YM778.TV Chapter 210: Playing Rough (2)
Chapter 210: Playing Rough (2)
Translator: Guy Gone Bad
“Oh! I remember it! I am on diet recently. I shouldn’t eat food at night.” said Qian Ye with embarrassment.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, showing a slice of suspicion in his eyes.
Zheng Xuan gave Qian Ye a hard stare, “Don’t go too far. Yiyi cooked it for you. And now you said you are on diet. What the hell do you want?”
Qian Ye then looked over to Zheng Xuan, “Mr. Zheng, what about you eat it?”
Zheng Xuan looked at Qian Ye with doubt, “Me?”
Qian Ye nodded, “Yeah. You can have it. You know, Childe Flute cooked it himself. If no one wants it, it’d be thrown away. What a waste!”
Mo Yi looked at Qian Ye faintly. There was no change of his expression when he heard Qian Ye’s words.
Zheng Xuan then peeped at Mo Yi’s face. Seeing that he didn’t stop this, he immediately took up the bowl and ate it.
Watching Zheng Xuan wolfing down, Qian Ye said pitifully, “Eat it slow. Don’t get choked. Are you really so hungry? You are eating too fast.”
Qian Ye blinked his eyes, giving Mo Yi a regretful smile, “If I hadn’t got scenes to shoot tomorrow, I really want have a taste of your soup.”
Mo Yi’s eyes suddenly shrunk, meanwhile, on Zheng Xuan’s face emerged horrible chicken poxes one after another.
Seeing those familiar chicken poxes on Zheng Xuan’s face, Su Rong looked at Mo Yi, surprised, “Yiyi, you put it in the soup!”
Mo Yi pursed his lips, didn’t answer him, which meant he admitted it.
Mo Yi frowned, feeling confused. He made this decision all of a sudden. Even Mo Fei had no idea of that. But it looked like Qian Ye had already foreseen it.
Seeing the condition of his own face, Zheng Xuan got startled, “Yiyi, Yiyi, you put it in the soup. Why didn’t you tell me earlier...”
Mo Yi cast a glance at Zheng Xuan indifferently, “Why should I tell you? How old are you? Hasn’t no one ever told you not to eat things from any stranger?”
Zheng Xuan looked at Qian Ye disgustedly, while Qian Ye gave him a “I-got-nothing-to-do-with-this’ face.
Noticing Zheng Xuan’s murderous look, Su Rong grabbed him and said, “Mr. Zheng, take it easy. Actually the thing Yiyi put in the soup is some kind of beautifying potion. It’s just a bit too strong. Now you look kind of scary. But trust me, you’ll be fine after a night’s sleep.”
Hearing Su Rong’s words, Zheng Xuan calmed down slowly.
He thought to himself: Given Yiyi’s personality, it’s not possible he would use a potion that would cause any disastrous consequences. Maybe he just wants to teach Qian Ye a lesson while he ate it by accident.
“You son of a bitch!” Zheng Xuan gave Qian Ye a hard stare.
Qian Ye then said to Zheng Xuan wearing that innocent look, “Mr. Zheng, how could you put the blame on me? Yiyi did it. How would I ever know?”
Zheng Xuan darkened his face, looking at Qian Ye, grinding his teeth.
“Childe Flute.” called Qian Ye with a loud voice.
Mo Yi then cast a glance at him, “What is it?”
“Can you do me a favor to call the crown princess? I got things to talk to him.” said Qian Ye while looking at Mo Yi expectantly.
Su Rong then rushed before Qian Ye, “Who do you think you are? People have to bow when under other’s roof, you understand? You order everyone here to do this and that for you. Don’t you think you really cross the line?”
Qian Ye pouted while looking at Su Rong, “Who are you?”
Su Rong nearly got choked by his words, “I am Su Rong, personal servant of the prince.”
Qian Ye then nodded thoughtfully, “So you are Su Rong! You look cute. Are you interested in carrying on my family line for me?”
Su Rong looked at Qian Ye and couldn’t believe his ears.
Liu Yu and Zheng Xuan now both nailed their eyes on Su Rong,
while Su Rong looked at Qian Ye fiercely, “You better be kidding.”
“Kidding? Why would I be kidding? I am such a great breed. You won’t suffer any loss to carry babies for me. Someone as outstanding as me, it’d be a shame not to leave more offspring.” said Qian Ye meaningfully.
“What do you want me for this time? I just got into the lab and received your text.” asked Mo Fei right after he came in.
Qian Ye said with a pitiful tone, “I also didn’t want to text you. You know, sending messages is really troublesome. But no one here is willing to run errands for me.”
Mo Fei held his forehead, “What is it? Just shoot.”
“Actually nothing big, but neither something small. It’s...you know, which room should I pick? You know, I am picky about the room I sleep in. If it is not good enough, I won’t sleep well. Then I can’t carry on my family line. And if I can’t carry on my family line, then I’d be the sinner of my family. What should I do then?” Qian Ye grabbed Mo Fei’s hand.
Mo Fei looked at Qian Ye, stoned, “So which room do you prefer?”
Qian Ye smiled, and then pointed upstairs, “That room. Facing south, and the sunlight is sufficient, which agrees with my lot.”
Lou Yu laughed out of anger, “So you chose my room?”
Qian Ye looked at Lou Yu suspiciously, “Is it your room?”
“Not that one. You have to change another one.” said Lou Yu disapprovingly.
Qian Ye then said indifferently, “My prince, if you don’t wanna change another room, we can share one bed.”
Lou Yu, “...it’s yours!”