The local tyrant president is not easy to mess with

Chapter 163 Mu Xuan with the smell of morning dew 2
"Mu Xuan, what's the matter with you?" Ran Zijin was frightened by Leng Muxuan's abnormal behavior, the coat in his hand slipped to the ground, his small body trembled a little, and he held onto him tightly with both hands The shirts on both sides of the waist were crying with worry. "Tell me quickly! Don't worry me!"

Ran Zijin cried so much, she couldn't deny that no matter how hard she tried to resist Leng Muxuan's entry into the place in her heart that had been closed for a long time, he still broke through the door in her heart with indestructible and powerful force, and finally it was like a touch. The bright, bright and warm sunshine shone into her heart and illuminated her heart.

She finally understood that this man named Leng Muxuan already had more weight in her heart than she had imagined.This weight is something she can't ignore, and it's something she can no longer escape from.

Just now, when she was sitting in the living room anxiously waiting for him to come back, she had indeed figured it out. If he really had intentions and affection this time, then she should be brave for him, and stop being afraid and running away. Change, but to accept this change hard, but also to make everything unknown in the future develop in the way you want.

This time she must work hard, be brave once, strive hard for what she wants, and bravely keep what she doesn't want to lose.

Leng Muxuan felt that Ran Zijin was crying, and was awakened by the heartache for her, let go of her, pressed her shoulders, his eyes were so gentle that water could be squeezed out, and those eyes were as bright as The dewdrops on the roses that bloom in the morning reflect the sunlight, shining brightly and extremely brightly.

"I'm fine! Zijin, don't cry! I'm fine!" He was still excited, his voice trembled, his tone was a little anxious, and the hand holding Ran Zijin's shoulder was also a little hard. "I'm really fine."

"Then why are you hugging me so abnormally?" Ran Zijin still held Leng Muxuan's shirt with his hand, raised his head slightly, and looked at his eyebrows and eyes with tears in his eyes, which were so familiar but felt a little strange for a moment.

"I'm excited! I'm happy! Zijin, what did you call just now, do you remember?" Leng Muxuan didn't hide his emotions in front of Ran Zijin. He was willing to express any emotion that would not make her feel uncomfortable or hurt. revealed in front of her.

Because, only when facing her, he felt that he was himself, not a lifeless moving object.

Ran Zijin's influence on his life was far greater than that of Ruan Yifei, which Leng Muxuan could not deny, but he couldn't figure it out either.

Maybe this is called destiny. Leng Muxuan, who has always been very rational, finally had such a sensibility after meeting Ran Zijin, and then when facing her, there were more and more sensibility, and he couldn't stop those sensibility at all. Appeared, of course he didn't want to stop it.

"Mu, Xuan..." Ran Zijin replied slowly, his face turned red after speaking.

Although she called Leng Muxuan's name so naturally, she was really embarrassed to ask her to repeat it again.

In the past, Leng Muxuan always wanted her to call him by his name, but she always couldn't get over that obstacle in her heart, and even didn't want to get over it because she was afraid of losing.

Now in this situation where she was extremely worried about him, she unexpectedly passed that obstacle inadvertently, and after passing, it seemed that it really went much smoother.

"Call again. Zijin, call again, it sounds so good! I want to hear it!" Leng Muxuan could see that although Ran Zijin was a little shy, deep down in his heart, he had really passed that hurdle, and he was so happy up.

"Mu Xuan." Ran Zijin still yelled very slowly, each word jumped out from the tip of his tongue, as if it still carried the sweet fragrance of morning dew.

Leng Muxuan watched her mouth open and close, watched the tip of her tongue move slightly behind the white teeth, and the word 'Muxuan' came out with the sweetness and warmth in her mouth.

"I still want to hear it." He lowered his head, resting his forehead on Ran Zijin's, who was a little hot, looking straight into her eyes, feeling like being sucked in and never coming out again.

And Ran Zijin, who met his gaze, also had the feeling of being sucked away by his gaze.

"Mu Xuan." She whispered again.

"Zijin, thank you!" Leng Muxuan couldn't calm down his excitement, and hugged Ran Zijin again.

Ran Zijin was hugged by him and started crying again.

When you are young, there are always some paranoia and fanaticism, and these paranoia and fanaticism will always pay for one person.

She cried and laughed. Fortunately, Qiao Zheqing didn't give all of her paranoia and fanaticism to Qiao Zheqing, and now she can leave some to follow Leng Muxuan.

Otherwise, she would hate herself to death, regret her death, and feel that she owed Leng Muxuan!

Ran Zijin knew that there was not much she could give Leng Muxuan, so she wanted to give him whatever she could give him, otherwise she would definitely leave regrets in her life and let herself live in self-blame and remorse.

After a long time, Leng Muxuan released Ran Zijin.

Ran Zijin picked up his coat from the ground and held it in his arms again. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him. He even spoke in a low and shy voice, "Change your shoes. I'm going to sleep. Already!"

After speaking, he turned and ran away.

"Zijin, I want to drink water." Leng Muxuan grinned while changing his shoes, a little silly, completely incompatible with his dignified and dignified status as a president, more like someone who is still studying The stunned head who doesn't know anything.

In fact, he didn't really want to drink water, but felt that Ran Zijin was too shy and wanted to divert her attention, and then stay with him instead of running shyly and leaving him alone.

"It's not that I don't have long hands!" Ran Zijin said without turning his head, and ran back to the bedroom in one breath, only to find that he had brought Leng Muxuan's clothes back.

She hugged his clothes and covered her face, her face became redder and hotter, and his breath on Leng Muxuan's clothes from the tip of her nose made her heart pound.

Leng Muxuan changed her shoes, walked to the living room in a good mood and sat on the sofa, picked up Ran Zijin's "Sand and Foam" by Gibran, and opened it, only to find that the bookmark was still the page number she put down yesterday. Wan was really worried about him so much that he didn't even bother to read the book.

This is a book about love, marriage and human nature. The prose poems in it are beautifully written. Leng Muxuan has read it before, but only in English.

But Ran Zijin's book is bilingual in Chinese and English. She reads carefully. She always likes to write and draw with a pen when she reads. When she sees a sentence she likes, she can't help but start reciting it. Whether it's in Chinese or English, there are The places I especially like will be marked, and when I am free, I will go back and watch it over and over again.

Leng Muxuan's fingers slid across Ran Zijin's handsome handwriting on the page, just like her person, which is as delicate and lovely.

"The water you asked for."

Hearing the voice, Leng Muxuan raised his head and saw Ran Zijin holding a water glass in front of his eyes. He was fascinated by what she wrote on the book just now, and he didn't even hear the sound of her coming out of the bedroom to pour water.

He put down the book in his hand, took the water glass, patted the sofa beside him and said to her, "Sit down for a while."

"En." Ran Zijin sat down, clasped his hands on his knees, and looked down at his toes.

Leng Muxuan also looked at her feet, her fair toes were lined up in the pink slippers, very pretty.

"I bought a lot of books in the office, do you want to go and have a look?" He asked her.

"What book? Economics?" Ran Zijin raised his head and looked at Leng Muxuan's side face and asked. There were already a lot of books in his office, and the large bookcase occupied most of the wall.

"No. You like it." With a smile, Leng Muxuan took Ran Zijin's left hand and placed it on his knee, rubbing it gently.

(End of this chapter)