Mysterious president, get away from me!

She roared with emotion. Her thin body trembled slightly under his palm. He suddenly realized that she had lost a lot of weight these days. Her big eyes were inlaid on her pale and thin face, which made her bigger and brighter.

His face was gloomy and his thin lips were tight. At last, he held back some hard words and suddenly bent down to hold her up.

"What are you doing, you lunatic!" Mo Ling caught off guard and was suddenly held in his arms. He was angry and thumped him on the back.

As if he didn't feel it, he still held her very tightly. Every step was very steady and steady. He looked down at her and said in a low voice, "if you have anything to say, you're all wet now."

She is ungrateful, tone is very blunt, "I have feet, can walk, you put me down!"

He didn't pay any attention to her protest at all, and lightly spat out two words, "don't let go."

Mo Ling has a sense of powerlessness when she hits cotton. She knows his personality and how stubborn he is. It's meaningless to entangle with him. She simply closes her mouth and lets him hold her.

"What can I do for you?"

"Nothing!"

He honestly "Oh", comforted her and said, "it will be here soon."

Mo Ling was silent.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

There was a blank expression on his face. "What?"

Blushing with shame, she bit her lip and said, "I move forward. Why do you move forward?"

He raised eyebrows in surprise, a face of "I'm all for you" expression, said, "you always move, in case of falling down how to do, I naturally want to hold you."

"You put me down and I'll go by myself!" If he holds her like this again, she will be eaten up by him.

Where is mu Chen cold willing to put down the soft jade warm fragrance in the bosom, the facial expression says solemnly, "don't make trouble, soon arrived."

"No, I'll go by myself!"

"The water on the ground is too deep. Don't dirty your shoes. Be obedient."

"The shoes have been dirty for a long time. Don't worry so much. Don't talk nonsense. Let me go now!"

His hand around her waist tightened, and his voice suddenly became low and charming. "I haven't held you for a long time. Let me hold you a little longer."

"..." finally revealed the fox tail, this hateful man!

Mo Ling was angry and ashamed. He held out his right hand and pinched him hard. He yelled, "you rascal, let me go!"

"I'm just telling the truth. How can I become a hooligan?"

He looked down at her, and a look of grievance appeared on his handsome face. A big man, with a childlike expression of grievance, didn't have the slightest sense of disobedience.

God, Mo Ling is about to be driven crazy by his shameful idea!

It's all his fault. It's this man who made her fall into such a predicament. She had cut off the connection with the past, but he approached her again and again, and reminded her of the past again and again. How can he be so hateful!

Just after the ups and downs of the mood, it fluctuated again. During this period of time, all the accumulated negative emotions gushed out. She could not help but red eyes and tears welled up in her eyes. She clenched her fist, thumped his back, and complained in a trembling voice, "asshole, I hate you. I had a good life. Why do you want to disturb me? Can't you get out of my world quietly? You go, take Xichen back to Mu's house, and don't show up in front of me any more! "

She has no way to accept, no way to accept that she likes the man who has hurt her, she thinks that she is cheap! She would rather drive him away than admit her feelings!

The more she thought about it, the more she was wronged and the more she thought about it, the more she felt sad. Tears were like broken beads, falling all the time. She shrank into a ball and cried, which made Mu Chen's heart ache.

He hugged her more tightly, tightened the corners of his lips, walked quickly to the car, and carried her into the car. She was wet, pitiful and embarrassed, shivering, like a homeless little wild cat on a rainy day.

He picked up a dry blanket, wrapped her tightly, and held her in his arms.

"Don't cry. It's my fault. It's all my fault." As he wiped her wet hair with a dry towel, he whispered in her ear.

All she knew was to cry, out of breath, pouring out all the injuries and grievances she had suffered over the years. He had just wiped the tears on her face, and the warm tears welled up again, and her cheeks were again wet. His heart is sour and painful. If there is a time machine that can let him go back to the past and change those absurd times, he is willing to do it even at what cost.

"Ling..." Wen whispered, "wife... Believe me, I won't let you get hurt again."

She didn't want to look at him or listen to his sweet words. The sipping had stopped and she was just crying quietly.

This kind of her, but let him more distressed.

His generous palm gently stroked her hair, saying nothing more, just want to hold her like this all his life.

The sky outside the window is getting darker and darker. The neon lights on the street are shining brightly. Through the window glass, the lights fall on her tearful face and shine into her tearful eyes. They are as bright as diamonds.

A woman's tears are as precious as treasure. Those who really love her are reluctant to let her cry.

