Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 93: Zhu Fengfeng Heroine (2)
Zhu Fengfeng didn't move for a long time, and her charming eyes showed surprise and surprise. In the end, when she turned her gaze to Ye Chen, it all turned into appreciation, "It's probably all thanks to you that he is willing to 'be good'."

Ye Chen froze for a moment, automatically ignored her extremely inappropriate word "congliang", and replied softly: "No, when I met him, he was already the president of Ling's."

"WH love?" Zhu Fengfeng was obviously stimulated too deeply, and she burst out in English, "You said that when the kid married you, he was already the president of the Ling family?"

Ye Chen nodded, "Yes."

Seeing that Zhu Fengfeng didn't seem to be faking shock, she asked back: "You didn't come to our wedding, how could you not know?"

"The devil will know." Zhu Fengfeng started the engine, "To tell you the truth, he didn't invite me at all when you got married. I happened to be traveling here at the time, and I got the news by accident, so I went to your house for a meal with the cheek .”

"that's it?"

"Otherwise, what else can I do?" Zhu Fengfeng, who was still extremely tough just now, seemed to be fearless, but she didn't know what to think of, and her voice was obviously quieter.

Ye Chen sensed something was wrong. Seeing her like this, she probably didn't want to talk about it. It's not what Ye Chen likes to do, so she changed the subject, "If you want to find him, I'll give you the address."

"Stupid woman." Unexpectedly, Zhu Fengfeng rolled her eyes in exchange for her kindness, "You are so innocent, there is no reason to take the initiative to let other women see your husband."

Ye Chen retorted in a low voice, "It was you who first said that he was your best friend."

Zhu Fengfeng laughed heartily when he heard this, "You are so cute, kid, no wonder I liked you the first time I saw you."

A few black lines suddenly appeared in front of Ye Chen's eyes, "Hehe, you are cute too."

"It's a pity, it would be great if everyone had as much insight as you." Zhu Fengfeng sighed, with a hint of helplessness.

Ye Chen turned his face to the side, looked at Zhu Fengfeng's delicate nose and flickering eyelashes, and suddenly thought of such a sentence, "I will visit my only soul mate in the vast sea of ​​people, I am lucky; no, my fate. That's all .”

On the road of love, you usually fall in love with me, but I love others. That's why there are so many idiots and resentful women in this world.

On the other side, He Yilang jumped out of the car first, and then opened the door for Ling Mo. Ling Mo got out of the car leisurely. Today, he is wearing a black casual suit, and he has an indescribable feeling about him. Majestic, awe-inspiring.

He Yilang's hand on the top of the car door couldn't help trembling.

"Are you nervous?" Ling Mo glanced at him indifferently.

He Yilang forced a smile on his face, "No, Brother Ling, I played too much mahjong last night, and my hands are a little cramp today."

Ling Mo didn't speak anymore, Xin's long thighs stepped forward, and he walked straight towards the pawnshop at the door, which was actually the "light source" of the casino. He wanted to see who it was, and made his right-hand man panic like this.

The two black-clothed men standing at the door saw that it was Ling Mo who came, they stepped aside at the same time, and shouted to him respectfully: "Brother."

Ling Mo snorted, and walked in with big strides.

The next moment, before he could see clearly who dared to come to his casino to make trouble, a smaller figure, like a butterfly, ran over from a distance and plunged into his arms.

The familiar scent made Ling Mo quickly figure out who it was.

His cold face improved slightly, and his tone softened a lot, "Mingzhu, why are you here?"

"I miss you." The woman nestled in his arms said shyly.

"Why don't you call and ask me to pick up the plane." Ling Mo changed the subject calmly, and at the same time, his phoenix eyes swept towards He Yilang who was on the side.

That look, translated into Chinese, means this, "You brat is brave enough to lie to me!"

He Yilang was terrified, and hurriedly mouthed silently to Ling Mo, "Brother Ling, it was Miss Ming who didn't let me tell you, and I was also forced to do nothing."

Ling Mo glared at him again, then withdrew his gaze, and slowly pulled the person who was tightly clinging to his arms away, "Have you booked a hotel yet?"

Leaving Ling Mo's embrace, Mingzhu pouted dissatisfiedly, "I don't like the smell of hotels, I want to live in your house."

Without even thinking about it, Ling Mo immediately refused, "No."

"Why?" Miss Ming blinked, her face full of innocent cuteness.

Ling Mo avoided her eyes, "I'm a man, it's inconvenient for you, a girl, to live there."

"Aren't Aunt Pei and Uncle Li here, so there's nothing inconvenient about it." She seemed to think that this reason was not enough to convince Ling Mo, and after blinking, she added: "It's not like we haven't lived together before, Mo , people really don't like the smell of the hotel."

Ling Mo sighed, a trace of tangle flashed in his usually decisive and capable eyes, "Well, you stay here first, and I'll help you find a house as soon as possible."

Mingzhu turned a blind eye to the second half of his sentence, directly hanged on his neck, kissed him on his handsome face.

He Yilang, who has been with Ling Mo for many years, naturally knows that Mingzhu, who grew up in the United States, is more open-minded than the Chinese, and his expression is more concise.

He can understand, but it doesn't mean that other people can understand, it's not bad, there is no one in the hall, so Ling Mo's embarrassment can be regarded as fleeting.

Regarding this matter, Ling Mo did not blame He Yilang too much afterwards, after all when he was in the United States all these years, she was always by his side, not to mention that she had another identity, He Yilang did not dare to tell him the truth , is also normal.

Although Mingzhu is Chinese, she grew up in the United States since she was a child. She does not speak Mandarin fluently, but she can barely understand it.

Maybe it was because she came to China, or maybe it was to please the silent man beside her. Along the way, she kept telling him anecdotes about the past few years in broken Chinese.

In the end, she found that this man was not paying attention at all, or was not listening to her at all, and her heart sank immediately. Before she came, she had asked the people here to tell her everything about Ling Mo these years.

(End of this chapter)