Chapter 982 982. Opening Your Mouth to Ruin Your Image

"Si Nian, pay attention to your image."

Even if he didn't know what Yan Sinian wanted to say, he could guess that it was definitely not a good thing.

Yan Sinian looked at Mo Ning and smiled meaningfully.

Mo Ning felt tired, spread his hands and compromised, "Okay."

She had a hunch that today's plan to flirt with girls would definitely fail.

A group of four people entered the box one after another. Mo Ning ordered several bottles of valuable red wine and another bottle of Perrier-Jouët suitable for girls.

She didn't even look at Yan Sinian during the whole process, and only explained in a low voice to Huo Ran, "I'm sorry. I'm also sorry that we missed the opportunity to be alone together. I'll make it up to you next time, okay?"

The warm breath hit the ear, making Huo Ran blush and half of his body soften.

"good."

Mo Ning smiled and was about to tease the girl further.

Sudden……

The figure belonging to a man sat next to her, and a long arm stretched out to wrap his arms around her shoulders.

Mo Ning's expression changed, and when he was about to break free, he heard a playful voice.

"We are all men, what do you have to be ashamed of? Or do you have any special reason?"

Mo Ning looked at Yan Sinian's gentle but mocking face, gritted his teeth, and smiled slightly, "If Senior Yan were a girl, I wouldn't mind getting closer to you, but unfortunately, you are not."

After saying that, she fiercely shook off his hand.

The handsome man suddenly sat over, blocking the positions of Mo Ning and Huo Ran, one on the left and the other on the right.

"Hello, my name is Fengjie. I have heard of your name for a long time. Seeing it is better than hearing it a hundred times."

He can speak Chinese fluently, but not as well-spoken as Yan Sinian.

"Sister Feng?" Mo Ning was startled, "Your name is quite unique."

"..."

Ying Ying Ying.

Fengjie glanced at her sadly, and then glared at Yan Sinian, as if accusing him.

However, Yan Sinian didn't even look at him. He looked at Mo Ning's surprised face with interest and said happily, "Is this called telepathy?"

Mo Ning was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and kept silent.

Yan Sinian stopped talking and stared at her with a smile on his face, his expression unpredictable.

Fengjie was immersed in the misery that his name was always being called by the wrong name and said nothing.

For a moment, the atmosphere was awkward and subtle, making Huo Ran, who had the worst concentration, feel uncomfortable and glanced at Yan Sinian subconsciously.

The next second, their eyes met.

Huo Ran saw the unabashed contempt and coldness in his eyes again, as if she was just a piece of garbage in his eyes.

"Mo Ning." She coughed and said stiffly, "How about we play some games?"

Before Mo Ning opened his mouth, Yan Sinian took the initiative and said, "That's right, let's play..."

He took the glass of red wine from Feng Jie and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking. His unfathomable look made Mo Ning tighten his heartstrings unconsciously.

I was afraid that this moody dark godfather would suggest playing a scary game like ‘Death Revolver, Russian Roulette’.

He opened and closed his thin lips, and finally uttered three words clearly, "Pump the turtle."

"..."

Mo Ning had black lines on his head, and the corners of Fengjie's lips twitched, "Please, shut up, okay?"

What about image?

He is a big boss who can control the situation in Eastern Europe, but he actually wants to play the kind of turtle that even a three-year-old child disdains to play?

"Let's play this." Yan Sinian made the final decision, "Whoever draws the turtle will have to answer a question."