Mysterious president, get away from me!

Pan Jinru paced in the room for a long time, then suddenly stopped. She took out her mobile phone and dialed a phone number. In the dressing mirror, her well maintained face appeared. Her white and delicate face, like a young woman, was dyed with a bright smile, and a charming style flowed between her eyebrows and eyes.

She opened her lips gently, and her voice was soft. "Brother Ba, it's a bit tricky. The old woman protects that bitch very tightly. Even Yuntian can't step into the sanatorium. Why don't you send some people to inquire about the news first, and then we'll make plans. What do you think?"

Ear, came the man's strong low voice, "well, I will send someone to inquire about the news, Jin, I miss you."

Pan Jinru's fingers twined her hair around her ears. She was as coquettish as a girl. "I hate it. Haven't we just met two days ago? Are you not tired of it? "

The man chuckles in a low voice, the laughter is ambiguous and lingering, "even if I am with you every day, I will not be tired of it. I miss you so much that I can't sleep. What can I do?"

"Well said, I don't believe it..." pan Jinru didn't admit it, but he had a sweet smile on his face, just like a girl in love.

Pan Jinru's face is flying. She's on the phone and porridge is boiling sweetly. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. She quickly stops smiling and says in a low voice, "someone's knocking. We'll talk next time."

The man didn't know what to say, she laughed and scolded a "hate", and then hung up the phone in a hurry, light way, "come in."

A servant helped the drunken Mu Boyuan to push the door. Pan Jinru twisted his eyebrows without any trace and said faintly, "how come the master is drunk again?"

"Mr. Wang, the driver, said that when the master attended the reception hosted by the vice minister tonight, his colleagues and subordinates toasted one after another, he drank two more cups."

Pan Jinru waved his hand, "help the master to the bed."

Every time Mu Boyuan comes back drunk, pan Jinru helps her wipe her body, so the servant just helps him to bed and exits the room.

Only their husband and wife were left in the room. Pan Jinru showed disgust on her face. She rudely unbuttoned for mu Boyuan and complained, "I'm drunk every three to five. What kind of leader are you? I think the drunkard is almost the same..."

When she took off his coat and saw the red lipstick on the white shirt, she was very angry and slapped Mu Boyuan in the face. Mu Boyuan was so drunk that he couldn't think of anything. Even if she slapped him, she didn't feel it. She just turned her head and still fell asleep.

"The party? I think it's you bastards. It's a pretty good occasion to have fun! "

Pan Jinru scolded his shirt, which had been infected with women's perfume and lipstick, and threw it into a mess and threw it into the trash bin angrily.

"Dare to do something that I'm sorry for you, I'll cut you off with one size fits all!"

She fetched a basin of water and wiped his body with a wet towel. The action was very rude and forced, which made his skin red.

No one could have imagined that Mu Boyuan, a man who is powerful in C City, would be treated like this by his wife after getting drunk. Even he didn't know it.

Without the noise of cicadas, autumn evening is quiet.

Willow was dyed with a layer of light gold by the afterglow, dancing in the evening breeze, the inverted branches rippled in the blue lake, rippling in circles.

Mo Ling is walking leisurely by the artificial lake, but she is thinking about her letter to Xiao Qiao. Does she understand it? Does she contact Nangong Jue for help.

Maybe, she shouldn't involve Xiao Qiao. With Xiao Qiao's temperament, if she knows that she is in deep trouble, if she runs to the Mu family, it will be miserable... Alas, I hope Xiao Qiao will listen to her and don't do dangerous things!

Maureen stepped down and looked at the beautiful scenery of the setting sun. He looked very lonely.

The sound of footsteps came from behind. She thought it was the maid in the courtyard. She didn't pay attention to it until a sweater covered her shoulder. Mu Chenhan's calm voice came from behind. "It's windy by the lake. Be careful to catch cold."

Mo Ling clenched her hand tightly and looked at the sparkling lake. She saw a touch of disgust at the bottom of her eyes and said nothing.

Mu Chen cold walks to her body side, two people, a left and a right stand quietly, red maple leaf is beating to spin son to fall at two people's feet.

Mo Ling looked at the front without expression and said coldly, "what are you doing here?" People who haven't appeared for more than ten days suddenly appear. Something must have happened.

The golden sunset shrouded mu Chenhan's body and dyed a layer of warm color in his eyes. He looked at her with a light tone. "I've come to see my son. What's wrong?"

She coldly hooked the hook lip, suddenly turned to face him, "then you quickly look, after reading quickly go, don't stay here to hinder my eyes."

He stared at her without expression. "Need I remind you, this is my place, can I come and go freely?"

"Then you stay here. I'm going back."

She turned around and left. Even if she stood here, breathing the same air as him, she felt uncomfortable. Why, why did she take this demon like man as Nianchen's substitute? She felt unforgivable at the thought that she even had a little fancy for him. She had no eyes at all!

"Don't you want to go outside?"

His voice came from behind without any emotion, and Maureen stepped.

It's tempting to leave the house and go outside. She hasn't left the cage for months to see the vast sky outside. What's more, if she can go out for a walk, she may have a chance to contact Nangong Jue

"Don't you want to go?"

