Chapter 253 Adorable Little White

le for such temperatures. One would catch a cold if one valued appearance over warmth."No crying allowed, everyone dresses this way, just bear with it."Warming cried even harder!Cai Xiao Jing had also...Chapter 253: Adorable Little White

Mojie Xiaobai said, "I don't know about other things, but there's no room for negotiation on this matter. Let's not talk about it anymore; anyway, your little sister-in-law will be here recuperating. We might as well take the opportunity to foster some rapport... or rather, develop a working默契."

"I want autographs on your posters and photos, plus a special dedication for Warmth, movie autographs, and candid shots..."

"Little Brother-in-Law is going to kill me," muttered Mojie Xiaobai. Warmth waved her hand generously, "Fear not, I'll protect you."

"Are you sure you can handle it" asked Mo Xiao Bai warily, mysteriously adding, "Little Brother-in-Law's punches are heavy; even before he met you, he beat me up so badly that my handsome face swelled."

"No way! Damn it, scoundrel, how dare you hit my idol Don't worry; I'll avenge you for sure. He won’t dare to lay a finger on you again," Warmth said chivalrously, defending her idol.

Mojin thought to himself, You really know how to take advantage of resources, Xiaobai. First, playing the victim and then using others as pawns... too shrewd.

But is he certain that he wouldn’t be beaten up even worse

"Little Sister-in-Law, you are truly wise and formidable. Remember to avenge me," said Mojie Xiaobai with a smile, finding it easy indeed to win over fans when one was an idol.

"Rest assured; I will definitely take revenge for you. By the way, is Ye Feimo seriously injured"

"He's fine, as strong and spirited as ever. He went out with Big Boss on some errand. He'll come to see you tomorrow," said Mojie Xiaobai with a smile. Warmth felt reassured but was puzzled since it seemed he had sustained severe injuries.

How could things be so simple

But since everyone insisted that Ye Feimo was fine, she had no choice but to believe them.

After chatting for a while, Wenran felt tired and wanted to rest. Mo Chen and Mo Xiaobai left. Mo Xiaobai laughed and said, "Auntie Wen is so easy to fool."

"You are exaggerating too much. If Feiyi finds out about this, you will look very ugly."

"What do I have to fear Auntie Wen will protect me. Having her as my idol has many benefits." Mo Xiaobai proudly raised his tail, especially when he was considered an idol by Auntie Wen.

“You two idle guys, what did you talk about with Wenran” Mo Wushuang asked from the stairwell entrance. Mo Xiaobai shook his head while Mo Chen shrugged. Mo Xiaobai said, “We didn’t tell her that Little Uncle is still unconscious.”

Wenran was injured by a bullet and had been in a coma for four days. Ye Feiyi’s back had been stabbed by a sharp weapon, which caused internal injuries to his lungs; his condition was much more severe than Wenran's. The heavy object had made the stab wound deeper and also inflicted several other wounds due to impacts. Especially serious was that he suffered a severe head injury at the back of his head that bled profusely and resulted in severe brain concussion. The doctors said there was only a chance for him to wake up tomorrow.

The stab wound had received good treatment, as did the brain concussion; it didn’t pose any life-threatening danger. Whether or not there would be aftereffects was unknown until he woke up. They basically weren't concerned about this issue.

After all, Ye Feiyi was a tenacious little strongman who wouldn't be beaten easily, so this minor injury wasn't worth worrying about. He definitely would recover consciousness.

The only reason Wenran felt anxious was because she couldn’t see him.

"Don’t go and disturb her; let her rest well. Even though it’s a flesh wound, it will take a long time to heal," Mo Wushuang said, pointing at Mo Xiaobai. "You, Big Brother called you to the study."

Mo Xiaobai's smile faded. "Just me"

"Do you want everyone to carry and worship you as if you’re a moon goddess" Mo Wushuang asked with his arms crossed. Mo Xiaobai wailed pitifully, looking at Mo Chen with sad eyes. Mo Chen smiled and said, "I have something to do; I’m going."

