Mysterious president, get away from me!

She moved her heart and looked away without any trace. "It's because of Pan Jinru. Oh no, it's exactly pan Xiangning. Is it because of her? You're afraid she's going after me and Xichen? "

"I can't hide anything from you." The Mu Chen cold helplessly hooked to hook lips, "if don't tell you, only afraid you will be wishful thinking.". This time back to C City, I'm going to have a showdown with Pan Xiangning and Ouyang ba. At that time, I may not be able to take care of this. Xichen will entrust it to you. I have arranged more than ten people in the dark, so it should be more than enough to protect your safety. "

Mo Ling frowned, "more than ten people... You transfer so many people all at once. Are you enough on your side?"

Mu Chen cold Mou in ignite a cluster of bright light, on handsome face peep out a smile, "are you worried about me?"

Mo Ling gave him a white eye. "I'm afraid you can't make Ouyang Ba and pan Xiangning. They're not so easy to deal with. Besides, if you have an accident, the saddest thing is Xichen. I love Xichen. "

The light in his eyes became more and more brilliant, the smile on his face deepened, and he nodded leisurely, "in a word, you are worried about me."

Mo Ling angrily turned around, "... I have no way to communicate with you." I didn't find out before. This guy is a narcissist.

When she was angry, her expression was the same as before. He couldn't help holding out his hand, holding her shoulder, leaning her in his arms and whispering, "I opened an account in the name of hichen in Swiss bank. The money saved in it is enough for him to spend his whole life. Now I give you my bank card to keep. The password is your birthday and hichen's birthday. When hichen comes of age, You give him the card again. "

Having said that, he has put a bank card into her hand.

Mo Ling stares at the bank card in her hand. She can't tell what it's like. The password is her and Xichen's birthday... She suddenly clenches the bank card, looks up at him and says coldly, "what are you doing now? What's going on? "

He looked calm, "just in case."

"In case of what?" She was suddenly excited, and her eyes were glowing. She said harshly, "you're not on the battlefield. Why are you so sad? If you don't trust Xichen, get back safely! "

She put the bank card into his hand and continued to rage, "return the card to you, keep it for yourself, and then give it to him when Xi Chen comes of age!"

She threw away his arm angrily and turned angrily to leave. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "I'll be back."

She turned her back to him, her lips trembled slightly, and said angrily, "if you want to die, you can die. I'm not qualified to care about you, and I don't want to care about you. Let go!"

"Don't worry. I'll be fine. I'll be back." He suddenly pulled her into his arms, put his hands around her waist, and then buried his head in her neck. His deep voice was like the beautiful sound of a cello. "With you and Xichen waiting for me, I can't bear to come back."

At the moment when she was angry with him, he felt very happy, because she cared about him and she was reluctant to let him die.

"Ah Ling, you don't want me to die, do you?"

"If it wasn't for Xichen, I wouldn't care about you. Don't be so sentimental! Don't touch me, go away

"You're just a little villain who can't bear me."

He didn't pay any attention to her anger at all. He chuckled twice, suddenly pulled her chin and gently kissed her lips.

She raised her hand, slapped him in the face, and pushed him away.

She was like a furious little beast, slightly arched back, lips slightly open, breathing quickly, with angry eyes at him.

"I hate your behavior!" She bit her teeth, every word.

The enchantment in his eyes suddenly disappeared, leaving only the darkness of eternal night. He stepped forward, his undulating chest was obviously suppressed, and his low voice was slightly hoarse. "I just want to say goodbye to you."

"You don't need this way to say goodbye!" Mo Ling's eyes are burning, and his heart is killing him.

"Don't blame me."

His Obsidian eyes were staring at her deeply, and his long legs took another step forward, closer to her. Her nerves were tense, and she stepped back two steps.

"Don't come here again!" Her delicate cheeks were stained with anger, and she said coldly, "if there's anything else, just say it."

"Before I come back, protect myself, protect the children." His dark eyes doted on her, "no matter what happens, you have to believe me, I will come back."

Facing his sight, Maureen's heart was like waves, and her emotion was complex and difficult to distinguish. For a moment of silence, she solemnly said, "take care."

With that, she took a deep look at him, turned and set foot on the path when she came. The moonlight poured down on her thin back. Mu Chen Han stood in the same place, watching her figure disappear completely, sexy lips suddenly raised a light radian, finger belly gently wiped lips, fingertips still belong to her fragrance.

That night, Mo Ling didn't sleep very well. She had many dreams about people and things in the past, pan Xiangning with a knife to cut her stomach, and the man wearing a mask.

Waking up from the nightmare, it was already three o'clock in the morning. She was drenched with cold sweat and felt sticky. After taking a bath in the bathroom, she became more awake and couldn't sleep any more.

She simply put on a coat and went to the studio. She sat down in front of the easel, picked up a brush and continued to draw the unfinished landscape.

