Be a Good Boy and Marry Me

Chapter 72: Gu Li Has a Group of Suitors_i

Translator: 549690339

Unruly and outrageous, needing discipline.

Upon reflecting, he decisively picked up his phone to call Gu Li.

After waiting for a while, the call was answered, a slightly tipsy female voice came through the speaker, “Hello, who’s calling me?”

Mo Shiting was speechless, “You didn’t save my number?”

Upon hearing it was him, Gu Li immediately perked up, her tone full of joy, “Brother Ting, it’s you. I answered without looking at my screen just now. Are you back?”

Seeing her so happy, Mo Shiting’s stern face gradually relaxed, and as he was about to respond with a slight smile, an exasperating female voice interrupted from the other end: “Little Pear, you’re such a buzzkill. We agreed to be players together, and I can overlook you secretly getting married, but now you’re ignoring me because of that one fish? How could you do that? Are you being fair to me, and to the group of suitors swooning over you? Just the other day, Count Allen was asking…”

“Beep beep beep…”

The call was cut off.

Was it hung up by the other person, or did Gu Li hang up herself?

Regardless of the situation, Mo Shiting’s mood turns sour.

What does it mean by ‘a group of suitors’?

And who is this Count Allen guy?

“Lu Yang!”

“Yes, young master.”

He was startled and quickly responded.

“What does ‘player’ mean?”

Mo Shiting asked with a stern expression.

“Huh?”

Lu Yang was taken aback, but quickly regained composure, giving an honest explanation, “On the internet, it refers to a person similar to a flirt who has countless tentacles, just like creatures in the ocean, whether it be a ridiculously fickle man or woman.”

Mo Shiting’s gaze suddenly darkened.

So she’s a player, and he’s just a fish in her sea?

Heh!

In the bar, Gu Li was holding her dead phone, sobbing, “Dead, I’m doomed. Why did my phone have to die now? Brother Ting must have misunderstood me.”

Murong Qian who was drinking, shook her head at Gu Li’s pathetic look, “So what if he misunderstood? What are you afraid of?”

Gu Li glared at her resentfully, “We were just starting to get along better and you deliberately made those comments. He’s definitely going to be mad. You’re my sister, how could you hurt me like this, kwu…”

Murong Qian just rolled her eyes, “Has your brain been pickled by alcohol? I said those things for your own good. As someone who has been through the wringer, let me tell you – a man won’t cherish you if you keep running after him! You must keep him constantly on his toes. Don’t you understand, my naive sister?”

“But I’m not a player, am I? I’m pure and innocent, aren’t I?”

Gu Li pouted, feeling more wronged.

Right now, she didn’t know if it was because of her drunk state, but she felt like crying.

“Sigh.”

Murong Qian helplessly sighed.

Seeing she was in a bad mood, she started downing drinks one after another, wishing she could just drown her sorrows in the alcohol.

Seeing this, Gu Li decided to just let go, “Fine, I’ll drink with you! It’s not over until we’re blacked out, cheers!”

“Cheers!”

Mo Shiting hurriedly arrived at the bar.

Pushing the door to the private room, he saw two women lying on the sofa, sound asleep.

Pretty audacious!

A vein throbbed at his temple, he strode over quickly and hoisted Gu Li into his arms.

Gu Li, oblivious to her surroundings, snuggled quietly in his arms, looking as docile as a kitten.

As for Murong Qian…

Mo Shiting pursed his lips and dialed Lu Cong’s number immediately, “Where are you?”