CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 138 EXTRA LITTLE PLANT (1)

Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, not expecting Yan Jiu to suddenly invite her.

"No, Mr. Yan, I’ve already eaten."

Qiao Mo refused, hesitated for a moment and then added, "I should thank you for your help at the banquet today."

Yan Jiu curled his lips, his mischievous eyes recklessly scanning Qiao Mo, "Even without me, Little Sister Qiao is so clever, she would have surely turned danger into safety."

His gaze made Qiao Mo somewhat uncomfortable. After a moment of silence, she said again, "Mr. Yan, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back now."

With that, Qiao Mo glanced at him and turned to go upstairs, not wanting to stay with Yan Jiu.

Yan Yiheng was different from Fu Nancheng, he wasn’t as deep and cold, but rather frivolous and unrestrained, yet he had the same sinister and ruthless aura as Fu Nancheng.

She knew that being too close to these privileged individuals who were born with a silver spoon was like seeking skin from a tiger.

"Stop." Yan Jiu took a deep drag of his cigarette, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with his shoe before looking up at Qiao Mo’s back.

Qiao Mo paused slightly but turned back, "Mr. Yan, is there anything else?"

Yan Jiu opened the car door, resting an arm on it, "Please."

"To where?"

"Third Brother has something going on today, he asked me to bring you home." Yan Jiu said lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, only realizing now that today was Saturday.

It seemed that even though there was a banquet delay at the school, Fu Nancheng still wouldn’t allow her to stay at school...

Qiao Mo remained silent and got into Yan Jiu’s car, sitting in the passenger seat.

Yan Jiu closed the car door and went around to sit in the driver’s seat.

The car door shut tightly, enclosing just her and Yan Yiheng, making Qiao Mo feel even more uneasy than being with Fu Nancheng.

"Why would Mr. Fu ask Mr. Yan to come over?" Qiao Mo turned to look at Yan Yiheng, asking.

After all, even if Fu Nancheng was really busy, he could easily send a driver, why would he ask Yan Yiheng to pick her up?

Facing those beautiful eyes like black onyx, Yan Yiheng slightly squinted, leaning closer to Qiao Mo, "Little Sister Qiao, really not considering having dinner with me?"

Qiao Mo was slightly startled and tried to lean back.

But with the seat behind her, where else could she retreat?

"Mr. Yan, I really have already eaten." Qiao Mo spoke, pretending to be calm.

Yan Jiu raised an eyebrow, supporting himself with one hand by Qiao Mo’s ear, his attractive thin lips close to her, a faint warm breath on her face, his posture extremely suggestive, "How about a couple of drinks then? I have good wine..."

Qiao Mo’s entire face was somewhat stiff, she actually just wanted to say if he could move further away.

"Mr. Yan, I don’t drink."

Yan Jiu smiled, his handsome face both bewitching and devilish, lacking some of Fu Nancheng’s sternness and depth, but having more arrogance and flamboyance.

"If you don’t know how, I can teach you."

His thin lips parted lightly, and his charismatic eyes were intoxicating, causing Qiao Mo to feel a bit dizzy as their distance continued to close.

Seeing herself getting closer to him, Qiao Mo grew increasingly uneasy.

Damn, what on earth was Yan Yiheng trying to do?

Wasn’t he on good terms with Fu Nancheng...

Her slender hand quietly slipped to the seat adjuster, and just as Yan Yiheng’s lips were mere fractions from her cheek, Qiao Mo pressed the adjuster forcefully, and the seat instantly fell back, pulling her away from him.