Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 123: Three Lives and Three Worlds Peach Blossoms 3

The playboy's face suddenly turned red, and his eyes were evasive. Mo Yuan understood his inner hesitation and fear from the change in his expression.

But he didn't want to waste his precious time on such a meaningless dispute, so he took Chu Hua's hand and was about to leave.

However, when the playboy saw Mo Yuan was about to leave, he suddenly plucked up his courage. He didn't know where the courage came from, but he dared to step forward and block their way, with an expression that showed that he was not going to give in.

"Hey! Did I let you go?" His words were full of provocation, with a scornful smile on his lips, as if he regarded Chu Hua as a geisha in a brothel.

Mo Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't like being entangled, but that didn't mean he would be afraid.

He stared at the man's face and said in a cold tone: "We have no intention of arguing. Please be more respectful."

Seeing the two men's attitude soften, the playboy became more and more complacent and continued to speak wildly: "If you go away and leave this girl to travel with me, then I won't care anymore."

He didn't notice that when he said this, the cold light in Mo Yuan's eyes had become real.

Chu Hua angrily shook off Mo Yuan's hand and took a step forward. She really couldn't bear it anymore!

"Who the hell are you! How dare you tarnish my reputation with your filthy suggestions!" Chu Huan's voice was like an icy blade, full of murderous intent.

The playboy never expected that the seemingly weak Chu Hua could be so imposing. He was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face was like a colorful monkey's butt. The original arrogance and contempt disappeared like smoke in an instant.

The playboy's face changed. He had never expected that there would be such a fierce woman in this water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

The crowd began to whisper, and he could no longer hold back his expression. He changed his face to an arrogant one and responded to Chu Hua provocatively: "Alas, young lady, why are you so angry? I just want to invite you to enjoy the moonlight and share this beautiful scenery of Jiangnan."

Although he said this, his hands were not moving. He slowly approached Chu Hua. As the onlookers' eyes became more and more concerned, he gradually became bolder.

Mo Yuan's eyes were as sharp as knives as he watched him approach step by step, the anger in his heart burning continuously.

He knew that this man was just trying to show off his power in public, which was extremely shameless.

The playboy used his slight size advantage to gradually cast a shadow over Chu Hua. His nasty smile was full of mockery and disdain: "Young lady, come with me, and I guarantee you will be happy!"

Chu Huan frowned in disgust. Did this man really think that Jiangnan’s gentleness would be an excuse for her to be bullied?

She did not intend to back down, and her clear eyes reflected a blazing sense of justice: "You vulgar man, you are full of nonsense, how can I associate with a scoundrel like you!"

The playboy was stunned when he heard this. He seemed to have not expected that the girl would dare to talk back at this time, and he was quite surprised.

He laughed loudly, trying to cover up his embarrassment with laughter, and retaliated with dirty words: "Tsk tsk, little girl, you are angry already? I will make you even angrier later!"

Mo Yuan had been patient for a long time. Upon hearing this, he flashed and stood in front of Chu Hua.

He smiled slightly, with tolerance, disdain, and warning in this smile: "My lord, too much is as bad as too little. Don't let your boredom ruin everyone's good mood."

Mo Yuan's voice was clear and indifferent, but it had the proper weight in the ears of the playboy.

He took two steps back involuntarily, his eyes flickering, trying to maintain his dignity: "Who do you think you are! How dare you teach me a lesson!"

As he said this, he clenched his fists and rushed towards Mo Yuan, trying to solve the problem with violence.

But who is Mo Yuan? He is a great god, how can the military force of mortals interfere with him?

With just a "pop" sound, Mo Yuan just casually waved his hand, and the playboy who rushed up fell to the ground, making a fool of himself in front of everyone.

Among the onlookers, some booed, others snickered, all of them witnessing this disproportionate contest.

The playboy was so ashamed that his eyes flickered. Like a frightened bird, he dared not stay any longer and fled the scene in a panic.

Mo Yuan turned around, the gentleness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by full of care. He looked at Chu Huan and comforted her softly: "Huan Huan, it's okay, let's go back."

Chu Hua smiled, the anger in her heart had dissipated, she gently took his hand and said, "Let's go, this smoky and dirty place is definitely not a good place to enjoy the moon."

There was a hint of melancholy in the corners of Mo Yuan's eyebrows and eyes. It seemed that while he was comforting Chu Huan, he was also trying to figure out the meaning behind all these scenes.

He said softly, "Hanhan, you don't have to take what happened tonight to heart. There are so many bad people in this world, don't let it ruin your good mood."

A faint smile appeared on Chu Hua's lips. She knew that Mo Yuan's words were full of love and protection for her.

Although she was in a different world and had the support of the system, she was no longer the fragile little girl she used to be. However, in this world where the strong were respected, Mo Yuan's existence undoubtedly gave her great confidence and reliance.

She snorted and said, "I am also meddling in other people's affairs. I shouldn't have bothered with such a villain."

They walked slowly to the door of the inn. The moonlight stretched their shadows very long, and the wind blowing made them seem close yet far away.

After returning to the inn and taking a quick shower and changing clothes, Chu Hua lay on the bed, thinking about what had just happened.

"Hanhuan, are you asleep?"

"Mo Yuan? Come in!"

Chu Huan got up from the bed, went to open the door for Mo Yuan, and saw him holding a bowl of soup.

"Hwanhan, this is the soothing soup I made for you in the kitchen just now. Drink it while it's hot."

Mo Yuan walked in gently carrying a bowl of soup, his eyes full of tenderness and concern.

He pulled Chu Hua to the bedside, reached out to comb her messy hair, and stared at her silently at first, as if trying to dispel the haze in her heart.

"Mo Yuan, why don't you sleep?" Chu Hua looked into his eyes.

"I'm worried that you might suffer from insomnia because of what happened just now, so I made some soothing soup for you." Mo Yuan's voice was low, with a bit of the calming power of the evening breeze.

Chu Hua smiled slightly: "Thank you, Mo Yuan."

"No need to thank me, it's my job to take care of you."

Chu Hua drank the soup in small sips, and the temperature was just right.

Mo Yuan's movements were gentle and delicate. Each spoonful of liquid stayed just right on her lips, waiting for her to swallow it slowly before delivering the next spoonful.

"Be careful with the heat."

Mo Yuan's voice was low and soothing, like the most charming melody in the hazy dreams at night, making Chu Hua immersed in this peaceful and warm atmosphere.

As the night deepened, the only sounds in the quiet room were the two people's breathing and the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.