Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 436 - 217. Does Lu Yao know Yu Qinglu?_2

"What ribs?" Xu Moyi dodged Nan Wan’s knowing gaze, his voice defensive, "Who cares about that jerk, even if he breaks two ribs, or becomes paralyzed, it has nothing to do with me."Yes, that’s right.

Xu Moyi, Mr. Huo has plenty of women who would gladly stick around to flirt and care for him, you don’t need to worry unnecessarily.

Nan Wan tossed the paper towel soaked from water stains into the trash, looking at her with a smirk, "Did I mention ’Huo Yihan,’ or are you just worried about him?"

Xu Moyi, "..."

She shot him a perfect Baroque-style eye roll without hesitation, "Nan Wan classmate, how did you become so annoying!"

Huo Yihan, Huo Yihan! Stop mentioning Huo Yihan, please!

As she picked up the tea tray, Nan Wan softly asked, "Is there something between you two?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Moyi’s movements paused momentarily, but soon returned to normal.

A carefree smile spread across her clean face, mischievous and bright between her brows, "Of course, he owes me loads of meals and hasn’t paid up yet, don’t think I’ll just let it go."

After speaking, she walked to the living room with the tea tray, "Come, come, try the tea I’ve brewed, there’s only one cup in the world, priceless."

Hierarchy matters, moreover, half her life is still in Third Brother’s hands, so the first cup naturally went to Nan Ze and Zhi Mei, presented earnestly with both hands.

Then it was Mu Jinqian and Mu Jin Huan, with sweet words as if soaked in honey, but when facing Lu Yao, she hesitated a bit.

She had been playing with two kids and Barton all afternoon, not paying much attention when Mu Jinqian introduced him, and now she couldn’t recall the name, making it a bit awkward.

But who was Xu Moyi? She would never let the atmosphere go cold.

She flashed a sweet smile, "What’s the name of the fairy?"

Lu Yao blinked, reached out to take the teacup, "Lu..."

She had just uttered one word when a crisp child’s voice interrupted, "Mom, when can we eat? I’m so hungry, my stomach is flat."

Mu Qingqing was whining while rubbing her belly.

"Didn’t you just eat?" Lu Yao said helplessly, maybe this child’s genes had mutated, otherwise how come there was nothing else in his mind but eating.

Aside from her beauty, nothing else resembled her.

She patted her daughter’s cheek, pointing towards the dining room, "Auntie’s inside, go ask her."

Mu Qingqing followed her nose and dashed toward the dining room.

"My surname is Su, and my name is Lu Yao," Lu Yao offered her hand, introducing herself gracefully, "but I prefer the name you just called me, ’fairy,’ it suits my aura better."

For men like Nan Ze who mingle in high society circles regularly, they knew her six years ago; it was no surprise young girls wouldn’t recognize her.

Xu Moyi was still dumbfounded from the shock, standing in place, incredulous, "Mom, Mom?"

A woman Qingqing called mom, that would be... Mu Jinqian’s wife?

Oh my, she seems to have discovered something incredible.

Who would have thought, mild and modest Doctor Mu liked this kind of glamorous yet with a hint of gentle purity.

A year and a half ago, when the Third Miss of the Nan Family went wild, wasn’t she just like this?

Men would fantasize without needing hugs or kisses, while women would wish to pour acid on her.

Tsk tsk, as expected of a Mu Family man, their tastes were similar.

Xu Moyi stood frozen, not turning back, Lu Yao felt her arm growing sore, gently leant forward, and lightly took Xu Moyi’s hand.

Then leaned back against the sofa, her gaze alluringly lazy, "I’m too young and pretty to have a daughter as old as you."

Xu Moyi, "..."

The worst is sudden silence in the air.

Mu Jinqian, next to Lu Yao, chuckled softly, "You can just call me by name, but if you think that’s not respectful enough, you can call me ’sister-in-law’ like Nan Wan does."

Xu Moyi, "..."

Xiao Ran, who had been waiting for tea for minutes, got up, picked up a piece of fruit and popped it into Xu Moyi’s open mouth.

"Dinner is ready, weren’t you complaining about being hungry earlier?"

Although he restrained himself from laughing, his lips twitched slightly, so Xu Moyi’s feelings of guilt for losing her temper at him inexplicably disappeared.

Oh dear, her face.

She chewed and swallowed the fruit, trying to salvage some dignity, "Hello, fairy, we must be from the same Heavenly Palace, unlike these mortals, if there’s time in the future, how about we catch up over some dewdrop drinks?"