excited. She never expected to meet her idol, her goal, at the Dongxin Club.She really is beautiful.Her figure is curvaceous and alluring, exuding a powerful presence that makes her look even more st...Chapter 616

White Willow was overjoyed and enthusiastically asked the leader to strike a pose. He thought the side profile of the leader looked very good, with an air reminiscent of a Parisian street artist. Mo Yue reluctantly posed as requested by White Willow, while Mo Chen and Thunderbolt, Lightning, etc., were amazed at how their leader actively chatted up a man.

To chat someone up… These two fiery words made the flesh on Mo Chen's body go numb; he couldn't believe what was happening. Chatting up someone was one thing, but actually posing for this guy as if modeling This world had gone mad.

It’s definitely gone mad.

Moschen sincerely believed that such a world was utterly astonishing and felt unable to handle the shock. He nudged Cloud beside him and asked her to punch him, needing something concrete to wake himself up. Cloud didn't hesitate and punched Moshen, who groaned in pain from the blow. He glared at her viciously, thinking she deserved a heavy punch for being so insolent.

Cloud looked quite innocent, asking if it wasn’t what he had asked for

Lightning said, "Has our leader taken the wrong medication"

"I feel that way too," someone else replied.

Everyone deeply felt as though their leader had indeed taken something wrong. A normal leader would never act like this; it was simply too shocking. Mo Chen thought it necessary to record this moment and share it with everyone, especially one certain person.

Cloud said, "Second Young Master, I think this scene is so beautiful, could it be that our leader's spring has arrived"

A chord was slowly struck in Mo Chen’s heart. The leader’s spring Does he still have a spring

All these years of being devoted to one person and loving someone deeply, had he missed out on experiencing fresh emotions He wasn’t sure but found this scene very beautiful. White Willow didn't seem unpleasant; the youth was exceptionally pure and uncommon in such character. There were traces of Su Man in him which made Mo Chen not dislike him. However, Mo Chen genuinely felt that the leader and Xiao Bai would be a perfect match as it was deeply rooted in his mind.

But if their leader liked someone else, he wouldn't object either.

The leader's happiness was paramount.

Rumble said, "Are we not going to pursue this matchmaking"

Moshen gave him a blank stare; an idiot, couldn’t you see they were already doing it

Everyone laughed as indeed the two were in the middle of a date.

Mò Chén instructed the remaining men to leave, as they stayed behind out of curiosity. Mò Chén said, "I have a task for you—keep them here at all costs."

"Understood!"

...

Sustaining one posture for long didn't tire him; if necessary, Mò Yáo could lie motionless in the grass for a day and night. Therefore, this was simple for him and not difficult.

Bái Liǔ's gaze was pure and passionate, appreciating his body lines while painting and praising him, her eyes sparkling like starlight, quite beautiful. Mò Yáo inadvertently daydreamed once more but was snapped back by Bái Liǔ.

Mò Chén clapped his hands; a good lad, daring to call out the boss! It was decided!

He made up his mind that he liked this boy.

Bái Liǔ finished the last stroke and smiled, beckoning for Mò Yáo to come over. Her smile remained as delicate as clouds and wind, gentle and beautiful. Upon seeing it, Mò Yáo noted she had painted a watercolor portrait of him, with lines that were elegant and flowing, emphasizing his profile beautifully. Especially her portrayal of his expression—icy yet domineering, with a hint of sorrow...

Wait, sorrow

Had he ever looked sorrowful

Bái Liǔ, noticing Mò Yáo's judgmental gaze, was startled. Thinking that perhaps Mò Yáo didn't like his work, he asked, "Is there a problem I think it looks good although I couldn’t capture all your beauty."

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and said, "I’m best at landscape paintings; portraits are still not my strong suit. Please bear with it or just throw it away if you don't like it."

"Very good!" Mò Yáo commented, to which Bái Liǔ smiled bashfully, presenting the painting to him sincerely. Mò Yáo could tell that this indifferent person was showing genuine appreciation for his work.

This boy is quite interesting, Mò Yáo thought.

"If you like it, then great!" Bái Liǔ said as he lowered his head and drank his coffee, which had grown cold and bitter. He wasn't bothered by the taste but sipped while eating a small piece of cake. Mò Yáo rolled up the painting and suddenly realized something: "I’m called Mò Yáo."

Bái Liǔ looked up, blinked, then said 'oh' without much emotion or surprise.

Mò Yáo didn't expect to see much on his face since he seemed detached from everything except painting. Bái Liǔ finished the cake and noticed Mò Yáo hadn’t left, which puzzled him.

