1245: Kisses, Hugs...And Hoisting Her up High?

Kisses, Hugs...And Hoisting Her up High?

The words that were almost going to slip out of her mouth went back down again. 2

A hint of hesitation flashed in Mo Yongheng's eyes.

As his eyes met her cold gaze, he had yet to get the chance to speak before Tan Bengbeng had shaken off his hand and cautiously retreated a step.

Raising her head to look into his eyes, she asked, "What were you about to say just now?"

"…"

He had much to say, but it was not the right time yet.

The elderly head of the Mo Family was seriously ill and Nian Xiaomu had just returned to the Mo Family. With Mo Kun at one side posing as a threat to her, and the responsibility placed upon him…

He had no choice but to hold it in!

But, he really could not bring himself to allow Tan Bengbeng to stay by Qi Yan's side.

"Bengbeng, listen to me. I won't harm you. Leave this place with me now. When I take you to Nian Xiaomu, I'll explain it to you slowly…"

Before Mo Yongheng had finished speaking, the sound of footsteps approaching came from behind.

What followed was Qi Yan's cold and detached voice.

"I knew you would try to hit on Bengbeng when I wasn't around. What are you doing? Let go of her!"

Qi Yan placed the glass of water down before pulling Tan Bengbeng away from Mo Yongheng's hands, dragging her behind himself to protect her.

With his word of command, the bodyguards stationed outside all flocked in and surrounded Mo Yongheng.

He looked seriously agitated about this!

"Qi Yan, Young Master Yongheng is just concerned about me. He means no harm. What are you doing?" Tan Bengbeng asked as she hurriedly grabbed onto Qi Yan's arm as she saw that things were about to blow out of proportion.

"He wants to snatch you away from me. That's the greatest harm he means!" Qi Yan was obviously doubtful of Mo Yongheng's intentions.

Even if he really meant no harm, anyone who dared to snatch his woman would have to suffer a beating even if their lives were spared. He had to show him who was boss!

"He's the one who's taking care of the elderly head, you're not to harm him!" Seeing how she was unable to stop Qi Yan, Tan Bengbeng simply stepped out from behind him and stood before Mo Yongheng to shield him.

When she was hidden behind Qi Yan earlier, he had only wanted to beat Mo Yongheng up. But, now that she had stepped out to shield him, Qi Yan wanted to beat him to death!

With just a little amount of effort, Mo Yongheng had actually made Bengbeng start to worry for him. She had forgotten her own safety to protect him.

No way!

He had yet to figure out how to explain to Bengbeng that she was pregnant. If another obstacle like Mo Yongheng cropped up, wouldn't he be attacked from all sides?

It was simply too dangerous!

He did not want to take the risk if it was anything that concerned her.

The safest way was to throw Mo Yongheng into the sea to feed the fish.

After getting rid of this menace in the form of Mo Yongheng, no one would snatch Bengbeng away from him. He could then slowly coax her.

At the most, he could kneel down on a keyboard, washing board, or even a durian… her heart would soften and seeing his pitiful state, she would definitely forgive him.

Qi Yan was about to raise his hand to give his order when he realized that Tan Bengbeng was grabbing onto his arm with all her might, and he could not raise it at all.

He was about to say something when she leaned in closer to him.

Before he could open his mouth, she suddenly stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

She, she, she… actually kissed him of her own accord?

Qi Yan's slender fingers reached out to touch his thin lips as he stared straight at Tan Bengbeng before him. Her ears were turning beetroot despite a cold expression fixed on her face as usual.

She seemed to be unable to get used to doing something like that. Although she was trying her best to keep her composure, it seemed that her breathing had become rather rapid.

Seeing Qi Yan's gaze fixed intently on her, her face started to flush too.

"Qi Yan, can you stop the fuss now?"

"…"

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