Fierce Ex-wife: President, Please Be Careful

The corner of his lips hooked slightly, and Xia Zetao subconsciously relaxed the throttle and slowed down the car. Not only did he not want to disturb the family behind the car, but also selfishly wanted to let this warm scene stay for a while. ---End of this Danmei, Hong Kong and Taiwan romance www.hjw.tw)))

Unfortunately, no matter how long the road is, it will reach the end after a long time.

The moment the car stopped steadily, Zhao Yulin slowly opened her eyes.

She always sleeps lightly, a little bit of wind and grass can easily wake up, and she just wanted to lean on Mu Tingfeng’s shoulders to close her eyes and rest for a while, she didn’t plan to sleep at all, who knows that leaning against it is true Fell asleep.

It must be a lot of tossing tonight, because Mu Tingfeng's embrace is too warm and comfortable! After waking up, Zhao Yulin still thought of deceiving herself and others in her head.

She was not fully awake yet, and didn't realize that at the moment she raised her head, her soft lips slowly brushed from the side of the man's face who leaned down to watch her reaction, and the heart of the man who was holding her tightly shuddered fiercely.

"Arrived?" Zhao Yulin glanced around, and after making sure that she was really home, she adjusted the angle of her holding Lele, crawled out of Mu Tingfeng's arms, opened the car door and walked down.

"Then I'll go in with Lele first, it's getting late, you guys should go back soon." After that, Zhao Youlin turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait."

Zhao Yulin paused, turned her head to look at the rear seat, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The rear window was slowly pulled down, revealing Mu Tingfeng's expressionless face: "What kind of flowers do you like?"

As early as when Mu Tingfeng spoke to call Zhao Yulin, his ears were pricked up, and Xia Zetao, who was about to overhear, became skewed and almost vomited blood.

President, what's wrong with your question, you just ask this! Damn, I remembered the bonuses I was deducted again!

Zhao Yulin was also taken aback when she heard Mu Tingfeng’s words. She suddenly remembered the roses and the blue enchantress she had received. She groaned and said, "Actually, I don’t really like any flower, but if it’s true, If you want to say it, I still like it..."

"Ok?"

"Foxtail Lily, I prefer Foxtail Lily."

Mu Tingfeng's eyes flickered slightly, and quickly handed a look towards Xia Zetao in front of him.

Xia Zetao understood in seconds, and hurriedly made a gesture towards Mu Tingfeng, indicating that he had written it down and knew what to do next.

Mu Tingfeng retracted his gaze and continued: "There is one more thing."

"Well, what?"

"Next Saturday morning at nine o'clock, I will pick you up."

Zhao Yulin was dumbfounded and wondered: "Pick me up? What do you do?"

Mu Tingfeng took advantage of Zhao Yulin's dazed moment, narrowed his eyes, and quickly leaned out of the car, kissed her on the lips, and uttered two words: "Date."

"What..." Zhao Yulin's eyes tightened suddenly, and she was about to ask Mu Tingfeng clearly, but found that the car windows were all closed at some point, and the car started at the next moment and disappeared into the night without giving Zhao Yulin at all. Opportunity.

Zhao Yulin: "..."

Xia Zetao glanced at his own oss whose ears were red in the rearview mirror, while secretly sighing the innocence of the president, while calmly pretending to know nothing.

When the heat on the ears subsided, Mu Tingfeng finally recovered his former shrewdness, and said coldly: "Within a month, I will hear the news of Zhang's bankruptcy."

The deep, magnetic voice with a cold temper that could not be rejected made Xia Zetao, who was driving in front of him, tremble.

Zhang, the company under the man at the banquet. Xia Zetao's face changed slightly, and sure enough, the president of the banquet didn't plan to let it go, he was so cruel to go bankrupt!

However, if he is not cruel to Zhang, the president will definitely be cruel to him!

Therefore, with the noble morals of a dead daoist and not a poor daoist, Xia Zetao vowed: "Guaranteed to complete the task!"

Mu Tingfeng was satisfied, and gently rubbed his left hand with the right hand that had just been placed on Zhao Youlin's shoulder, as if by doing so, he could find the warmth that he felt when he had just embraced Zhao Youlin.

After a while, Mu Tingfeng's eyes suddenly reflected a cold light.

The family dared to curse Zhao Yulin and their sons in the public. He had to take a good look at them after losing their asylum and losing the only capital they could show off. How could they be so proud and like this? The upper-class society that bullies the soft and fears the hard, survives?

I have to say that President Mu is very similar to Zhao Youlin in protecting shortcomings.

He hadn't liked Zhao Yulin before. Now that he has confirmed it, he will not allow anyone to touch Zhao Yulin and the child a bit, otherwise, he must be prepared to bear her anger!

The night is bleak, and the vast land is dyed with a hint of unknown color.

Under the black night, the midnight lights were all lit up, lustrous, and the quiet midnight projected an exquisite taste.

At this moment, in a bar located in the city center, the roar of music is deafening, leading countless adolescent boys and girls into madness.

At this moment, many people have already begun to rest, but here is just beginning to wake up little by little.

On the dance floor of Nuo Da, countless men and women danced, hugged, kissed and carried out their own carnival accompanied by deafening music.

Under such a lively atmosphere, some people come here to seek emotional vent, just for the unwillingness and...loneliness buried in my heart.

In front of the cold bar, a gentle and handsome teenager was pouring wine into his mouth cup by cup.

The bartender swiftly mixes the wine, but can't keep up with the teenager's speed.

Slender and white, it looked like an artist's knuckles clasped a wine glass, and after pulling it in front of him, he poured it into his mouth without hesitation.

Looking from the angle from the side, you can just see that his extremely sexually felt Adam's apple slides up and down, invisibly smudging the fatal temptation that belongs to a mature man, making countless women on the side fascinated by it.

As early as when the boy walked into the bar door, many women had already watched him before he knew it or could ignore it.

This will see him getting drunk, his always clear and sly eyes have become a little blurred, and the women who stared at him can't hold back, and start to move around.

Finally, a woman wearing a black low-cut T-shirt and brown short shorts walked towards the teenager, sat down in the swivel chair on his left, and smiled: "Man, is anyone here? If you don't mind, I Can you sit down for a while?"