Fierce Ex-wife: President, Please Be Careful

Look down? Where to look down? Zhao Yulin twisted her eyebrows suspiciously, and immediately seemed to think of something, her eyes tightened suddenly, holding her mobile phone, she leaned out and looked downstairs at her house. (((Cartino Novel Network www.novelmtl.com)))

The bright street lamp is covered with a layer of tulle under the reflection of the moonlight, which is a bit softer and less dazzling.

On the edge of the flowerbed on the edge of the street lamp, a man in a straight suit was standing at the moment. The man also held a mobile phone in his hand. As Zhao Yulin leaned forward and looked over, he slowly raised his head.

There was no superfluous expression on that familiar handsome face, but those deep sea-like eyes seemed to contain a rainbow of spring water at the moment, ripples in the cool moonlight.

Under the same full moon, two people, one upstairs and one downstairs, looked at each other.

Zhao Yulin was a little surprised and funny at first, but gradually the smile on her face faded.

The two stood facing each other like this. I don't know how long it took, but Zhao Yulin was the first to be unable to hold it back, turning around and rushing downstairs quickly.

Fortunately, it was late at night at this time. Even though many servants were busy working overtime for tomorrow's wedding, the gloomy night sky still gave Zhao Youlin a lot of convenience.

Deliberately avoiding the servants who were still busy in the front hall, Zhao Youlin quickly passed through the courtyard below and walked to the edge of the flowerbed where Mu Tingfeng was.

The gentle moonlight poured over the man’s upright figure, and enveloped him with a faint light. The moment he heard the footsteps, the man slowly turned and looked towards Zhao Youlin, with his calm eyes. There was a little bit of pampering and joy in it.

Zhao Yulin didn't think much, and rushed towards Mu Tingfeng.

There was a muffled bang, and the excessive force and reaction force made the two of them snorted at the same time, but neither of them let go of the other party, but instead hugged them tighter and tighter.

Gradually tightened hands, warm and hard embrace, the two of them couldn't help overflowing a trace of satisfaction, and the missing piece in the heart was quietly filled at this time.

The two of them hugged each other so tightly, enjoying this rare tranquility.

After a long while, Zhao Yulin let out a sigh of relief and took the lead to break the silence: "I have lived for two lifetimes. I have never been as crazy as I am now. I ran out in the middle of the night and hugged a man..." I didn't really think about it before. Dare to think!

How could Mu Tingfeng fail to hear the complaints in Zhao Youlin’s words and the trace of satisfaction hidden under the complaints, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he whispered back: "I ran to the girl's window in the middle of the night like this Inferior, I am also the first time."

I used to hear that a certain boy would stay under the girl's window sill in order to pursue the girl he likes. He waited for a long time, only to get the girl to look back once in a while and found him waiting outside the window.

At that time, Mu Tingfeng still found it difficult to understand, thinking that it was really no bottom line for a man to do this for a woman.

But when this kind of thing happened to him, he suddenly understood that some things don't need to be too thorough and face-to-face.

Especially for things like feelings, sometimes what actions to make or make a certain decision depend on the sudden swelling desire in the heart at that moment, the desire to see this person, the desire to hear her voice, touch her, and hug her. She even... kissed her.

It took Zhao’s house to Mu’s house to drive for an hour by himself, or two hours in the middle of the night, just to see the person in front of him, simple but crazy.

After hearing Mu Tingfeng’s words, Zhao Yulin couldn’t help but laughed out: “Run to the girl’s window and wait for someone, do you think you are Romeo? Let me make a statement, I’m not Juliet, do Not going to have a late-night rendezvous with you, privately committing to this stupid thing for life."

It is correct to say that, but because Zhao Yulin hugged Mu Tingfeng's waist and leaned into the other's arms to say this passage, which is really not convincing at all.

Mu Tingfeng didn't break, a clear smile flashed across his eyes, and he compromised: "You are not Juliet, and of course I am not Romeo. It is now impossible for me to let anyone influence my marriage anymore. It is impossible for anyone to hurt you and Lele."

Those in the fairy tales are all deceptive, and he is not a fool, and he can't even protect his own woman. Even if he can't tell whether a person is alive or dead, he simply missed it.

Mu Tingfeng looked down at Zhao Youlin, and seriously added: "In addition, there is one more thing I think it is necessary to correct."

"What?" Zhao Yulin twisted, looking at Mu Tingfeng suspiciously.

Mu Tingfeng greeted her eyes, and the curvature of the corners of her lips became more and more profound: "After tonight, you are my righteous wife. The term private life is not suitable for us."

Zhao Yulin was stunned. Before she could react, Mu Tingfeng had lowered his head, and the eyes that made Zhao Yulin indulged in the night became more and more confusing.

Zhao Yulin opened her mouth, but she said nothing in the end, standing quietly in place, letting Mu Tingfeng get close again and again.

The faces of the two people got closer and closer under the moonlight, and they were about to stick together. There was a sudden shout in the room: "Yorim...Yorim, where did you go so late?" Yeorim, where are you? Yeorim..."

The lips that were only a few centimeters apart were separated like this, and Zhao Youlin suddenly realized what she had just done, her face flushed suddenly, and she rolled her eyes when she raised her head at Mu Tingfeng.

Blame this bastard, it's okay to say any messy love words, which made her...

This guy is so noble and glamorous in the face of other people, and he doesn't laugh at all. How can he just talk so witty and clever when he meets him? Sure enough, all appearances are deceptive!

What Mu Tingfeng liked the most was Zhao Yulin's angry look. She was planning to do something out of place but in a good atmosphere, but the voice in the room became louder and louder.

"Yorim, Yeorim, where did this kid go to rest in the house most of the night? Did you guys see the eldest lady?"

It turned out that Duan Yarong handled the following things, going upstairs to see if Zhao Yulin and Lele were asleep, but as soon as he entered the room, he saw Lele lying in bed and slumbering, but Zhao Yulin was missing.

Before An Yue had something like that, Duan Yarong has been more or less alive these days, especially in the days when the marriage of his son and daughter is getting closer, for fear that something will happen at this last moment, and there will be many nights and dreams.

Therefore, as soon as he found out that Zhao Yulin was not in the room, Duan Yarong's heart squirmed and ran out in a hurry, looking for Zhao Yulin's traces everywhere.