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een of scandals, what do you see in her"Ye Feimo glared at her angrily; Cheng Anya glared back as well. He exhaled with relief, "If you don't want to talk about it, I'll look into it myself."Cheng Any...584

The mask's smile flashed past. A man shorter than 185 cm really couldn't stand next to Wu Shuang unless she took off her high heels. Wu Shuang pursed her lips; the Mask originally wanted her to change into a pair of canvas shoes, but Long Chengtian insisted that she wear ten-centimeter high heels and had picked out just the right pair to match this dress.

Why

Because Student Long Chengtian was 190 cm tall while Mask Friend was only 182 cm. When Wu Shuang wore these heels, she would be taller than Mask but shorter than Long Chengtian. Height-wise, Long Chengtian towered over Mask; this could be called a little immature of Student Long Chengtian.

Moxing agreed with his leader's viewpoint. Xiaobai was the Prince of Fashion and under his influence, the Mo Family brothers' aesthetic sense wouldn't be too bad either. As for Wu Shuang, she had never cared about her appearance from a young age; if her father said that something looked good to him and Kaka, she didn't consider any other options and wasn't interested in fashion trends anyway; she just needed to feel comfortable.

But Moyaolong and Moxing felt that she was already taller than most women and wearing such high heels would reduce her femininity. Men generally liked petite, cute girls, and since Wu Shuang wasn’t petite to begin with but still tried to increase her height as much as possible, it was a bit of a loss in terms of men's aesthetic sense.

"Are they really too tall I think they're just right," said Wu Shuang without any pressure. Her family’s men were all very tall—both male and female—and when she wore them with Moxing, she wasn't taller than him.

The Mask said, "They’re too tall."

"That's because you're too short," Long Chengtian retorted. The Mask glanced at Long Chengtian; he was a mature man and didn’t bother with immature people.

Moyaolong found it very interesting that these two men were completely in harmony with Wu Shuang, no sense of incongruity whatsoever, and the combination wasn't bad. The Mask was stable and mature while Long Chengtian was cold and domineering; they were both kind to Wu Shuang.

Wu Shuang took off her shoes, and Moyaolong nodded. "Mm-hmm, this is good."

The boss says it's good, so it must be good. Wu Shuang sticks to her original opinion: if only Long Chengtian thinks something looks good while everyone else disagrees, they would definitely go with the majority and dismiss Long Chengtian’s view.

Moyao's outfits are all chosen by Moyuixiao, so Moyao has more authority on this matter.

Mochen checks Wu Shuang's clothes and smiles as he says, "You bought high-end brands. These clothes look great and suit you well; however... how come the set you're wearing now is so... distinctive"

Long Chengtian’s eyes brightened. This was praise! It's easy to say a piece of clothing looks good, but to call it distinctive is quite rare. Thus, Long Chengtian happily asks Mochen, "You also find it distinctive I chose this for her; I think it looks very pretty."

Moyao and Mochen exchange glances and suddenly feel enlightened.

"Yeah, it's pretty," Moyao confirms without hesitation.

Long Chengtian feels satisfied.

The outfit is indeed beautiful; however, the way Wu Shuang wears this style is rather shocking. Besides being alluring, it also exudes a wild and sexy vibe that brings out her hidden passionate emotions in an overwhelming manner.

If Mojie and Ye Wei were to see Wu Shuang dressed like this when they returned home, their first instinct would be to double-check the door number to make sure they didn't enter the wrong house.

After all, compared to her previous black-and-white style, this colorful outfit is too much of a contrast.

Buddy, give people some time to adjust, okay

You can't just take someone from Antarctica straight to a volcano; that would kill them.

Dragon Chengtian's gaze is really too... distinctive.

Wushuang pointed at the things on the sofa and told Mo Chen, "Help me carry them upstairs. I'm going to video chat with daddy."

She was like a little girl putting on new clothes for the Spring Festival, hopping up the stairs to show her beloved mommy and daddy her new outfit. Mo Chen had already gotten used to being enslaved by his queen; he was the one most easily enslaved in their household.

But...

"Ghostrider, Dragon Chengtian, help carry them upstairs," Mo Chen casually passed on the task. He had a feeling that Wushuang's spring would be here soon, looking at how happy she was. This happiness wasn't just forced.

Dragon Chengtian and Ghostrider have such promising futures.

"Is there anything to drink" Ghostrider asked.

"Anything to eat" Dragon Chengtian asked.

Moyao raised his eyebrows, and Mo Chen was surprised. "You guys didn't eat all day They've been out for more than ten hours."

"No!" The two men spoke in unison. First they spent six hours accompanying Wushuang to get her styling done, then eight hours shopping. It seemed like Wushuang had an inexhaustible supply of energy and didn't feel hungry at all, so they returned with empty stomachs.

Mo Chen held him in the highest esteem as he went to make them two simple servings of pasta. Moyao said, "You made her very happy."

"Who made her happy" Dragon Chengtian denied it.

The Masked Face merely smiled and continued eating his spaghetti, drinking the wine that Mo Chen had poured for them. This was their first time being in such a state—they had spent an entire day shopping with a woman and came back hungry.

No one would believe it if they told anyone else.

Due to Wansheng’s happiness, Mo Yao and Mo Chen were also happy. This time around, Mo Yao seemed unusually accommodating; although his expression remained indifferent on the surface, he was no longer distant or aloof.

The Masked Face officially became a member of the Black Hand Society, with Long Chengtian being the sole exception.

Mo Yao asked, "Long Chengtian, do you want to continue staying at our place"

"Of course!" Why wouldn’t he stay if they provided him food and drink The cooking was better than any hotel's, the beds were comfortable, and the environment was beautiful. There was no reason not to continue staying.

Mo Yao pondered; between Long Chengtian and Wansheng, there was still a matter of life and death. They were worried that Long Chengtian would play dirty with Wansheng, especially during this period when she had lost faith in Kaka, her mood seemingly unaffected but emotionally vulnerable. Mo Yao did not want Long Chengtian to have too much contact with Wansheng during this time; however, seeing Wansheng happy made him feel that it wasn’t so bad either, creating a contradiction within him.

Mo Chen said, "Fortunately, Xiaobai isn't at home. If he were here, things would be really lively."

Mo Yao raised his eyebrows; yes, perhaps he should tell Xiaobai casually that he wanted to see him tomorrow… Mo Yao stroked the Persian cat in his arms thoughtfully.

Wansheng went upstairs and turned on her computer to contact Ye Wei.

The screen flashed with a bright white light for a moment before gradually becoming clear. The signal seemed poor, as Ye Wei could be heard asking Mo Jue to boost the signal strength. When Wansheng greeted Ye Wei, she was turning back to speak to her husband about the signal issue; neither of them were looking at the screen. Wansheng shook her head and said, "Mommy, mommy, look this way!"

Ye Wei turned around in surprise, "Wow… Xiaobai said you had a brain shock Did it damage your brain"wed his eyes menacingly, and said in a domineering tone, "If you won’t even follow my orders, then leave through that front door of the first terrorist organization.""Chu Nancheng!" Fang Jiagqi lost h...