"Is there anything else" asked Bái Liǔ.

Moyao suddenly wanted to laugh. An invitation that ended with handing over the finished painting without a word, then after some time seeing you still hadn't left and asking confusedly if there was anything else This had another layer of meaning: why haven't you left yet

This was a very mild way of politely dismissing someone. Moyao, who had been used to his grand ways for many years, found this quite miraculous and novel.

"Was the cake good" asked Moyao.

Baoli nodded, "It was delicious!"

He didn't like eating cakes; it was more that Xiao Bai really enjoyed them. These sweet things were not something he usually indulged in, so he wasn't particularly interested in them. However, seeing Baoli eat with such relish made him think they did indeed taste good.

Baoli continued to look at Moyao with a puzzled expression, wondering why he had stayed and what he wanted from him. The gentle and clean look in his eyes contrasted sharply with the fact that Moyao himself didn't know why he was still there. After sitting for some time, Baoli asked, "Do you live in Rome"

"Yes!"

"I really like Rome."

"So do I."

Baoli smiled slightly as Moyao asked, "How long have you been in Rome"

"Just one day."

"Have you found a place to stay yet"

"I haven't contacted any hotels. I don't have enough money on me and my card is gone," sighed Baoli. Moyao, seeing his demeanor, was certain that he didn't come from a poor family; it was evident in the way he carried himself that he had always lived a life of luxury without worries. Otherwise, such an air wouldn't be maintained.

"How did you lose your card"

"I encountered pickpockets right after getting out of the airport," said Baoli as if it was just another routine occurrence, not causing him great perplexity or confusion. He didn't dwell on this problem either, but upon hearing these words, Mo Chen sensed an opportunity...

Mochen Second Young Master excitedly ran over and patted Bai Li's head, "Hey, little guy, come stay at my place, there are plenty of empty rooms."

Baoli swatted away Mochen's hand; he didn't like others touching his head. It was a quirk. Mochen grumbled but decided to forgive this major breach of etiquette for the sake of seeing his boss’s once-in-a-century smile.

Moyao frowned and cast Mo Chen a glance, who said, "Look how pitiful he is, Boss, take him in. It's more lively with another person around, right"

Urban novel "I'm twenty-three, you can't be much older than me." Bai Liu said indifferently. Mo Chen looked surprisingly young for his age; though he was only a few years older than Bai Liu, he rubbed his forehead and lamented heavily, "Oh, so you're really twenty-three I'd believe it if you were thirteen."

Bai Liu narrowed his eyes and glanced at them. "Do you know each other"

"My brother!" Mo Chen pointed to Mo Yao. Bai Liu said, "You don't look alike."

Mo Chen laughed heartily; indeed they didn’t resemble one another. The elder brother’s personality was a mix of his parents', but he wasn’t like that at all; he felt his own nature was quite good.

Bai Liu looked at Mo Yao and asked, "Do you welcome him"

Mo Yao met Bai Liu's eyes. His gaze was so pure, with no hint of impurity, making it hard to fathom why such a clean person existed in this world.

Could he reject him Such gentle eyes would make anyone feel at ease and welcome the other person.

No one could refuse him.

He didn’t mind Bai Liu coming to his family’s home.

So, under Mo Chen's enthusiastic welcome, Bai Liu entered the Mo Family villa. He stayed in a guest room across from Mo Yao; this room was originally prepared for Ye Ningyuan and wasn't often occupied. Mo Chen warmly helped him settle into his new room. Bai Liu didn’t have a strong sense of curiosity, so he didn’t find anything unusual about the grand villa. These two brothers seemed like they belonged in such luxurious castles.

He hadn’t looked around much and wasn’t particularly impressed until he saw the Mo Family’s exquisite rose garden at the back of the castle.

"So many roses," Bai Liu praised, looking out the window to see various types of roses blooming beautifully against each other. The walls were covered with green vines adorned with vibrant flowers; it was really very beautiful.

The air was filled with the scent of roses.

This castle's design allowed every room to have a view of the rose garden.

"Kid, you seem to like roses."

Bai Liu nodded enthusiastically and almost immediately took out his sketchpad and began mixing colors; this time he wanted to paint in color. Mo Chen stopped him: "Hey, kid, there’s no rush. You’ll be staying here for a long time."

Bai Liu said, "I'll leave after one day. feel the same resentment or blame. What had changedWas it due to his efforts over this period of time Or was it Mu Mu and Sen Sen's affection for their family Or is my own mindset changingGu Baby fel...