The local tyrant president is not easy to mess with

Chapter 22
Leng Muxuan grunted in pain, rolled off her body, onto the blanket under the leather chair, and stopped moving.

Feeling guilty, Ran Zijin stretched out his trembling hand to poke Leng Muxuan's arm, but he still didn't move, as if he hadn't even breathed.

died?

Leng Muxuan was kicked down by her and fell to his death!
He's dead, and she can't live anymore!

Ran Zijin was so frightened that he kept swallowing, sat up straight, tremblingly stretched his hand under the chair, and put it under Leng Muxuan's nose, so he was relieved... Fortunately, he didn't die, he was still breathing!

After the cold sweat on Ran Zijin's body was half dry, thinking about the experience just now, he felt very scared.

Her clothes were torn, and she was small and helpless, hugging her knees, burying her head in her arms, staring at her toes trying to figure out what to do.

After much deliberation, no one is more appropriate to appear in this kind of place now, she can only wait for Leng Muxuan to wake up.

For some reason, Ran Zijin firmly believed that as long as he sobered up, Leng Muxuan would never touch her again.

As the night deepened, Leng Muxuan fell asleep soundly on the blanket, and Ran Zijin gradually began to feel drowsy, but finally fell asleep on the leather chair because of the exhaustion.

The night outside the car window is like a heavy curtain, covering it airtightly, and the light rain that was originally floating has long since disappeared.

When Leng Muxuan woke up, he saw Ran Zijin who was sleeping curled up like a cat on the leather chair.

He rubbed his brows, took his suit jacket from the front row, threw it on her casually, got up and put it on, and got out of the car.

Leng Muxuan stood in the night, a cigarette flickering on and off, and Ruan Yifei's smiling face was lingering in his mind.

Once she was like a clingy cat, always clinging to him, coquettishly warning in his ear: "Mu Xuan, you are mine! Remember, you are mine! Ruan Yifei's!"

Leng Muxuan, who has always been pursued by many girls, is always surrounded by peach blossoms, but he always maintains an indifferent attitude towards girls because of her.

He never gave them a chance to get close, let alone have something to do with any girl.

But Ruan Yifei, who is very possessive, will still pretend to declare her ownership viciously...

"Mu Xuan, no one can take you away! Don't even think about leaving me in this life! Once it's in my hands, I won't let you go!"

He never thought of leaving her, but she didn't let go alone as she promised, let him go, let go of their love...

Leng Muxuan pursed his thin lips tightly, his eyes showed a light that was colder than the morning light, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and ruthlessly smashed it out.

He had to find out everything as soon as possible to find out if the person in the car was Iffy.

When the sky was about to light up, the temperature was extremely low, and Ran Zijin woke up from the cold.

She was alone in the car, the air conditioner was off, and the windows were wide open.

Wearing Leng Muxuan's suit, Ran Zijin recalled many things that happened after meeting him, and felt like he was in a dream.

However, another voice cruelly told her that this was not a dream.

Not a dream!
These three words kept screaming in Ran Zijin's heart like a mantra, as if they were about to explode, causing her internal organs to ache.

The pain from the broken self-esteem became very clear, and that kind of humiliation was something she had never encountered in her life.

Ran Zijin sat up and looked out the window, only then did he see Leng Muxuan who was smoking by the car window.

His slender figure looked like a sculpture in the faint morning mist... perfect, noble, but cold and without any warmth.

Leng Muxuan threw away the butt of the cigarette he didn't know was lit, opened the car door and got in the car. His hair was wet with the morning dew, but it didn't affect his handsomeness.

"Can you lend me a set of clothes, I can't go home like this." Ran Zijin had a high fever from being tormented by him, and his voice was hoarse.

She was trying her best to keep calm, but her seemingly calm eyes were carrying thousands of needles and arrows secretly, and all of them landed between Leng Muxuan's brows, as if she wanted to pierce him into a thousand holes to relieve her hatred.

However, even if he was stabbed into a pile of ashes, it still couldn't relieve the pain and hatred in her heart!

Leng Muxuan stared at Han Xing, and didn't say anything about what happened last night, but called the driver directly.

"Yang Ming, send some sets of clothes to the cemetery..." Leng Muxuan took out his mobile phone and called the driver. After visually checking Ran Zijin, he reported her weight and measurements. "The height is about 168, and the measurements are 80, 54, 85... Drive the Bugatti..."

Ran Zijin gritted his teeth, his gaze was really vicious, more accurate than any measuring instrument, and the data were all correct.This is definitely because playing with women a lot makes it so accurate!

"Take it to buy clothes." Leng Muxuan hung up the phone, and slowly wrote a check to Ran Zijin, he didn't care about what happened last night at all.

Things that can be solved with money are not considered a problem in his eyes.

Besides, he didn't cause any real harm to her, he just tore her clothes and frightened her.

Her identity is uncertain.

If she wasn't Ruan Yifei, then the money was just enough to compensate her for being frightened.

After working in the mall for so many years, Leng Muxuan has long developed the habit of not owing anyone.

He didn't owe even a little bit, because if he owed others, sooner or later he would have to pay back the principal with interest.

However, at this moment, Leng Muxuan did not expect that the only person he owed in his life would never be repaid.Even though later on, he tried all his life to love and care for that unique person, but he still missed the most important period of her life after all.

"I don't need it!" Ran Zijin clenched his fists, hiding the anger in his eyes, and said calmly and stubbornly.

She wrapped herself tightly in his suit, and she only wanted a set of clothes in her heart, so she hurriedly opened the Rolls-Royce, and left the dangerous creature Leng Muxuan.

"Then what do you want?" Leng Muxuan didn't have much patience to argue with her on this topic.

In the past, any woman who didn't have a little relationship with him wanted to pay for the house, and he didn't believe that she was an exception.

Of course, it is impossible for him to give Ran Zijin a house, after all, he did not vent his fire on her.

Businessmen value profits and seek value for money in everything. Ran Zijin's loss is not enough to be compensated with a house.

"What I want, you can't buy it with money!" Ran Zijin looked at Leng Muxuan disdainfully, could his filthy money buy back her first kiss and first night?
She had a cold face, her willow eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her watery eyes were full of resentment and hatred.

"It's not like I can't buy anything. Leng Muxuan just ask for the conditions." Leng Muxuan said in his usual negotiating tone, his innate kingly temperament made him arrogant.

The sudden sound of brakes interrupted Ran Zijin who was about to speak.

Leng Muxuan glanced at Ran Zijin lightly, then got out of the car.

(End of this chapter)