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him anymore.The appearance of Bai Liu was an accident.His intention was simply to find someone who didn't look repulsive, but Bai Liu turned out to be someone he had a good feeling about. He was a go...Mo Chen is a powerful being. When he was twenty-three, he attended university for a year, all because of his beloved. He had once casually said that he would go to XX University, her dream school, without any particular reason. Recognizing this as a sign from a prodigy, Mo Chen calculated that she should be able to enter university at sixteen. So, he excitedly enrolled in a class, using his powers to appear in the university alongside other students, all for the sake of finding one woman among the vast crowds. He didn't find her, but he did choose a major that his beloved liked. As a result, after a year, his biggest accomplishment was getting to know many young men and women. Mo Chen is particularly good with girls. This wasn't like Mo Xiaobai's type of ambiguous flirtation; instead, many girls treated him like a close friend.

So Mo Chen contacted several close, trustworthy, and currently single excellent ladies within a day. He wanted to introduce them to boyfriends, so they happily came for the blind date.

These were not people from her world. One was a lawyer, one a judge, one a doctor... One was an investment bank manager. However, this blind date ended in failure as well. These people weren't like their subordinates who liked and admired Mo Yao. They were social elites after all, with good character, wealth, and everything else they needed. Therefore, they were choosy, and Mo Yao was instantly rejected by them.

The main reason is that you're too quiet and barely talk. Girls like outgoing and humorous guys. It doesn't matter how good-looking you are, if you can't even say a few words a day, it's going to be tough in both dating and relationships. This is just too dull.

Mo Chen's classmates lamented to him in a somber tone, "Hey, your brother is so good-looking, why is his personality so wooden He's so different from you. Really, are you brothers"

Mo Chen was also upset. He had proactively introduced the boss to someone, but this time, there was nothing he could do since the boss got shot. The invincible one in London laughed wildly and then suggested introducing a boyfriend.

Mo Chen and WuShuang had a discussion about the nature of their relationship. Was this introducing him as a seme, or a uke

He was speechless and choked with emotion, staring at Mo Chen like a monster. He roared, "Nonsense! Our boss is obviously number one, no matter how you look at it!"

Mo Chen blinked his eyes innocently. At first glance, he seemed harmless (0 number), but when you got to know him, he was a complete troublemaker (1 number). However, Mo Chen liked to do the opposite of what people expected. So on a Friday night, he went to a nightclub and brought over several burly men for Mo Yao to meet.

This situation is really bad.

The place was still the cafe. Mo Yao didn't seem to object to a blind date with the man, but just frowned, saying nothing. Mo Chen took it as his consent and the man seemed to have misunderstood something, or perhaps Mo Chen hadn't been clear enough. He went to flirt with Mo Yao, only to be grabbed by the arm and his hand was crippled. The man cried his eyes out. Mo Chen almost choked with anger.

What's going on here.

Then he severely warned the few who were present, begging them not to make the same mistake again. But those few looked at the first one trembling with fear, responded a few words on the surface and then left with money, Mo Chen's heart felt cold and numb.

So he started thinking about his friends, but the problem was that few of them were into it. He couldn't go around promoting the boss to the Mafia, so Mo Chen felt very frustrated.

Then, he started to realize that the big boss wasn't fond of muscular types, so he began looking for petite ones. However, the big boss still didn't approve. As long as you don't bother him, the big boss won't hurt anyone. So this blind date started to reach an impasse.

"Boss, what kind of person do you like" Mo Chen almost knelt down to beg him. Mo Yao frowned. What kind of person did he like He liked someone like Xiao Bai, but there was only one Xiao Bai in the world.

If even someone like a beginner isn't a beginner, what about a group of trash

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Bai Liu entered the coffee shop with his backpack and drawing board, immediately realizing something was off about this place. A group of handsome men were gathered around a strikingly beautiful man with a gentle demeanor, whispering amongst themselves. The beautiful man seemed agitated, his usually peaceful expression replaced by frustration as he occasionally glanced at the man sitting outside, near the patio. This man wore a white shirt and black trousers, his back to Bai Liu, obscuring his features.

He sat down and called for a waiter to bring him a cup of coffee.

Bai Liu unzipped his backpack and opened up his sketchbook, admiring his work. He had a castle he hadn't finished yet, so he took out his paintbrush and happily sketched the unfinished drawing, ignoring the strange occurrences in the coffee shop.

He was a man who could empty his mind. Once he focused on something, what others thought of him didn't matter to him at all. Mo Chen and Feng Lei Dian finished their discussion and looked up to see Bai Liu sitting very abruptly yet harmoniously in the open-air cafe. He had a steaming cup of coffee and a piece of mousse cake beside him, holding a sketchbook in his hand, sketching something.

This man is really like an angel, Mo Chen thought.

