Hong Kong variety show: The tycoon who emerged from Portland Street

After the negotiations concluded, Sir Shaw and Mona Fong did not actually intend to stay for dinner and left immediately.

Chen Mo didn't care and ordered a few dishes to eat.

He sent his underlings to eat; as the boss, he couldn't let them go hungry.

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

Just as he stepped out of the hotel, he heard someone calling his name from behind.

"Mr. Chen, please wait a moment!"

Chen Mo turned his head and looked around. Huh, what's this pretty girl doing here?

"Mr. Chen, it's been a long time."

Joyce ran quickly to Chen Mo, panting heavily. Her slightly rounded chest heaved as she looked at him with bright eyes filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion and a hint of...admiration.

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

Chen Mo didn't expect to meet Joyce here. He looked her up and down, observing her Peninsula Hotel staff uniform, before finally settling on her pretty and innocent face.

"Don't you work at the Cointreau Hotel? What are you doing at the Peninsula Hotel?"

Joyce smiled sheepishly: "The hotel needed to be renovated after the last jewelry exhibition, and it's been more than two months since then, so the hotel hasn't opened yet."

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

Chen Mo was puzzled. It had been more than two months since the robbery at the Jundu Hotel, so why hadn't it opened yet?

Although the robbers' bombs blew up many places, and Chen Mo and his group also made moves on many floors, it shouldn't take this long to renovate, right?

There must be other inside stories, but Joyce is too low-ranking to know them.

However, now is not the time to explore this.

It's impossible for Chen Mo not to have any feelings for Joyce, this pretty girl.

Although Chen Mo didn't want to steal the policeman's girlfriend, looking at Joyce's somewhat infatuated eyes, it would be impolite not to take advantage of her since she had practically offered herself to him.

Chen Mo glanced at his watch; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet.

"Are you still at work? Is there something you need?"

"Um...I..." Joyce stammered.

Actually, nothing's wrong with her!

But after being rescued by Chen Mo that night and seeing him take down so many robbers, she thought Chen Mo was really handsome, brave, and stylish.

Seeing Sir Shaw sitting with others at the hotel today, I suddenly felt he was even more charming.

When she saw Chen Mo about to leave, she didn't know what she was thinking. She greeted the supervisor and then chased after him.

"I...I'm fine. I just wanted to thank you for saving me last time."

Joyce stammered for a long time before finally coming up with a suitable reason.

Chen Mo's lips curled into a smile: "So, how do you plan to thank me?"

"Huh? I... this..." Joyce stammered again.

I can't come up with a reason on the spot anymore. How should I thank Chen Mo?

Chen Mo suddenly wanted to tease her: "In novels and TV dramas, a life-saving favor is something you have to repay with your body."

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

Although her boyfriend was neither as handsome nor as rich as Chen Mo, and was often too busy with police affairs to think about her.

However, the two have been together for several years, and Joyce really has no intention of changing boyfriends.

But Joyce couldn't think of any other way to express her gratitude.

Seeing Joyce's conflicted expression, Chen Mo suggested, "How about you treat me to a movie? That would be your way of thanking me, wouldn't it?"

"Okay." Joyce breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Mo led Joyce to his car, then quietly gestured to the thugs who had followed behind him, signaling them to disperse.

Upon arriving at the theater, Chen Mo chose a restricted-rated zombie movie; the poster looked quite terrifying.

"Are we really going to see this?" Joyce looked a little scared.

Chen Mo reassured him, "I've seen all the others, but I haven't seen this one yet. It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid."

"All right."

With the stock market crashing, very few people are in the mood to go to the movies.

In the screening room, a few people sat scattered around, with many seats empty.

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

"If we sit in the back, further away from the screen, you won't be scared."

That's what Chen Mo told Joyce, but his true thoughts were something he couldn't reveal to anyone.

Less than half an hour into the movie, Joyce, caught up in the terrifying atmosphere, had already huddled into Chen Mo's arms.

At this moment, Chen Mo had his right arm around Joyce's shoulder, while his left hand was reaching under the hem of her shirt.

Just as Chen Mo's left hand climbed up the low hill, it was suddenly pressed down through his clothes.

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

Just kidding, why would you choose these two seats to watch a movie like this? Isn't it for this?

Now you're saying no?

If you really can't do it, take my hand out. What do you mean by holding it down?

Chen Mo looked into Joyce's eyes, slowly lowered his head, and whispered in Joyce's ear, "It's okay, you can just not tell him."

Then, he kissed Joyce's lips deeply, his right hand sliding from Joyce's shoulder to her back, and with a "click," the double-breasted buttons opened.

It makes it easier to move the left hand.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Chen Mo's right hand slid down his back.

"Um......"

Chen Mo's hand was held down again.

"There's someone here..."

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, immediately understanding, and led Joyce out of the theater.

A few minutes later, Chen Mo's Tiger Head Ben, which was parked outside the theater, began to sway rhythmically, and occasionally a few suppressed groans could be heard.

A long time passed, and the Tiger Head Ben recovered and stabilized.

Chen Mo straightened his clothes and climbed from the back seat to the driver's seat. This was the first time he had experienced the benefits of a spacious car interior.

Joyce was still lying on the back seat, her clothes disheveled, her face flushed, and her eyes glazed over as she stared at the roof.

"Are you alright? Would you like me to take you to a hotel to rest?"

"Mmm..." Joyce's voice trembled slightly, as soft as a mosquito's hum.

The Mercedes-Benz started up and slowly drove away from the theater.

Outside the theater, a gangster glanced at the secondhand Rolex on his wrist and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

"What's wrong?" A few thugs nearby came over when they heard the noise.

"Guess what I just saw?"

"What?"

"That Mercedes-Benz W14 that just left belonged to Mo Ge from Mong Kok. When I saw the car, it was dangling there, and it was dangling for a whole hour before it drove away."

"Holy crap, really?"

"Of course it's true, I'm looking at my watch!"

"No wonder he can be the boss, he's really awesome!"