The President's Favorite Stunning Beauty

Chapter 422 Thank you for cheating on me! (1)
And here is not waiting for him to finish talking to Mu Yanfeng.

Liu Huarong, who was sitting on the ground, heard that his son still had 20.00% of Mu's shares, he was immediately overjoyed, and he stood up from the ground full of strength, walking towards Mu Jinran Make a sound.

"Son, you are crazy, he gave you the 20.00% of the shares, why did you return it to him, you are stupid, you, listen to your mother..."

Mu Jinran turned his head, eyes as cold as a knife's edge mixed with deep disgust, and shot at Liu Huarong who was walking towards her, that face that made him feel sick even to look at it.

At the same time, his bruised and thin lips also uttered indifferent and cold words, which cut off her shameless calculation in an instant.

"I don't need you to tell me what to do by myself, and I also hope that you and your Mr. Liang will never appear in front of me again. Don't make me hate you!"

"You, mom isn't doing it for your own good." Liu Huarong was frightened by Mu Jinran's attitude again and dared not move.

I had no choice but to stand where I was, not reconciled, and continued to mutter.

Then Mu Jinran turned his head again, with complex eyes, took a deep look at his words, and gradually calmed down the excitement on his face, and his eyes gradually appeared on Mu Yanfeng's face with a little water.

Then, he secretly closed his eyes, took a step back into the door, and then slowly closed the door from the inside.

Cover everything outside the door.

It also covered everything that made him look at it, and made him feel that his life was so ridiculous.

Mu Yanfeng and Liu Huarong, who were shut out by him and still awake, just looked at the closed wooden door in silence, and never stretched out their hands to pat it, nor did they continue to quarrel.

Liu Huarong didn't dare to shoot.

And Mu Yanfeng, who Mu Jinran said had all kinds of tastes in his heart, didn't know that if he took a picture of this door, after that child opened the door, what should he have to say to the son who was not a son inside the door? What……

So, outside the door, the couple, who were about to separate, just stood outside Mu Jinran's door and remained silent for ten minutes.

Afterwards, it was Liu Huarong who noticed that Liang Guanghui, who was lying on the ground and beaten half to death by Mu Yanfeng, had fallen into a coma, so he gritted his teeth and staggered to help him to the hospital first.

After the two of them left, Mu Yanfeng walked towards the gate of the community as if he had lost all strength and thoughts.

That night, Liu Huarong calmly took care of Liang Guanghui in the hospital and did not return to the current Mu family.

That is, in the outer suburbs of Yuncheng, in the small villa under Huang Shuizhen's name.

And that afternoon, when Mu Yanfeng returned home in a daze, Huang Shuizhen saw him in a state of distress, and worriedly asked him what happened.

He didn't say anything, but he seemed to have lost his soul, and walked numbly towards the study on the second floor.

He didn't eat dinner that night either.

He just sat in the study with his whole body limp, looking out of the dark window with cloudy and obscure eyes all night.

Until the next morning, Liang Guanghui woke up in the hospital.

Liu Huarong just returned to Mu's house to pack her things.

And on the same day, she and Mu Yanfeng went through the divorce procedure very quickly.

When it was learned that their middle-aged couple was still divorced, and their daughter-in-law Liu Huarong was about to move out.The old lady Huang Shuizhen burst into tears again.

However, that day, no matter how much she asked, she couldn't find the reason for their divorce.

However, as long as the old lady looked at her son's gloomy and vicissitudes of life face, and his gray hair overnight, she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

He just sighed and sat on the sofa, cursing Liu Huarong fiercely in his heart.Said that she was wolf-hearted, and didn't care about the relationship between her and Mu Yanfeng for many years.

Said that she loves vanity, sees his son's downfall, and dislikes their Mu family only to divorce, etc.

Young people just sit here, from day to night, they spend their days on coffee.

Suddenly, the doorbell of "Ding Dong", "Ding Dong", "Ding Dong" rang from not far away, like a piercing syllable piercing through the door panel and the wall, passing through the quiet space and reaching his ears.

He frowned slightly, slowly raised his head, his blurred eyes fell outside the twilight window.The sky has changed from gloomy gray to navy blue.

The winter night, which cuts off the dusk so quickly from the day, comes? !

In such a time period, who would come to him?
Thinking faintly in my heart, a icy light also flashed through the youth's blurred brown pupils.

Even his white and full forehead was wrinkled into a small hillock.

Perhaps it was because of the depression in my heart at this moment.

So he was more annoyed by such interruptions than at any other time.

After calming down his fluttering mood for a while, he slowly stood up from the sofa, stepped over, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, stretched out his right hand, and pressed his white and cold palm against the even colder twilight glass window in front of him.

The feeling of being so cold and cold, as if it could freeze blood, came from the fingertips, and it seemed to cool the bottom of my heart all at once.

Who let ten fingers connect to the heart?
At the same time, his thin bluish-purple lips were reflected on the glass window in front of him under the dark blue night, faintly outlining a ghostly cool arc.

Then, as if he fell in love with such a cold touch, he leaned over, and slowly brought his whole delicate and elegant cheeks close to the cold window in front of him.

Then, he let out a heavy breath from his mouth.

In an instant, on the cold glass window in front of his eyes, a white circle was drawn in the area closest to his lips.

Seeing this, the corner of his mouth curled up again, stretched out a finger to print on the white circle, and wrote on it stroke by stroke, the name in his heart that he had thought about and recited thousands of times.

"Yueran!"

It was these two words that appeared in his eyes, which made the corners of his delicate eyes and brows finally recede a little sadly, and put on a little joy.

As long as he stood by the French windows in the room, the bell rang from the door not far away.

Seeing this, the young man felt that the joy that had just surfaced in his heart was shattered by that piercing voice.

He thought that if he kept ignoring him, the people outside the door would leave automatically.

Who would have thought that the people outside the door were so patient.

Until the sky outside the window was almost completely dark, the person outside the door still didn't leave, and even rang his doorbell more and more urgently.

(End of this chapter)