After the divorce with the cub, the cold ex-husband cried and asked to remarry

Chapter 143

Almost burned him to death.

He kept beating his chest and stamping his feet while coughing.

Mu Yao originally wanted to continue pretending to be fierce, but seeing him like this, she couldn't help laughing again.

I didn't care about him anymore.

After dinner, Lu Jingchen volunteered to collect the dishes, wash the dishes, mop the floor, and collect the garbage from all the rooms together.

When passing by Mu Yao's bedroom, he took a few shameless glances into it.

This bed... is a bit small.

After he finished collecting the garbage, Mu Yao slammed the door behind him and locked it as soon as he opened the door.

Lu Jingchen Petrochemical.

"Yaoyao, don't lock the door..." He came out to take out the trash, not to leave.

"Mr. Lu, it's getting late, so I won't send it off, bye." Mu Yao said, even locking the anti-theft door.

Lu Jingchen was speechless, what did he think of him?

Forget it, the future is long, and he has already made preparations for a long-term war of resistance.

The next day was Sunday, when Mu Yao got up in the morning and opened the door, Lu Jingchen's face appeared at the door again.

She thought she was wrong, so she rubbed her eyes. That's right, it was Lu Jingchen, who was still holding a big bag of steamed buns.

Mu Yao was about to speak.

Lu Jingchen had already entered the door uninvited.

"Little Mango, Uncle Lu bought you breakfast, come and eat."

Little Mango was very happy to see Lu Jingchen coming over, and pestered him all morning asking questions.

Maybe it's the nature of father and daughter. Little Mango has never received his father's care since he was a child, and has a deep sense of dependence on Lu Jingchen.

Looking at the smile on Little Mango's face, Mu Yao couldn't bear to destroy this nature, so she let them go.

For several days in a row, Lu Jingchen would come over every day after get off work to have lunch, and then take care of the cleaning. Occasionally, when he was late one day, Little Mango kept mumbling, "Why hasn't Uncle Lu come yet?"
Mu Yao thinks that going on like this is not a problem, she can't let herself and Little Mango rely too much on Lu Jingchen.

This is not a good phenomenon.

Seeing that the designer exchange meeting was about to be held as scheduled, Mu Yao thought that after attending the meeting, she would go to Lu Jingchen to clarify.

On the day of the party, Mu Yao rarely changed out of the sweater and trousers that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and put on a gray knitted skirt that Su Jin had prepared for her in advance.

Taking my aunt and my design drawing, I went downstairs to take a taxi.

Just after walking out of the community, Lu Jingchen's black Maybach drove over again.

Mu Yao was taken aback for a moment, and then said naturally: "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, my family won't have dinner today."

Lu Jingchen glanced at the skirt on her body, the skirt was not too low, revealing a pair of chopstick legs, white and straight.

He looked away with some taste, opened the car door, and made a gesture of invitation:
"Isn't it just an exchange meeting, I'll take you there."

"How do you know?" Mu Yao realized that he was also dressed in a formal suit today, with a suit and tie, and his thin body was as straight as a model.

"Huansheng invested in this exchange meeting." Lu Jingchen said casually.

Mu Yao suddenly realized that every time there was a large-scale banquet held in City A, there would be Huan Sheng's name in the investment column.

"I'm not familiar with Mr. Lu, I'd better take a taxi by myself." Mu Yao refused.

She knew that half of such a large-scale exchange meeting was for learning, and the other half was to provide business exchanges for successful people like them.

If she appeared at the venue with Lu Jingchen, she might attract many strange looks.

"Unfamiliar?" Lu Jingchen glanced at her up and down, "Isn't it familiar after sleeping?"

"You..." Mu Yao's face turned red instantly.

When did Lu Jingchen learn this kind of hooliganism, he was so angry that he turned around and wanted to leave.

He was grabbed by Lu Jingchen and forced into the carriage.

The door slammed shut.

"Lu Jingchen, what do you mean?" Mu Yao didn't want to take his car.

Lu Jingchen had already gotten into the driver's seat, turned to look at her coldly and said, "Aren't your legs cold?"

Mu Yao belatedly glanced at her skirt, then tugged it down uncomfortably.

It was because her head was caught by the door that she believed Su Jin's saying that this dress was just right for the party...

When Lu Jingchen drove the car to the destination, the exchange party had already started.

The works of this exhibition are being continuously switched on the large outdoor screen, and there is no competition, it is only used for communication and learning.

As soon as Lu Jingchen got out of the car, he was called by Gu Bei, as if he wanted to meet someone.

Mu Yao breathed a sigh of relief, tightly grasped the design draft in her hand and entered the venue.

In the venue, many people have already stood.

Most of the men are in suits and ties, and the women are all kinds of evening dresses, all dressed up.

Mu Yao looked at her clothes, it seemed that what Su Jin said was right, if she was wearing her usual hoodie and trousers, she might be regarded as something different.

When the people in the venue noticed Mu Yao, they couldn't hide their astonishment, especially the men, seeing that she had no male companion, they were a little eager to try.

There is no deliberate dressing, but it gives people a generous and intellectual feeling.

Bai Qiushui sat in a corner of the garden, holding a goblet in her hand boredly, when she saw Mu Yao coming in, a look of crazy jealousy floated on her face.

Originally, she would not be invited to participate in this kind of expert exchange meeting.

She heard that Huan Sheng was participating in this exchange meeting and that Lu Jingchen would attend, so she went directly to the organizer and asked them for an invitation letter, relying on the fact that she was Bai Zhenkai's daughter.

She didn't come to see some design drawings, and she couldn't understand them either.

She dressed up to attend, all dressed up for Lu Jingchen to see.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet Mu Yao here.

What she didn't expect was that Mu Yao had already given birth to her children, and she could still maintain such a good figure.

Shen Changqin has already found someone to check that child, and it is said that she had a baby with a foreigner named Mike.

As long as it's not Jingchen's, she still has a chance.

Mu Yao didn't notice Bai Qiushui in the corner, she went directly to the backstage and handed over the two design drafts to the organizer.

One is her own, signed Mu Yao.

The other is my aunt's, signed Ceri.

When the backstage staff saw the name, they were obviously taken aback.

Surprised: "Did Ceri come over today too?"

Mu Yao shook her head: "No, this is her design drawing, you just show it according to the rules."

After speaking, he left.

Not long after she left, Qiao Liner also went to the backstage with her design drawing.

After Mu Yao came out, she bumped into a short-haired woman in an evening gown, who was wearing an eight-centimeter high heel.

When the two collided like this, her body was naturally unstable, and she was about to fall to the ground.She reached out and grabbed Mu Yao's skirt in time, and scraped something in her hand.

Mu Yao didn't notice it, and reached out to help her up: "Are you okay?"

The man shook his head, bowed his head and left.

Mu Yao didn't linger too long, and walked towards the exhibition table.

There are many design drawings on the table, all of which are the works of top designers in the industry, and there are many things worth learning.

Every time she took a step, when someone passed by her side, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out an exclamation.

Mu Yao was puzzled, but didn't care, and continued to quicken her pace.

More and more people were looking at her, and almost everyone's eyes were on her side.

Finally someone couldn't help but exclaimed: "Miss, you..."

"Your skirt is all torn..."

(End of this chapter)