Mysterious president, get away from me!

Mo Ling snorted and turned his head to one side. He didn't want to pay attention to this hateful guy.

With this petite woman on his back, this weight is nothing to Mu Nianchen. His hands hold her firmly, and the faint fragrance of her body comes from behind and floats into his nose. All kinds of signs tell him that he is now holding her firmly beside him. Finally, he feels at ease that she belongs to him, and she used to be, It will be the same in the future.

She won't run away. She can't run away. That's good.

Mu Nianchen's lips rose contentedly, and his eyes were deeply smiling.

With the passage of time, the light of the sun is getting weaker and weaker, and the mountain forest is getting quieter and quieter.

Mo Ling held mu Nianchen's neck, leaned his head on his broad back, listened to his deep breathing, hesitated for a long time, and whispered, "tired? Take a break. "

"Not tired." Mu Nianchen smile, soft voice way, "this is the first time I carry you."

Mo Ling was stunned and recalled carefully. Sure enough, this was the first time he carried her. He held her countless times, but it was the first time he carried her.

Somehow, some bad taste in my heart, slightly astringent, slightly sour, but sour with a little sweet.

Mu Nianchen low smile, voice gentle to the bone, "between us, experienced a lot of the first time."

Yeah, they've had a lot of firsts.

For the first time, she was brutally taken away by him. For the first time, she was so afraid of the coming of night, because it meant that the devil with mask would appear. For the first time, she hated a person so much that she wanted to tear him to pieces. For the first time, she was so strong that she was fighting against the devil and fate

However, she was shocked for the first time. When they were hit by the earthquake, he rushed into the room and protected her.

For the first time, she trusted a person so much that as long as he was there, he would not hurt her.

For the first time, she fell in love with a man so deeply that she was willing to put down her self-esteem and past grudges for him, and wanted to live with him forever

Mo Ling's hands tightened involuntarily. He didn't speak, but his heart gradually approached him.

"Wife, this will be the last time I hurt you." His voice was low, with the solemnity of an oath.

Maureen still didn't speak, just hugged him more tightly.

He did not speak any more, and his arms held her closer.

It's getting darker and darker. Maureen turns on his flashlight to light up the road for him. The heavy footsteps reverberate in the quiet woods. Their backs gradually merge into the darkness. Under the guidance of the light, they go to the bright tomorrow.

"Take a break. You've been walking for more than an hour." Seeing that he was about to reach the foot of the mountain, Mo Ling once again persuaded him to have a rest.

Mu Nianchen looked up at the front and could see the people living at the foot of the mountain. He relaxed slightly and said in a warm voice, "OK, have a rest."

He put her on a rock mountain and sat down. Then he sat down beside her, slowly exhaled and took off his coat, revealing the tight black T-shirt he was wearing inside.

Mo Ling took the backpack off his back, took out a tissue from the bag and handed it to him, "wipe the sweat."

"Well," he said, picking up a tissue to wipe the sweat on his face, and she took out a bottle of water for him, "I've had a few drinks, you don't want to give up."

He chuckled. "When did I ever dislike you?"

He took the water with his slender fingers, unscrewed the cap, pointed it at the mouth, and took two gulps.

Mo Ling's eyes lingered on his chest for a moment, moved away silently, and said faintly, "how's the old man?"

"It's all right."

Mu Nianchen looked at her. In the light of the flashlight, her beautiful face looked cold. It seemed that she had just returned home and ignored him.

His heart next move, can't help but extend hand, will her chin slightly raised, bow.

"What are you doing?" She pushed him away angrily.

Mu Nianchen bitter hook lips, voice a little hoarse, "wife, don't look at me with the eyes of strangers."

Mo Ling's heart trembled and her lips moved a few times. She didn't want to say anything after all. She didn't want to treat him coldly. She just didn't know how to face him.

Two people sit silently, the night wind blowing through the woods, make a rustle sound, Mo Ling looked at his short sleeve T-shirt, finally can't help but remind, "put on your clothes, it's cold at night."

His eyes gliding through the shallow light, like a child, obediently answered "yes" and put on his clothes carefully.

His action, let her feel sweet, again hard heart to him, silent sigh, said, "let's go home."

Going home means Jingyuan, the home of the two of them.

Mu Nianchen's eyes are brighter and brighter than the stars in the sky. He holds her hand and tries to control his emotions. After a while, he smiles and says, "OK."

He still turned his back to her, squatted slightly, stretched out his hands, and let her lie on his back.

She shook her head and refused, "no, my feet are OK. I can walk by myself."

He insisted, "wife, be obedient. We can get to the parking lot in ten minutes at most."

In the end, Mo Ling couldn't beat him and fell on his broad back.

I don't know from that moment on, they gradually returned to normal communication.

He said, "wife, grandma has promised our marriage, she will help persuade grandfather."

She gave a "Oh".

He said, "wife, when our grandparents agree to our marriage, we'll tell Xichen the truth. How about a family reunion?"

She hesitated for a long time, until he had walked out of the forest and into the parking lot, she whispered a "good" word.

Guicha, Gu Xiaoqiao, and Li Jinshu are waiting for mu Chenhan and Mo Ling in the parking lot. Seeing their safe return, they get into a car and entrust Mo Ling to Mu Chenhan.

As the car drove away from the parking lot, Yingxia mountain gradually faded out of sight. Mo Ling looked at the scenery outside the window with nostalgia, letting the night wind blow his long hair in a mess.

"If you like, we can come back later." Mu Nianchen turned to look at her, her deep and charming eyes filled with tenderness.

Mo Ling shook his head and said, "it's enough to see the same scenery once. If you see more, you will forget what it was like when you were moved by her scenery at first."

It's the same to love someone. She has used so much energy and courage to love someone. If two people are separated, she thinks that she has no strength to love another person.

When the car drove into Mu's manor, it was more than nine o'clock in the night. Mu Nianchen stopped the car and looked around at the woman sitting in the passenger seat. I don't know when, she had fallen asleep.

He leaned close, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, sexy thin lips slightly hook, gently kiss on her cheek.

A moment later, mu Nianchen took the sleeping woman out of the car and carried her to Jingyuan.

All the way, she didn't wake up. She put her on the big bed in the bedroom, and she didn't wake up either. However, when he just put his body into the quilt after taking a bath, and was about to put her into his arms, she suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him foolishly for a long time. Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide, and a look of vigilance appeared on her face, "How did you get to my bed?"

Mu Nianchen had no choice but to hook his lips. He said in a warm voice, "wife, have you forgotten that we are in Jingyuan? This is my bedroom."

"That..." Mo Ling suddenly recovered, coughed awkwardly and said, "I don't care. You sleep in the guest room tonight!"