Chapter 2365: Still Cold?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

When the ceremony ended, Qiao Mianmian received Mo Yesi’s WeChat message: [I’m here, where are you?]

Qiao Mianmian and Zhan Bo had just left the hotel when she saw a familiar black Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance.

It was Mo Yesi’s car.

Qiao Mianmian immediately replied: [I’m at the door. I see your car.]

She was still wearing Zhan Bo’s suit.

She took it off and returned it to him. After telling him to contact her another day, she picked up her skirt and went towards the Rolls-Royce.

There was no heater outside, so Zhan Bo shivered in his thin shirt.

Hence, when Qiao Mianmian returned the jacket to him, he immediately put it on.

But he felt even colder now.

And the cold this time was different from the weather.

This time, it was as if cold air had seeped into his bones. It was so cold that he was starting to doubt life.

Zhan Bo felt the cold air blowing towards him and looked up. He was stunned.

Then, he felt even colder.

Because he saw Mo Yesi.

The terrifying man got off a black Rolls-Royce and looked at him coldly.

He felt a sense of fear.

Zhan Bo suddenly recalled that Qiao Mianmian was still wearing his suit jacket when they left.

Could Mo Yesi have seen it?

Zhan Bo thought so.

That was the reason for the Death Stare.

He groaned. He felt like he was going to die soon.

To be honest, it was as easy as killing an ant for Mo Yesi.

No, he had to tell Qiao Mianmian about it later.

There was nothing between them.

He’d be wronged if Mo Yesi killed him just like that.

…

When Qiao Mianmian walked down the steps, Mo Yesi had already gotten out of the car and quickly walked towards her.

The man took off his black coat and wrapped it around her. Then, he pulled her into his arms.

Qiao Mianmian was still shivering from the cold when she was pressed against a warm chest.

She sniffed as Mo Yesi’s warm and familiar scent enveloped her.

All the cold was instantly dispelled.

Surrounded by Mo Yesi’s unique scent, her cold hand was held by his warm palm. It didn’t take long for her hand to warm up.

“Are you still cold?” Mo Yesi asked as he rubbed her hands for warmth.

Touching Qiao Mianmian’s cold hands, he couldn’t help but frown.. “Was the air conditioner malfunctioning? Your hand is so cold. What’s with your manager? Didn’t she bring anything to keep you warm?”

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