Chapter 266: The Tiger's Head Sways as It Runs

The negotiation ended, and Sir Shao and Fang Yihua had no intention of staying for a meal; they left directly.

Chen Mo didn't care either; he ordered a few dishes and started eating.

The underlings following him had all been sent off to eat; as the boss, he certainly couldn't go hungry.

After the meal, Chen Mo paid the bill and left.

Just as he walked out of the hotel entrance, a voice calling him came from behind.

"Mr. Chen, please wait a moment!"

Chen Mo turned his head and looked, huh, how did this pretty girl end up here?

"Mr. Chen, long time no see."

Joyce hurried up to Chen Mo, panting from exhaustion, her slightly curved petite chest rising and falling, her bright eyes fixed on Chen Mo, her gaze filled with the joy of reunion and a hint of...... admiration.

"You're Joyce, right? Indeed, it's been a long time."

Chen Mo hadn't expected to run into Joyce here; he glanced up and down at the Bandianjiudian employee uniform she wore, finally settling on her lovely, pure face.

"Aren't you working at the JunDu Hotel? How did you end up at the Bandianjiudian?"

Joyce smiled embarrassedly: "After the jewelry exhibition last time, the hotel needed renovations; it's been over two months, and the hotel still hasn't reopened."

"We've been on vacation for over two months, so I came here to work part-time."

Chen Mo wondered, the robbery at the JunDu Hotel happened over two months ago; why hasn't it reopened yet?

Although the robbers' bombs blasted many places, and Chen Mo and his crew had fought on several floors, renovation shouldn't take this long, should it?

I suppose there must be other behind-the-scenes reasons, but Joyce's position is too low for her to know.

But now is not the time to investigate that.

Facing this pretty girl Joyce, it's impossible to say Chen Mo has no thoughts.

Although Chen Mo didn't want to ditch the police officer's girlfriend, looking at Joyce's somewhat infatuated gaze, she basically threw herself at him; not taking advantage would be impolite.

Chen Mo glanced at his watch; it was still before eight.

"You're still on duty, right? What do you want by stopping me?"

"Um... I..." Joyce became a bit hesitant.

Actually, she had nothing to ask!

Just that night, after Chen Mo saved her and saw him take down so many robbers, she thought Chen Mo was truly handsome, brave, and cool.

Seeing Sir Shao sitting together in the hotel today, she instantly felt he was even more charming.

When she saw Chen Mo about to leave, not knowing what she was thinking, she greeted the shift leader and chased after him.

"I... I don't have anything. I just wanted to thank you for saving me last time."

Joyce stammered for a while before finally coming up with a suitable excuse.

Chen Mo's lips curled: "Then how do you plan to thank me?"

"Ah? I... this..." Joyce got stuck again.

The made‑up excuse fell apart; how should she thank Chen Mo?

Chen Mo suddenly thought to tease her: "In novels and TV dramas, a life‑saving debt is to be repaid with one's body."

"No." Joyce immediately refused, "I.... I have a boyfriend."

Although her boyfriend isn't as handsome as Chen Mo, isn't as rich, and often gets busy with police work, pushing her to the back of his mind.

But they've had feelings for each other for several years, and Joyce really has no thought of changing boyfriends.

But when it comes to other ways of thanks, Joyce truly can't think of any right now.

Seeing Joyce's troubled expression, Chen Mo suggested: "How about you treat me to a movie? That could count as your thanks."

"Okay." Joyce let out a sigh of relief.

Chen Mo led Joyce to his car, then subtly gestured to the underlings following behind, signaling them to disperse.

At the cinema, Chen Mo picked a restricted‑rated zombie film; the poster looked pretty scary.

"Are we really going to watch this?" Joyce looked a little frightened.

Chen Mo soothed: "I've seen all the others; I haven't seen this one yet. It's fine—having me here, you don't need to be afraid."

"Alright."

Now the stock market has plunged; hardly anyone has the mood to go to the cinema to watch a movie.

In the screening room, a few scattered people sat here and there, leaving many seats empty.

Chen Mo directly pulled Joyce to sit in the center of the last row.

"We'll sit in the back, farther from the screen, so you won't be scared."

Chen Mo said that to Joyce, but his true thoughts cannot be spoken.

The movie had been playing for less than half an hour; under the influence of the horror atmosphere, Joyce had already curled her whole body into Chen Mo's embrace.

At this moment, Chen Mo's right arm was around Joyce's shoulders, while his left hand was slipping under the hem of her top.

Just as Chen Mo's left hand began to climb the little hill, it was suddenly pressed down through her clothing.

"Don't..." Joyce looked up at Chen Mo, cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes showing a hint of resistance: "I... I have a boyfriend."

Come on, watching a movie like this and picking these two seats—what else could it be for?

At this point, you only now say no?

If you really can't, pull my hand out—what does holding it mean?

Chen Mo gazed into Joyce's eyes, slowly lowered his head, and whispered softly in her ear: "It's fine; you just don't have to tell him."

Then he pressed a heavy kiss onto Joyce's lips; his right hand slid from her shoulders to her back, "click," the double buttons popped open.

His left hand could now move more freely.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Chen Mo's right hand slid down along his back.

"Mmm......"

Chen Mo's hand was pressed down again.

"There's someone here..."

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, immediately understood, and took Joyce out of the cinema.

A few minutes later, the Tiger Head Ben that Chen Mo had stopped outside the cinema began to sway rhythmically, and from time to time a few repressed groans could be heard.

After a long time, the Tiger Head Ben returned to stability.

Chen Mo tidied his clothes, crawled from the back seat to the driver's position. This was the first time he felt the advantage of the spacious interior.

Joyce still lay on the back seat, her clothes disheveled, a flush on her face, her gaze hazy as she stared at the roof.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to take you to a hotel to rest?"

"Mmm...." Joyce's voice still trembled slightly, tiny like a mosquito's hum.

The Tiger Head Ben started up and slowly drove away from the cinema.

At the cinema entrance, a gangster glanced at the second-hand Rolex on his wrist and exclaimed, "Damn!"

"What's wrong?" a few nearby gangsters gathered upon hearing the sound.

"Guess what I just saw?"

"What?"

"That Tiger Head Ben that just left is Mo Ge's car from Wang Jiao. I saw it shaking there when I noticed the car, and it kept shaking until it drove off just now—for a full hour."

"Damn, is it real or fake?"

"Of course it's real—I was watching my watch!"

"No wonder he can be the big brother—really awesome!"