CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: BEHAVE YOURSELF

Everyone was in disbelief, some even started rubbing their eyes, thinking, surely they must have seen it wrong.

How could that be possible!

Young Master Mo, such a cold and aloof person! Such a sharp-tongued person! Not long ago, he made Gu Shuang cry with his words! How could he possibly be okay with this!

They must have drunk too much and started hallucinating. Yes, that must be it!

Then, Tong Yan began tugging at Bo Yimo’s clothes, saying boldly, "Take... take it off!"

Uh, is this girl planning to put on an R-rated show in front of everyone?

Everyone secretly felt lucky they came today, otherwise, how could they witness such an exciting scene.

Li Xin wanted to step forward to stop Tong Yan, ready to speak reluctantly, but was frozen by a cold glance from Bo Yimo and dared not move forward, only able to stand anxiously by.

Sis, what’s wrong with you? Can’t we stop this nonsense, please!

Li Xin’s prayers obviously went unheard by Tong Yan. She found the clothes unbudgeable and directly reached inside Bo Yimo’s clothes with a lecherous grin, "Feels good!"

Everyone’s jaws almost dropped. Girl, if you keep this up, it’s really going to be R-rated. We won’t dare to watch anymore!

Seeing the situation getting more out of hand, Bo Yimo slowly stood up, wrapped his arm around Tong Yan’s shoulder, glanced around lightly, and slightly nodded, "You guys continue eating. I need to step out for a bit to handle something."

Clearly, "something" = Tong Yan, just not sure how to handle it. Everyone was itching to follow and see, but even if given ten times the courage, they wouldn’t dare. It’s not like they wanted to die!

Thus, under everyone’s watchful gaze, Bo Yimo slowly led Tong Yan out of sight.

The restaurant fell into a dead silence, maintaining that way for a long time. It’s said everyone maintained the same posture for a long time.

Tong Yan was extremely restless along the way, wanting to touch Bo Yimo, but her hands were immobilized. She could only glare at Bo Yimo with dissatisfaction, justifiably saying, "You’re bad, bullying me!" Maybe this was the thief crying out thief.

Bo Yimo patted her head as if treating a pet, "Be good."

"I won’t! I won’t be good! Being good doesn’t lead to a good end, I refuse to be good!" Tong Yan retorted fiercely, as if recalling something.

"What end?" Bo Yimo’s deep eyes flickered with a glint, his cold tone carried a slow coaxing.

"Well, just..." Tong Yan shook her head, grinning proudly, "No, not telling you!"

At this moment, Tong Yan was like a sly cat, a proud smile on her rosy cheeks, crescent moon-like eyes, and lips like cherry blossoms emitting an intoxicating luster. Bo Yimo’s gaze deepened, landing on her face, finally fixed on her lips, getting more intense, and he said softly, "Okay, don’t tell me."

Drunk Tong Yan was unreasonable and very troublesome. Hearing that, she was dissatisfied, "No way, no way, you beg me, and I’ll tell you!"

Bo Yimo pulled her into the car, buckled her seatbelt, the dim light cast on his side profile, lightly and elegantly, his demeanor exuded the grace and nobility of an aristocratic son, apt to be above others, yet at this moment, he bent down to buckle her seatbelt. If other women saw this, they’d go crazy, but this drunkard was unimpressed, occasionally even hitting him.

Once the seatbelt was fastened, Bo Yimo patted her head again without saying anything.

If the sober Tong Yan were here, she’d definitely jump up, why are you treating me like a pet! But, drunk Tong Yan rubbed her fluffy head against his palm, being extremely obedient.

Bo Yimo lightly curled his lips into a smile, moonlight reflecting bright and adding an ethereal quality, like he was beyond this world.

The black Magotan drove steadily under the moonlight, with smooth lines complementing its not-small body size, mutually enhancing each other. Bo Yimo drove steadily, with the chattering sound of Tong Yan in his ear, quite a different view from her sober self.

After a while, there was silence, and Bo Yimo glanced over, finding she was asleep, head resting against the car frame, deeply asleep, defenseless.