Chapter 16 Mo'er, That's the Pretty Boy You Raised

"Mo'er, are you stupid?" Qixi patted Tang Mo'er's forehead, "Do you still need to ask this question? I don't believe you. Do you believe that green tea bitch Han Xiaowan? I don't need you to tell me that she is the green tea bitch herself. Rolled down the stairs."

Tang Moer felt very warm in her heart. Qixi was not only her manager but also her good friend.

"Mo'er, what should we do now? If this kind of public opinion continues to ferment, it will only get bigger and bigger like a snowball. Now the trolls bought by Su Zhe pretend to be your fans and continue to trick you. I guess we will soon I was bullied online.”

"Can you blow up the IDs of those navy soldiers?"

"I've asked people to check, but the IDs of these trolls are quite secretive and can't be checked at all."

Tang Moer sneered in his heart, this Su Zhe was really capable and his actions were impeccable.

"I'll call Su Zhe."

She dialed Su Zhe's mobile phone number, and the melodious ringtone rang once. The phone on the other end was picked up, and Su Zhe's deep voice came, "Hello."

"Hey, Su Zhe, did you buy those navy soldiers?"

"Tang Mo'er, I've told you before, don't force me. You pushed Xiaowan down the stairs and you must pay the price."

"Oh, it turns out you came to take revenge on me for your mistress. Okay, let's make a deal. Let Han Xiaowan attend the press conference tomorrow. She clarified that I wasn't the one who pushed her downstairs. I just said that we were there a year ago. Let’s break off the engagement and it’s a win-win situation for both of us.”

Su Zhe snorted coldly, "Tang Mo'er, you hurt Xiaowan so badly, don't you feel any guilt at all?"

Tang Moer was silent for a moment, without arguing or explaining, because she knew it was useless, "Will you do this deal?"

After a few seconds, Su Zhe agreed, "Do it."

Tang Moer knew that he would definitely do it. Didn't he just want to help Han Xiaowan get rid of the reputation of "mistress"?

"Okay, see you at the press conference tomorrow." Tang Moer hung up the phone.

"Mo'er, why did you agree to hold this press conference? In fact, we can find another way. There is no need to take advantage of that green tea bitch Han Xiaowan..."

"Qixi, don't be anxious, I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Hurry up, Mo'er, do you have an idea?"

A cold smile appeared on Tang Moer's soft lips, and she told Qixi her inner plan.

Qixi immediately gave Tang Moer a thumbs up.

"Okay, Qixi, it's settled, you go back first, see you tomorrow." Tang Mo'er sent Qixi out.

Qixi didn't leave, "Wait a minute, Mo'er, I have something else to ask you."

Qixi stood up and looked at the villa, "Tsk tsk, Mo'er, this is a Bangkok villa. Every inch of land is valuable. I heard that the people who live here are all rich and distinguished people. Why are you here? Tell me honestly. Are you... a sugar daddy?"

Sugar daddy?

Where does the money come from? That man is bankrupt at best.

"Qixi, do you think I need a sugar daddy for my situation? Even if I have a man, it should be the pretty boy I... keep." Tang Moer snorted.

Is it?

Qixi looked suspicious.

At this time, the study door upstairs opened, and Gu Mohan came out, talking to Yan Dong in a low voice.

Qixi's eyes lit up, and her eyes were fixed on the man. From her angle, she could see the man's handsome outline and strong jaw. This man was so good-looking!

He wore a simple dark blue and black trousers. The classic combination showed his aloof elegance and nobility. The expensive watch on his strong wrist and the clear bun line at the sideburns all showed the look of a mature man. Charm and aura.

He was like a collector's edition of French red wine, restrained yet luxurious. Qixi had been in the entertainment industry for many years and had met countless people. She knew at a glance that this man was either rich or noble.

The aura on his body is the accumulation of time, and he must be a superior person.

"Damn, Mo'er, that's the pretty boy you raised???"

Qixi was too excited and couldn't control her voice, so when Tang Mo'er raised her eyes, Gu Mohan's deep narrow eyes fell on her.

Tang Mo'er closed her eyes, why are you so embarrassed?

She lowered her little head, stretched out her little hand and tugged on Qixi's sleeve, and whispered, "Qixi, you can go."

Qixi felt like a chicken. Although she couldn't combine the man in front of her with the "little pretty face", she blinked ambiguously, "Mo'er, since you abandoned Su Zhe, I found that your vision in choosing men has really improved by leaps and bounds. You This pretty boy can knock Su Zhe off a few blocks in terms of appearance and aura. The most important thing is that I think this pretty boy’s waist is the most popular husband waist these days.”

The blush on Tang Moer's face has slowly spread to her snow-white earlobes

"Qixi, are you in need of a man? If so, go find him quickly."

"Mo'er, I already have a boyfriend. I am nourished by love every day, but it's you," Qixi ambiguously whispered in Tang Mo'er's ear, "I see that your hormones have been soaring recently. You are so anxious to put it down." When I drive away, do you want to be alone with this pretty boy for a minute?"

“…”

She was Tang Mo'er, a woman that all the men in Yecheng wanted to sleep with. Whenever she appeared, those men would whistle at her in groups.

At this time, a series of steady footsteps came, and Gu Mohan came down with Yan Dong.

Tang Moer quickly straightened her delicate waist and said to Qixi seriously, "Qixi, you can really go."

"Okay." Qixi nodded.

Tang Moer breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that Qixi would say something again.