Mu Chenhan bowed his head, gently kisses the corner of her eyes, kisses the tears on her face, bit by bit, carefully, very gentle, he repents for the past, he is suffering from the past, but the past is the past, can not be changed, he has at least a lifetime to pray for her forgiveness, to heal the wound in her heart, to warm her cold heart.

Can't forgive, can't accept.

He gently kisses her forehead and says in a warm voice, "just stay where you are. I'll take the rest."

She hung her eyes, covered the surging emotion in her eyes and said coldly, "we are in two parallel worlds. No matter how hard you try, you will not come to me."

"Yes."

"No

"Yes."

"Never."

"It's always a long time. Don't say that word so easily." He was like a child who comforted and made a little temper. He said with a warm smile, "when you left five years ago, I thought I would never see you again, but you see, we are still reunited. Nothing is absolute. I believe that as long as we work hard, we can create miracles. "

Her long eyelashes trembled, her voice still cold, "I don't believe in miracles."

He gave a gentle smile, "then wait for me to create it for you."

She didn't want to continue this topic. It was a topic that could never be debated. She turned her head and looked out the window at the dim night scene.

He rubbed her hair and said in a warm voice, "take a break. I'll drive."

In the carriage, it was warm and quiet. He was driving in front of her. She was sitting in the back row and closed her eyes to rest. Occasionally, he looked up at her in the rearview mirror and saw her quiet face. His heart was filled with something, soft and peaceful. That kind of taste is called happiness, the happiness of her company.

When the car arrived at home, the servant came down with an umbrella to greet him.

After getting off the car, mu Chenhan opens the back door and finds that Mo Ling has fallen asleep with her head on her side. He bends his lips and holds her out of the car. Mo Ling is always alert. This time, he holds her up, but there is no sign of waking up. Looking at her sleeping appearance, mu Chenhan's smile deepens.

The servant quickly put the umbrella over their heads to protect them all the way back to the villa.

Zhu Zhu and Xi Chen have been waiting at the entrance. Seeing mu Chenhan holding Mo Ling back, they show a surprised expression. Zhu Zhu's face turns white with fright. "Uncle mu? Aren't you dead? "

Mu Chen cold mildly smile, explain a way, "the person outside mistakenly thinks uncle died, actually uncle didn't die."

Zhu Zhu seemed to know nothing and nodded stupidly.

Xichen knew that his second uncle had not died, and that Pan Xiangning and Ouyang Ba had been cleaned up by his second uncle, so he was not surprised. He quickly focused on Mo Ling and asked, "second uncle, what's wrong with aunt Mo? Is she not feeling well? "

Mu Chen cold droops Mou to see the woman in the bosom, tiny smile, "she is too tired, fell asleep, I send her upstairs, you obediently play downstairs."

"Good!" Xi Chen agreed very simply, as long as he can let uncle and aunt Mo alone, he will fully cooperate.

Zhu Zhu nodded and said "OK". Mommy is tired, so she should have a good rest.

Five years later, mu Chenhan stepped into Mo Ling's bedroom for the first time.

Room decoration is comfortable, warm and gives people a strong sense of home. Embroidered Brocade is covered on the big bed. Two lazy sofas are randomly located in front of the French window. The air is filled with a faint fragrance, which is the familiar fragrance on her body.

Mu Chen cold lips slightly Yang, first put the person in arms on the sofa, she is still wearing wet clothes, hair is not dry, put her in the quilt will wet the bed, and also easy to catch a cold.

He wanted to ask the servant to come in and help her change her clothes. As soon as he got up, he changed his mind. The radian of his lips smelled bad.

When she saw him squatting in front of her, she seemed surprised and lowered her head. With a scream, she suddenly swept her leg and kicked him solidly.

He was so caught off guard that he almost fell to the ground and propped his right hand back that he didn't lose face in front of her.

In a panic, she pulled the blanket over her chest and scolded him angrily

Mu Chen cold bitter smile, "I just want to help you change clothes, you wear wet clothes to sleep, will catch a cold."

"You can ask sister Wang to help me change. You are a big man. What can you do for me? You, you are on purpose

She was shy and angry. Her cheeks were red. She tugged at the blanket in one hand and pointed to the door in the other. "Who let you into my room, you go out for me!"

"OK, I'll go out. Don't get excited. Put on your clothes and take a hot bath. Don't catch a cold."

He stood up leisurely, with a warm smile and a gentle voice, as if the man she scolded and beat was not him.