The local tyrant president is not easy to mess with

Chapter 3 A mole in the palm
Leng Muxuan pinched his nose with his slender fingers and nodded, "I don't bully women."

"Okay! I'll drink then!"

Ran Zijin held the wine bottle with the heroism of a strong man who would never return. He pinched his nose and raised his head, drinking a whole bottle of liquor with a degree of more than [-] degrees in one go.

She turned the empty wine bottle down, as if showing off, "Not a drop left! I drink..." It was clean.

Before she finished speaking, she swayed and fell to the ground.

Leng Muxuan grabbed Ran Zijin's arm and pulled her back.

But Ran Zijin threw himself into his arms, put his arms around his waist and did not move.

Drunk?Leng Muxuan raised his eyebrows, she came to sell wine, he didn't take a sip, but she was so drunk that she passed out!

The small face attached to his chest has fair skin, the closed eyes are slightly upturned, the thick eyelashes are rolled up, a faint light and shadow are imprinted on the bottom of the eyes, and there is a full red lip under the small nose...

She and Ruan Yifei are like one person!

Out of humanitarianism, Leng Muxuan hugged the unconscious Ran Zijin and went upstairs to book a room.

Ran Zijin slept soundly on the spacious bed, while Leng Muxuan was sitting on the sofa holding a goblet, with a very bad expression on his face.

Four years!Ruan Yifei has been dead for four years!
The woman he loved so much disappeared from his life suddenly five years ago, and a year later all he got was a tomb without photos or epitaphs.

Her sudden disappearance, inexplicable death and tombstone made things seem very strange.

Leng Muxuan did not see her body, so he still does not believe that she is dead.

The moment Ran Zijin poked her head into the gate of Peony Pavilion, Leng Muxuan really thought that Ruan Yifei had come back, so he called her in, but she said she was a small salesman.

The last time Ruan Yifei saw him, she was poking her head like this at the door of his study, and after being caught by him, she threw herself into his arms with a smile.

She said, "Mu Xuan, guess what's in my palm?"

"A mole." He kissed the tip of her hair lightly. "I am a mole on your palm, and you are also a mole on my palm. No one can escape from someone's palm."

"Then you must always remember." She pressed the mole on the palm of her right hand to his lips, "No matter who has such a mole on the palm, the only person you like is me."

"I only recognize people, not moles!" He held her little hand and kissed the moles on his palm. "I'll never mistake my Iffy."

"Even if someone looks exactly like me, won't you admit it?"

"So no confidence in me?" He pampered her hair.

"No." She smiled in satisfaction, kissed him heavily on the cheek, and stretched out her hand to him, "Mu Xuan, can you give me the photo you secretly took when you first met me?"

Without thinking too much, he took out the photo and gave it to her, "This is our common property. I will keep it for you now, and we will keep it together in the future."

Her frowns and smiles seemed to be still in front of my eyes, and they were so clear that they couldn't be more clear, but the reality was that she took the photo, disappeared without a trace and died.

Leng Muxuan raised his forehead, took out his wallet, and looked at Ruan Yifei's photo in the interlayer.

(End of this chapter)