The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1335 - 1258: Do More, Talk Less

Chapter 1335: Chapter 1258: Do More, Talk Less

"You’ve been really busy lately, haven’t you? I’m just going to a party, why do you need to fuss over it?" Ye Ranran doused Jun Mochan’s enthusiasm with a splash of cold water.

Actually, she just didn’t want him to get too tired. Otherwise, he would return home and have meetings until midnight. If he kept this up, even a strong body would break down.

But then, he had grown used to being overbearing after being gentle and considerate for so long, and that’s why Ye Ranran chose to express herself in this way.

This is how it is with couples who have been married for a long time: they will inevitably bicker. It would be so boring to go a lifetime without a single argument.

And indeed, it’s often through these occasional arguments that their affection for each other grows.

Seeing Ye Ranran’s reluctance, Jun Mochan didn’t insist anymore: "Alright then, but you have to wear that strand of black gold moonstone I gave you."

Such a small request, Ye Ranran naturally wouldn’t refuse: "Mmm, I’ll even have Number Four be my driver, so don’t worry."

She lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, looking at the moon outside the window, feeling that life was particularly beautiful.

"The video has been recorded, have you uploaded it yet?"

"Mmm, I sent it to the person in charge of that yellow little website you mentioned, it’s just that there are no women, so the price was pushed down quite a bit."

"You should’ve haggled with him a bit. After all, you’re a celebrity, aren’t you? And you’ve got that pretty boy face too." That face would surely be popular with the girls if it appeared in a teen drama.

Of course, plenty of girls like Bai Lun now, thinking he’s handsome and talented, and calling him the youngest mayor.

It makes me want to vomit, at best he’s just a deputy mayor, and who knows what he’s sold out to get there. With Chu Ji’s face right there, are all these girls blind? Can’t they see it?

In the end, Ye Ranran concluded that Chu Ji was too low-key, while others were just too good at hyping themselves up.

"Forget it, we’re not so short on cash that it matters," Jun Mochan was indifferent as well.

Alright, Ye Ranran wasn’t petty, as long as her goal was achieved, she didn’t care about the rest.

The party was in the evening, but Fan Rou came to find her early, under the noble cause of helping her dress up.

When she arrived, Ye Ranran was undergoing treatment, so she could only wait downstairs.

Hearing the occasional strange noises from upstairs, Fan Rou was quite frightened. She leaned close to Number Four and asked with a trembling voice: "Is this really okay?"

Number Four didn’t even look at her, standing upright: "Don’t be curious, don’t ask too much, do more and talk less."

He simply parroted the admonition of the hall.

For people like them, as long as they did what they were tasked to do from above, that was enough. Asking too much, knowing too much, all that would lead to an early death.

Fan Rou sat down and didn’t speak anymore.

It wasn’t until three hours later that Ye Ranran came down from upstairs, and by then it was already noon.

Ye Ranran’s face was pale, and she looked quite weak.

"Ranran." Fan Rou approached her and supported her.

Ye Ranran had rested for an hour upstairs. Although she still felt a little weak, she didn’t want to keep lying down.

"Let’s go, let’s go back and change clothes."

Sitting in the car, Fan Rou looked at Ye Ranran, on the verge of speaking.

"If you want to say something, just say it." Ye Ranran didn’t stop her.

"Your appearance just now looked like you were ravaged, what exactly were you doing up there?" Fan Rou was truly curious.

Of course, she had no intention of belittling Ye Ranran.

Ye Ranran chuckled: "What was I doing? If you had been punctured by needles all morning and then tormented by injections, wouldn’t you look like you’d been ravaged too?"