Mo Ling turned around, expressionless, "go, why not go!"

She thought that he would take her down the mountain, but she never thought that he just took her to an orchard outside the villa.

There was an orchard not far from the villa. She had lived here for so long, but she didn't know it.

Mu Chen Han takes Mo Ling's hand and walks into the orchard. Mo Ling earned, did not break away, he just agreed to take her out, but the premise is that he accompanied.

It's preventing her from running away! Mo Ling laughs sarcastically. It's only mu Chenhan's private house within a few kilometers. Even if she died here, no one would know. He's not at ease. Even if he takes one more step, he wants to put a collar around her neck and hold it in his hand. Is it meaningful?

Mu Chenhan feels the repulsion of the small hand in his hand, and relaxes his strength without any trace, but he still guarantees to be in his control.

The hand in his hand was warm and soft. He could not help palpitating in a certain corner of his heart. A light warm color appeared in his eyes. It seems that I haven't taken such an easy walk for a long time, without distractions and burdens. Glancing at the woman beside him, her delicate and beautiful face clearly said that she was not willing to walk. As she walked, she pulled the leaves on the branches like a child. His eyes flashed a bright light, and her merciless thin lips slowly curved into a beautiful arc.

There are many sweet scented osmanthus trees planted in the orchard, which are fragrant and pleasant. Further on, on the tall persimmon trees, the ripe red persimmons are inlaid on the branches, just like small red lanterns, which makes people greedy.

Maureen couldn't help looking at it more.

Mu Chen cold side face sees her, thin lip tiny lift, "want to want to eat?"

Mo Ling disdained to curl his lips, deliberately angry with him, "what do you want to eat, so high, don't you have the ability to take it off?"

The persimmon tree is at least seven or eight meters high. She doesn't believe that this man who has a habit of cleanliness will climb up the tree to pick persimmons regardless of his image.

Mu Chen cold Mou light is deep, light way, "if I pick down how to say?"

She sneered, "it's impossible. There's no need to discuss it."

"Is it possible? I has the final say." He long body jade stand, domineering full, "how about, we bet?"

"Come on, how do you bet?" Maureen just couldn't get used to his arrogance. He was determined to fight him to the end.

He light way, "if I pick persimmon, you will take the initiative to accompany me one night."

"..." Mo Ling's face was red with anger, and he cried angrily, "you are really insane to say such obscene words with such an upright expression. I don't want to gamble with you, pervert!"

His face was calm, as if the person who was scolded was not him. He even bent his lips, and his voice was full of bewitching. "Since I don't want to bet, then forget it. I thought that if I lost the bet, I would take you down the mountain and allow you to see Gu Xiaoqiao."

Mo Ling clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. "OK, bet on it. However, there are restrictions. First of all, there is a time limit. You must pick the persimmon in one minute. Secondly, the persimmon on the top branch must be picked. Finally, you can't use a bamboo pole or a scythe. You have to pick it by hand. Do you dare to gamble? "

The highest branch is at least eight meters long and very slender. Even if he climbs up the tree trunk in one minute, he will not be able to pick the fruit from that branch. She has limited the conditions, and does not allow him to use foreign things. Hum, arrogant Mu Er Shao, you can fight if you have the ability!

Mo Ling thought that Mu Chen Han would give up gambling. Unexpectedly, he nodded slightly and said calmly, "OK, according to your conditions, but I also have a condition."

"What?"

"No matter who is the loser, you can't cheat. You must abide by the gambling agreement." He stared at her meaningfully, as if he were sure she would lose.

Mo Ling is impatient, clench a fist way, "this sentence originally is I want to say to you!"

"High fives. After high fives, the bet will be established. Of course, if you want to go back, there's still time. "

Even if Mo Ling had the meaning of repentance, she was dismissed by his slightly sarcastic words. She coldly faced and hit his right palm hard.

"Time starts!" Mo Ling is far away from persimmon tree, raise wrist, while timing, at the same time pay attention to Mu Chen cold action.

Instead of climbing up the tree in such a hurry as she expected, he bent down to pick up something and kept going backward to a distance of two or three meters away from the trunk. Suddenly, he raised his arm and threw something in his palm at the highest branch.

A small stone flew to the branch like lightning and banged on the branch. A red persimmon was knocked down and fell down quickly. Mo Ling cried out that it was not good. Mu Chenhan had already run to the tree and caught the persimmon steadily.

He raised the persimmon in good condition, eyebrows stretch, eyes show a faint smile, "a minute, eh?"

Maureen stomped angrily, "you are a foul, I said, you must pick it with your hand."

He once again raised the persimmon in his hand, "I don't use hands, but feet?"

She was angry. "You know I didn't mean that. You're changing the concept. Besides, I said you can't use foreign things. You borrowed stones!"

"You mean you can't use a bamboo pole or a scythe. I use a stone. It's neither a bamboo pole nor a scythe." Mu Chen Han takes persimmon to approach to her, the face of handsome extraordinary peeps out the look of sarcasm, "you can't afford to gamble, want to cheat?"