A fashion queen

Bai Feifei finished speaking and quickly left the restaurant without looking back, leaving only a hurried back figure behind her. Mo Yunting stared blankly at her going direction, and after a long while, he slowly sat back at the table, lost in thought.

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps approached from afar. It turned out to be Cui Xueying. She had just finished her work and hurried over to look for Mo Yunting. When she arrived beside Mo Yunting, without even taking a breath, she reached out and gently patted Mo Yunting's shoulder, asking with concern, "Yunting, what are you thinking about? You look so lost in thought!"

When Mo Yunting heard the voice, he came back to his senses from his thoughts and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Haha, unfortunately, you came a little late, Bai Feifei has already left." As he said that, he suddenly stretched out his arm, stretched out his strength and pulled hard. Before Cui Xueying could react, he had pulled her steadily into his arms.

Cui Xueying was caught off guard and pulled into Mo Yunting's arms. She was immediately embarrassed and annoyed, and said coquettishly, "Oh, let go! There are so many people watching here! Besides, why don't you find a private room to meet someone properly, but have to meet in such a public place? No wonder the girl left without saying a word to you!"

Despite Cui Xueying's complaints, Mo Yunting not only showed no sign of letting go, but instead tightened his grip. While no one was paying attention, he playfully pinched Cui Xueying's round, perky buttocks and said lovingly, "You can let go, but... well, that depends on your sincerity!"

"What? Sincerity?" Cui Xueying cursed inwardly, "This damn man! He simply deserves a beating! Humph, but... well, forget it. There's no point in arguing with him, so it's better to just give in first." Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, slowly raised her eyes, stared straight at the man in front of her, and coquettishly said, "Oh, husband, do we really need to be so clear about what's between us? You're being too distant!"

Hearing this, Mo Yunting's lips curled up into a barely perceptible smug smile, and a sly glint flashed across his deep eyes. He nodded slightly and said softly, "Okay then. But there's a small condition."

Cui Xueying was startled when she heard this, and subconsciously asked, "What are the conditions?"

Mo Yunting smiled slightly and said slowly, "Unless you agree to accompany me to a dinner party tonight."

"Dinner party?" Cui Xueying's eyes widened immediately, and she asked in surprise, "What kind of dinner party are we going to?"

Before she could finish, Mo Yunting interrupted her with a smile: "Don't worry, baby, I have already carefully prepared everything for you." As he spoke, he reached out his hand and gently stroked Cui Xueying's delicate cheek, and continued in a soft voice: "You just need to dress yourself up beautifully. Leave everything else to me. I promise that you will not suffer any grievances."

Feeling the warmth from Mo Yunting's palm, Cui Xueying's pretty face instantly flushed with a faint blush. She lowered her head slightly, looking as adorable as a shy water lotus.

Although she didn't say anything, her heart was already full of anticipation for this dinner. After all, which woman doesn't like her beloved man to prepare it carefully for her?