Chapter 1,308: The Speaker Has No Intention, but the Listener Has Intention

Su Zimo gestured with her hands, and it seemed that she was more anxious than He Yunting.

"It's getting dark, and you don't need to tell me that it's a candlelight dinner."

He Yunting suddenly looked down at Su Zimo, with a sly smile on his handsome face.

He whispered to Su Zimo's ear: "Momo, tell me, how bad does a man have to be for a woman to love him."

"Hey! Do you two think I don't exist?"

Murong Shaofeng didn't like He Yunting getting too close to Momo, and he looked very dazzling.

"Shaofeng, wait a moment."

Su Zimo patted his arm.

Murong Shaofeng looked at him and shook his head helplessly.

A certain woman is going to popularize the knowledge of the Thirty-Six Stratagems again.

"Then tell me, what level have you two reached, have you reached the level of holding hands and kissing each other?"

"Hmm!"

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Murong Shaofeng hummed, and his handsome face flushed involuntarily.

He Yunting was petrified. This woman was really unrestrained.

No, she had never been reserved.

"Hmm...!"

He Yunting quickly touched his nose.

"Did you two catch a cold?"

A woman asked unconsciously.

"Momo, be reserved, women should be reserved."

He Yunting spoke slowly, word by word.

Su Zimo realized what was going on.

"In your eyes, do I still have any reserve? Don't you two know what kind of character I am?"

Character...?

Murong Shaofeng's eyebrows moved, and the corners of his lips twitched involuntarily.

He had better pretend that he hadn't heard anything!

"That... Momo, if it had come to what you said, it would have been a natural thing, but what about it? We still have trouble holding hands now, so I especially want to know what you mean by that women don't love men unless they are bad?"

He Yunting smiled evilly, wondering if Mu Yunxuan made Mo'er fall in love with him because he was bad.

"I'm just talking, you're overthinking!" Su Zimo looked embarrassed and ashamed, and she knew that He Yunting was overthinking. She was digging a hole for herself! "Momo, tell me about it?" He Yunting asked with a playful look on his face! Su Zimo suddenly had an idea and smiled playfully, "Yunting, if you were a man, you wouldn't ask me this question, but if you really don't know, I can show you myself." Looking at Su Zimo's sly smile, He Yunting suddenly felt his scalp tingling. "Momo, no, no need." He Yunting felt that his tongue was tied. He looked at her smiling face and felt that he was not very safe at the moment. "Momo, Shao Feng, I'm leaving, you guys chat slowly!" Turning around, He Yunting felt relieved and left as if he was running for his life. "Did I say anything? Why is he like he's being chased by a ghost?" Su Zimo shook her head. The men in this world are so simple. They were scared by just a kiss on the lips. "Hehe!"

Murong Shaofeng couldn't help laughing.

"Momo, your sly smile looks weird to me, not to mention Yun Ting!"

"Tsk..."

Su Zimo was about to speak when she saw Liu Yue rushing over.

"Master, this is bad!"

"Liu Yue, what happened?"

"Master, there were three of us when we came here with Qiu's mother and daughter, but when Liu Yue turned around to ask her to leave, she was gone. I asked the doorman, but he didn't see her leave either."