Five years ago, the meridians of her right hand were damaged. After two years of recuperation, she picked up the brush again. At first, she could only hold the brush for a few minutes, and her right hand would lose strength. She bit her teeth to exercise herself. Slowly, five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour... She held the brush for a longer time, but it was very difficult to use it, She can only simply sketch lines

Looking at the disorganized lines drawn by herself, Mo Ling was frustrated and dejected for a time. She was angry and annoyed, and burned everything in the studio. Later, it was Tong Xuan, the wife of Nangong Jue, who comforted her and enlightened her, and then she regained her spirits. It took another three years for her right hand to gradually recover its sensitivity.

This is the first painting she painted after her right hand recovered.

What she painted is the sunrise. On the endless sea, a red rising sun slowly leaps out of the sea. The golden rays spread on the water, just like crushed gold. The waves are bright. Several fishing boats dock on the shore. The port gradually has pedestrians, and it seems that they are enjoying the magnificent scenery of nature.

Sunrise, a hopeful morning. This painting is a gift that Maureen intends to give to Xichen. A five-year-old child may not understand the implied meaning of the painting, but she just wants to give him this painting which is of great significance and devotes her painstaking efforts. When he grows up, he will understand her good intentions.

Ding Ling——

The doorbell downstairs awakens Mo Ling, who focuses on painting.

She looked up at the clock on the wall. Ah, it's already seven o'clock. It's time to wake Zhuzhu up.

As she thought this, she hurried downstairs, wondering who was knocking at the door so early.

Opening the door, Maureen saw Xi Chen dressed neatly, with a small schoolbag on his back, Pikachu pillow in one hand and two roses in the other. Xichen tilted his head and showed a lovely smile, "good morning, auntie. Here are some roses."

"Thank you." Maureen quickly took the rose and invited him in, "Xichen, why is it so early today?"

"The second uncle came back to C City early in the morning. I thought of saying goodbye to him earlier." Xichen thought of something and added, "Auntie, the second uncle said he didn't want to disturb you to sleep, so he didn't come to say goodbye to you. Don't blame him."

"Well, I see." Mo Ling helpless, this little guy, always try to make her with Mu Chen cold, also always say his good words in front of her.

"The second uncle told me to stay with my aunt for a few days, so I moved things here." Xichen walked to the living room, put the pillow in his hand on the sofa, stood obediently, his eyes full of expectation, "Auntie, can I put my things in the room now?"

"Yes, my aunt cleaned up the room last night." Mo Ling was so cute that her heart almost melted. She couldn't help reaching out and touching his head and said with a smile, "is the bag heavy? Can I help you, Auntie? "

"No, I'll carry it myself. I'm a man."

Xichen raised his chin haughtily, his face was pink, and Maureen wanted to kiss him.

She forced herself to look away from his face and said with a smile, "well, let's go upstairs."

She helped him to hold his Pikachu pillow and take his little hand upstairs.

"Auntie, is Zhuzhu still sleeping?"

"Yes, that little sluggard hasn't woken up yet. When we've sorted out your things, will you go and wake her up?"

"Good." Xichen nodded his head with a smile. He just meant it. Aunt is so sweet.

The room that Mo Ling helped him prepare is next to Zhu Zhu's room. With brand-new quilts and sheets, beautiful desks and desk lamps, and some children's toys, standing in front of the huge glass window, you can see the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

"If you are dissatisfied with something, please tell your aunt, and she will help you rearrange it."

"It's beautiful. I like it very much. Thank you, auntie."

Xichen took down the small schoolbag behind him, opened the zipper, took out his small computer from it and put it on the desk, then reached into the bag and pulled out a beautiful porcelain cup.

He handed the cup to Maureen and blinked his beautiful eyes. "Auntie, this is the second uncle who asked me to give it to you."

"The cup? Why did he give me a cup? " Mo Ling took the cup suspiciously and looked at it carefully. It's a cherry blossom Japanese style ceramic cup. It's white with pink flowers. The porcelain is warm and moist. It's very beautiful. Besides, it looks familiar. It seems that I've seen it somewhere.

Xichen covered her mouth and snickered. Her beautiful black eyes blinked. "Auntie, don't you know what it means to send a cup? A cup, and a lifetime of homophony Oh, love you for a lifetime of what, not too sweet Oh

"..." Mo Ling's face turned black and put the cup in front of Xichen, "I can't take this cup. Xichen, help me return it to him."

"No way." Xichen spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and looked helpless. "I'm only responsible for giving gifts, not for returning them. If your aunt doesn't like it, please give it back to my second uncle in person. "

Mo Ling pinched his face of steamed stuffed bun, pretended to be angry, and said, "little thing, you mean it, don't you?"

"No, I'm the little angel of my second uncle's love. I'm only responsible for delivering love." The little guy kept blinking, "Auntie, the second uncle said, this cup is actually returned to its original owner. It belongs to you."