated from his regimented lifestyle. Exercise when it was time to exercise, read when it was time to read—he never wasted a second.

Mo Yan, his expression unreadable, simply said, “What? Am I not welcome?”

After he said this, Fu Lang, the fool, seemed to interpret it in his own way.

Suddenly, his face was filled with emotion, as if he were deeply moved.

He even put on a fake, teary expression, as though he were about to cry.

“Mo Yan, having a brother like you in this lifetime makes it all worth it! You’re willing to go to such lengths to protect me, staying by my side every step of the way!”

Mo Yan: …

“Don’t worry. Once this whole ordeal is over, I’ll work on self-improvement and try to… change my preferences!” Fu Lang declared, completely oblivious to the storm brewing on Mo Yan’s face.

The vein on Mo Yan’s forehead twitched violently.

But Fu Lang, the idiot, didn’t stop. He rambled on, completely ignoring the growing tension.

“You know, I’ve always heard people say, ‘A true brother is someone who becomes the woman his brother needs.’ Now I finally understand the essence of that saying!”

Da Hei, perched on Su Bao’s shoulder, spread its large wings to cover her ears.

Such inappropriate talk wasn’t suitable for Su Bao to hear!

Mo Yan finally reached his limit. He opened the car door, got into the passenger seat, and glared coldly at Fu Lang.

Then, without mercy, he spat out two words: “Shut up!”

Fu Lang looked slightly disappointed.

Sigh, no sense of humor.

Isn’t the whole point of being brothers to help each other out?

Mo Yan couldn’t find a wife!

And Fu Lang had too many girlfriends to choose from for a wife!

Their problems perfectly complemented each other. Why not help each other out?

As the car drove into Jade Street, Su Bao’s behavior suddenly changed.

She felt an irresistible pull, as if something was clawing at her insides. It was as though the entire street was filled with delicious things, surrounding her completely!

She couldn’t stop swallowing.

She couldn’t stop herself from wanting to open the car door and jump out!