He had a head of beautiful black hair, hanging softly and gently. His skin was fair, his frame small, but he wasn't short. He wasn't handsome, being young, his facial features were very soft, like crystal, with a kind of gentle beauty. His appearance had the delicate refinement characteristic of East Asians, an incredible sense of subtlety. He was dressed in a white shirt, sky-blue jacket, and white trousers, looking very refreshing.

Having noticed someone looking at him, Bai Liu raised his gaze and saw Mo Chen. He paused for a moment, then continued to draw without lingering on Mo Chen any longer.

Yun asked, "Who is this person"

"I don't know." Dian said, they had rented out the entire cafe for matchmaking their boss. How did this person get in Mo Chen turned his head to reprimand someone. The waiter was new and unfamiliar with the rules, so he looked miserable as he asked Bai Liu to leave. Bai Liu gave him a glance, the waiter explained in English, Bai Liu pursed her lips, glanced at Mo Chen again, quietly lowered her head, and continued drawing.

Mo Chen waved his hand, forgetting about it. He wouldn't argue with a child. The waiter had no choice but to leave.

Bai Liu lowered her head to draw, Mo Chen continued to have people go and get acquainted with Mo Yao. As a result, Mo Yao was uninterested. The person sat down and left immediately. Mo Chen gritted his teeth in anger. He had wasted the whole day today.

Mo Chen turned around, and Bai Liu just happened to look up. Their eyes met, and Mo Yao was surprised. He hadn't expected to see him here. Bai Liu raised an eyebrow and looked at Mo Yao. With a flick of his wrist, he turned the paintbrush in his hand and smiled slightly at him. In the sunlight, Bai Liu's smile was warm like warm water, rippling gently.

Mo Yao walked over and sat opposite Bai Liu under the dumbfounded gazes of Mo Chen and the others. "How did you get here"

"Travel!" Bai Liu said, Mo Yao looking at the travel bag by his side, glanced at his sketchbook, a slight smile appeared on his face. A sixteen-year-old boy, carrying a backpack and traveling, was truly rebellious and loved freedom.

"Are you an art student" Mo Yao asked.

Bai Liu was extremely surprised, “A student”

He pointed to himself, very confused. "I finished both my bachelor's and master's degrees."

Mo Yao was also surprised, he didn't look very old, "How old are you"

"Twenty-three" Mo Yao couldn't believe his ears. He'd seen people who were more than they appeared, but never like this. Twenty-three He looked every bit the sixteen-year-old boy, even his tall and slender build could be attributed to overnutrition. He hadn't expected him to be an adult already; it was a surprise.

Bai Liu was used to how others perceived him. Mo Yao's surprise didn't last long, after all, this was his savior. He was grateful to him, that day if it hadn't been for him, he wouldn't have had a good rest and his body would probably have collapsed.

Both physical and emotional wounds can bring a strong person down.

Bai Liu had the scent of travel about him. He didn't seem to like talking much, and when he saw Mo Yao sitting beside him, he occasionally raised his head to ask him a question or two, "Are you Chinese"

"Nationality is Italian."

Bai Liu understood, "American Chinese."

Mo Yuan guessed that his appearance was very delicate and Eastern. He spoke Chinese with a very pure accent. Otherwise, he would have thought he was a Japanese man or a Korean boy. Such a young man was gentle and beautiful, just like the stars who frequently appeared on television, a handsome and pretty young man.

Mo Yao once again thanked him for saving her life. Bai Liu smiled and nodded, accepting the gratitude without much politeness. Mo Yao noticed that his brushstrokes were extremely sharp, and his painting technique was swift and clean. Every stroke flowed like running water, smooth and uninterrupted.

"Are you a painter"

Bai Liu smiled, "I had a dream since I was little, to be a painter. Now that dream is gone, I just treat it as a hobby. I'm using these two years to mourn my dream, and then truly devote myself to work."

Mo Yuan said, "Your paintings are beautiful."

"Really" He was overjoyed, like a child who liked being affirmed. Mo Yao nodded. Bai Liu was very happy and, in his joy, wanted to invite Mo Yao for coffee. Mo Yao naturally didn't refuse. He treated Bai Liu as a young boy. Even though Bai Liu said he was twenty-three, he always seemed sixteen to him, a clean and pure young man with a wonderful body and spirit. Mo Yao felt comfortable around him.

He hadn't felt this comfortable around anyone in a long time. There was no aggression, only softness like clouds. His smile was so beautiful, as if everything about him was gentle. Those around him felt a sense of peace and security that made them want to fall asleep.

Bai Liu looked at Mo Yao suddenly, his eyebrows curving slightly, "How about I draw you a portrait"

Mo Yao noticed his sketchbook, filled almost entirely with landscapes. He was a person who disliked taking pictures and keeping records, so it was clear that Bai Liu was in good spirits. Mo Yao thought, to repay his life-saving grace, this request wasn't too much.

"Great!" Chen had already resolved the matter of the Federation. He had put in a lot of effort and finally managed to prevent Ye Yan from becoming a wanted criminal. He usually kept his original face and didn...