Before Mo Xiaobai could speak, Mo Chen had already disappeared down the corridor.

"Big Brother, you can’t just leave me here when someone’s in danger!" The entire villa echoed with Mo Xiaobai's cries. Mo Chen was nowhere to be seen; Mo Xiaobai cursed softly and turned to look at Mo Wushuang, who had a 'what are your intentions' expression on his face. Mo Xiaobai gracefully turned around and headed for the study.

Ink's Study.

Ink's study covers over a hundred square meters, connected to an archive room. The bookshelves are designated D586 and contain various types of books, with more on psychology and computer science.

The study has a predominantly dark blue color scheme, giving it a very upscale feel that is both luxurious and weighty.

Ink sits expressionlessly behind his desk working while Little White pushes the door open, "Boss, you wanted to see me"

Ink hummed in acknowledgment, "Sit down. I need to finish a document first."

Little White made an 'oh' sound and sat on the sofa opposite him. Through the large windows beside him was a small bookshelf and a set of white sofas; there was also a miniature potted landscape plant by the window. Little White wondered what his boss wanted to talk about but, when Ink remained silent without asking anything, he stayed quiet too.

After waiting for half an hour with no sign of movement from Ink, Little White walked over and picked up an English original copy of "Red and Black" from the small bookshelf by the window.

Ink often called him into his study and left him there for several hours. By now, Little White was used to it.

While Ink's younger brother, Mo Chen, would leave after just a few minutes of entering his study, he himself always stayed for at least two or three hours, sometimes up to seven or eight hours.

Sometimes when he woke up from an afternoon nap, the boss was still dealing with that one document as if it were a major issue.

It really was special treatment.

Little White loved moving around and staying quiet wasn't his style. Being summoned to the study by his boss was always a headache for him. But over time, he had gotten used to it. Despite spending long periods there each visit, he never felt like he'd been there too long when leaving.

This was indeed quite an intriguing phenomenon.

Moxiao Bai took off his shoes, folded some cushions comfortably and lay down on the sofa in the boss's study. The sofa was really comfortable—neither too soft nor too hard, making it perfect for sleeping. After reading for a while, Moxiao Bai yawned out of fatigue.

Moyao glanced at him with deep eyes, cold and sharp but also slightly tranquil. Then he lowered his head again and focused on his work. As soon as Moyao's head went down, Moxiao Bai turned over and found his gaze directly facing Moyao’s direction.

The boss really wasted such a good face. Moxiao Bai muttered to himself. If the boss smiled or cast an alluring glance, countless girls would die for him one after another.

Waste… waste...

This was truly a great waste of resources.

Moxiao Bai imagined how amazing his aloof boss might look. However, there were some scenes that he just couldn’t imagine. He turned away and thought to himself: no point staring at him for half an hour; the boss wouldn't react anyway.

The boss had incredible willpower and patience.

"Boss, give me a smile," Moxiao Bai started to feel bored. When he was bored, teasing his aloof boss seemed like such a pointless thing to do. The boss didn’t even reward him with a smile. Holding the cushion in hand, Moxiao Bai smiled as sweetly as peach blossoms blooming in March, "Boss, give me a smile… when a man smiles, his charm multiplies by ten!"

Moyao was engrossed in paperwork. Moxiao Bai yawned again and said, "If you don’t believe what an attractive man says, it’s such a waste of my efforts. If the boss doesn't smile soon, I'll leave."

Moyao signed his name neatly on the document and raised his head slightly to look at Moxiao Bai. His gaze was as still as dead water without any ripples; it looked rather terrifying.

Moxiao Bai scratched his nose and shrugged, "Eggplant… give me a smile…"

Haha, so silly.

Moyao frowned. "Shut up, read."t conspicuous; it was heavy and solemn, not drawing much attention. Its location was somewhat remote, adjacent to a farm with fields of yellow flowers, picturesque scenery indeed. Several black-clad m...