Mr. Mo, Be Good And Marry Me - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: I Just Lack A Bit of You

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“I just lack a bit of you.”

Gu Li immediately said.

“Huh?”

Mo Shiting frowned.

“Oh, it’s just a male streamer. He’s called ‘I Just Lack A Bit of You’.”

Afraid that he wouldn’t believe her, she hurriedly took out her phone, opened an interface on Station C and passed it to him. “Here, it’s this person. His singing is a hundred times worse than mine, but he still attracted a lot of fans.”

With that, she pressed the play button, and a demonic voice instantly broke his eardrums.

“Love really takes courage to face gossip… We all need the courage to believe in being together. I can feel you in the crowd1—”

It was very horrible.

Moreover, the voice was extremely familiar to Mo Shiting…

Mo Shiting snatched her phone over. As expected, the male streamer in the video who was wearing a half face mask and singing pretentiously was really the fool, Song Yunque1.

How dare he!

He actually dared to secretly run to Station C to be a streamer again? He changed his aliases one after another. He’s incorrigible!

After returning the phone to Gu Li, Mo Shiting directly called Song Yunque.

Song Yunque was driving when he received the call from Mo Shiting, and he was a little surprised. “Fourth Brother, why are you free to look for me now?”

Mo Shiting: “Even a prairie fire cannot burn all the weeds, and it grows again when the spring breeze blows, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

Song Yun Que’s heart skipped a beat.

Oh my god. Did he find out that I continued singing on Station C?

But how could that be?

I have clearly tried to keep a low profile.

“Fourth Brother, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“You don’t understand?”

Mo Shiting’s tone became increasingly dangerous. “Since you like to sing so much, why don’t I let you sing to your heart’s content tonight?”

“Hello, Fourth Brother? Hello… The signal isn’t good. I can’t hear you. That’s it for now. Bye bye.”

After speaking, Song Yunque immediately hung up the phone before Mo Shiting could say anything.

Oh my god, I’m so dead. If Grandaunt finds out that I’m being a streamer at Station C, I’ll be dead meat.

I have to destroy all the evidence.

He stopped the car at the side of the road and started to delete the videos.

He deleted fifteen videos in a row and finally deleted all the videos on his channel.

Looking at the blank interface, Song Yunque finally heaved a sigh of relief.

On the other side…

Gu Li asked Mo Shiting out of curiousity, “Is that male streamer someone you know?”

Mo Shiting ignored her and continued reading his documents.

Seeing this, Gu Li didn’t continue to ask him about it.

However, when she refreshed the site, she realized that all his singing videos had disappeared.

Did Mo Shiting do this?

Oh no, my source of happiness is gone…

…

Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the fashion shop’s building which was luxuriously decorated.

Only then did Gu Li know that Mo Shiting had brought her here to buy clothes.

He was doing this for her to attend his biological grandmother’s 70th birthday banquet.

As soon as the two entered the store, the store manager welcomed them warmly.

“Young Master Mo, you’re here.”

After greeting Mo Shiting, she smiled at Gu Li. “You must be Young Madam, right? Hello, I’m the manager of this store, Sha Li. I’ll take you to try on some clothes now.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Gu Li nodded slightly and followed behind her.

Meanwhile, Mo Shiting walked to the sofa and sat down, lowering his head to settle his emails on his phone.

After about ten minutes, the door of the fitting room opened.

Mo Shiting looked over and saw the girl walking over in a long dress.

The gentle cherry blossom pink color of the dress complemented her natural youthful aura, making her look even sweeter.

The dress had a one-shoulder design, thus revealing one side of her collarbone and shoulders. It was playful yet also sexy. The dress wrapped tightly around her slender waist, and her figure was so good that one couldn’t take their eyes off her.

“How is it? Does it look good?”

Gu Li walked in front of him and twirled elegantly with her skirt.

Just as she was waiting for him to praise her, she heard him say coldly, “It’s ugly.”