Sweet Love: Cute Wife, Don't Run

With a wave of his long arm, Duan Jingyu brought the person into his embrace. Lin Menghan habitually rubbed himself against his, and then found a comfortable place to continue his beautiful dreams.

"You won't be so lucky tomorrow!" Duan Jingyu gritted his teeth as he whispered this into Lin Menghan's ear.

For the time being, he would have to show mercy and let her off this time. Tomorrow, he definitely wouldn't feel wronged like this anymore.

If Lin Menghan knew what he was thinking, she would definitely think of staying even further away from him, because she didn't want to make herself feel wronged either!

Lin Menghan had finally rested for a day and decided to stay at home to watch TV. She didn't think that Duan Jingyu would be here too.

It was just that, she was watching TV, while Duan Jingyu was reading books.

Hearing the waves of laughter that sounded like silver bells ringing in her ears, Duan Jingyu's attention was focused on her, and coincidentally caught her laughing.

She immediately stopped laughing and looked at him apologetically. "If you think it's noisy, you can go to the study room."

Duan Jingyu ignored her and continued to lower his head to read. Rather than sitting alone in the study room, he would rather be disturbed by her.

Seeing that, Lin Menghan did not say anymore, and continued watching TV, but this time she was obviously not paying attention.

After glancing at Duan Jingyu a few times, the other person was still sitting firmly as if he was an old monk. For some reason, Lin Menghan suddenly thought of what Bai Lele had said a few days ago.

After thinking about it, he felt that he should ask, "I heard that you want to go abroad during New Year's?"

"Who told you that?" Duan Jingyu looked at her with his sharp eyes.

Lin Menghan did not think much of it, and felt that it was reasonable and confident. Since Bai Lele said that a lot of people knew about this, then it means that it was not a taboo. Duan Jingyu had no reason to be angry at her for this.

"Don't look at me like that, this is what everyone outside knows!" Looking at Duan Jingyu's expression, Lin Menghan was still a little afraid. She swallowed her saliva and continued, "I heard you say that too, so I just casually asked."

Duan Jingyu's expression was complex, he did not answer and in the end, said indifferently, "I will not leave this place this year."

Lin Menghan curled her lips. She was actually anxious for him to leave as soon as possible.

"Why do I feel like you're secretly saying bad things about me in your heart?" Duan Jingyu suddenly said faintly.

Lin Menghan's hands trembled, and the potato chips in the snack belt fell to the ground. She quickly raised a bright smile. "How is that possible? I don't even have enough time to worship you, how can I curse you in my heart? "

"Why do I feel that you're very guilty?"

"I didn't! Duan Jingyu, you aren't the worm in my stomach, how would you know that I'm feeling guilty? "

"Then why don't I turn into a worm and burrow into your stomach before questioning you?"

Lin Menghan shivered, she stared at Duan Jingyu in disdain, "Are you deliberately trying to disgust me?"

"You mentioned it first."

Lin Menghan felt that she would really be angered to death: "Duan Jingyu, what do you think I want to say? Can you not change the topic? "

"No, I said I won't go abroad this year." Duan Jingyu said in all seriousness.

Lin Menghan still could not hold back her curiosity, "Then why did you go abroad every new year before?"

Hearing that she had changed the topic again, a haze flashed across Duan Jingyu's eyes, but he still remained expressionless, "It's nothing, just bored and scattered."

Lin Menghan frowned.

Boring? Well, that was a reason. Moreover, Duan Jingyu could indeed do such a thing.

But even if there was another reason, Duan Jingyu would probably not tell her the truth, cursing himself in his heart.

"You are now the mistress of the Duan Clan, so I'll leave the festive matters to you to prepare." With that, Duan Jingyu left.

Lin Menghan was helpless, she only had two chances to celebrate New Year here anyways, she did not have much intentions towards the position of the mistress.

However, the most important thing right now was that Lin Menghan felt that she was a very responsible person.

In the past, she would always be with her father during the Spring Festival, but later on, when Zhou Yue and Lin Wanrou entered the house, she and her father spent less time together.

This year was the worst. Her father had died, leaving her alone.

However, compared to Duan Jingyu, she felt that he was more lucky, and not better off. Unlike Duan Jingyu, who had always been alone, only a few people could endure that kind of desolation.

He didn't know what Duan Jingyu had actually experienced, but his icy face should probably be the shadow left behind by his childhood. Lin Menghan thought.

In the study, Duan Jingyu stood by the window with a lighted cigarette in his hand.

He rarely smoked, except when his emotions were unbearable, just as he was now, staring out the window at the night view of the city, his mind in a whirl.

Lin Menghan's words made him think of all the past events that she wasn't willing to think about.

The cigarette in his hand burned out. In the end, he still took out his phone and made a call.

In the living room downstairs, Lin Menghan was currently worrying about the dinner party at Lin's, and was sitting on the sofa talking to herself, "Is it unclear in the end? Or not? "

The company's upper echelons had hinted many times already, asking them to invite Duan Jingyu to the annual meeting was not only because of their relationship, but also because they wanted Duan Jingyu to be of help to the Lin's.

The most important thing was that with Duan Jingyu here, the reputation of the Lin's and the degree of attention they received would definitely skyrocket, which would be beneficial to the company's future development.

The higher-ups of the company were all old foxes who had muddled their way into the workplace for many years. Every single eyelash that they plucked was empty, and they repeatedly hinted to Lin Menghan.

She accompanied Duan Jingyu to some events, but that was for the sake of fulfilling her contract, so Duan Jingyu had no obligation to attend the annual temporary meeting for her.

Lin Menghan really did not know whether she should say it or not.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore." Lin Menghan decided to feel awkward if she was rejected. It was just an annual party, but she could still hold her own.

"What are you thinking about?" When Duan Jingyu returned to his bedroom, he saw Lin Menghan in a daze.

Lin Menghan only regained her senses after hearing his voice, and shook her head, "Nothing, nothing."

Duan Jingyu frowned without a trace. He didn't like Lin Menghan not telling him when he had something to suppress in his heart.

This gave him a feeling that he couldn't catch everything, and made Duan Jingyu, who was used to holding everything in his hands, a little uncomfortable.

However, he did not continue to ask, and directly pulled Lin Menghan to his side and gave him a strong and overbearing kiss.

Lin Menghan's body quickly went limp, and her limbs became weak.

What was this man doing? Lin Menghan felt that besides lust, this kiss was also about punishment.

What did she do to cause the plague? Before her consciousness was completely engulfed by Duan Jingyu, she did not think it through clearly.