Chapter 495

"I have a wife to accompany me. I'm lonely." He spoke softly.

Le Yutong couldn't help but give him a white eye.

Also, it's not the first day that she knew that this man's appearance of not entering oil and salt and being invulnerable to knives and guns is of no use talking to him.

It's boring.

She stopped talking. She thought he wouldn't talk any more and would leave after standing for a while, so she didn't bother to drive him away.

But he didn't go. After about twenty seconds, he said, "Yutong."

She deserved to be lazy: "what's the matter?"

"Forget the past. I like this dull family life very much." He said calmly.

The swing stopped slowly. The sunset had already set and the afterglow was almost gone. It was a rare comfort for a man's voice to melt into the slight evening wind.

She didn't open her eyes and listened to him continue: "we can continue to live like this, just stay together like this."

Le Yutong sneered - you are tired of being romantic outside. Now you want to live a stable life. Do you think I am willing to live with you?

Are you really so confident?

"If you don't want me to be president, I won't do it next time and let others do it." He said faintly.

Le Yutong was surprised and felt whether he had heard wrong.

She was a little flustered, but she didn't show it. Her face was cold and wooden in Mu Jifei's eyes.

After a while, she gently mocked, "Mu Jifei, are you crazy? Isn't that what you always wanted? "

He smiled low. "You think so, that's it."

She stared into his eyes. Her eyes were unusually strong and clearly spit out three words with little voice and great weight: "I don't want it."

He looked at her for a while. "Why?"

Little fish, don't you always hate fighting, politics and hatred?

"I don't want to kidnap your ideals and beliefs because of me." She said faintly.

Mu Jifei, isn't your ideal and belief the supreme power?

After mu Jifei was silent for a while, he looked into her eyes in the increasingly dark sky and said, "my greatest ideal is to be with you."

Le Yutong stared at his eyes, his thin lips, and finally at the prominent Adam's apple under his lengyi chin. She turned over and came down from the swing without saying anything.

The movement looked very calm, but it was still flustered. I accidentally fell down and landed on the grass.

It may look awkward.

The man's hand reached out almost at the same time to catch her.

And she pushed him away like an electric shock.

Mu Jifei was caught off guard. Although she didn't push her to the ground, she also leaned back and almost fell down.

She had stood firm and then left without looking back.

Back to the main house building, Le Yutong entered the Princess Room on the first floor. After entering, she locked the door and shut herself in.

Before long, the man who followed knocked on the door, but she ignored it.

Mu Jifei stood at the door and knocked again and again, but she didn't answer.

He put his ears on the door panel to listen. There was no sound of footsteps in it. It was quiet as if no one existed.

He knew she was in there.

His tight face finally cracked. Then he asked the flower housekeeper to get the key and try to open the door.

Seeing her curled up unharmed in such a large chair and looking at the computer screen, his hanging heart fell back.

He strode over, stared at the woman who didn't even throw a glance at him, and shouted, "Le Yutong, I'm knocking at the door. It's hard for you to say a word inside?"

Just now, he even thought that she would do something to hurt herself.

In the past, didn't she do such things when she was stimulated?

So long as he couldn't hear her when he knocked on the door, he was subconsciously flustered.

Le Yutong didn't look up. Her eyes were still staring at the screen of her notebook. A comedy movie was playing in it. She smiled.

Compared with her ease in watching the film, her answer to him seemed naked and perfunctory: "I'm watching the film and didn't hear it."

The man with green veins on his forehead stepped up two steps and suddenly closed her laptop with a "pop", with an angry expression on his face.

The whole study became quiet.

She frowned at him coldly, and said rather displeased, "what are you doing?"

Mu Jifei directly stretched out his hand and pinched her jaw heavily, as if he couldn't bear it. His voice said coldly, "Le Yutong, I hate you pretending to be nothing."

Whether at dinner, before going to bed, or at any time in the garden, if she can replace a sentence with a word, she is stingy to give a redundant punctuation.

When she could not speak, she was too lazy to glance at him.

And——

Some people are indifferent out of character, such as him.

Some people are indifferent because they pretend, such as her.

He could hardly stand her affectation any longer!

She narrowed her eyes, finally raised her face and looked at him, sneering coolly: "hate me. You drive me out. If you drive me out, you can kiss whoever you want, even with a man."

She still couldn't turn over the barrier of "he kissed his aunt".

Le Yutong then lowered his head again, ready to open his closed notebook and continue to watch the movie.

The lively music and dialogue suddenly rang out again. The woman stared at the screen of her notebook, as if the movies inside attracted her attention.

"Pa!" Mu Jifei reached out again and closed her computer.

He looked down and saw that her stubbornness was forced out again, but this time she didn't look up at him, but turned her head towards the French window and closed her eyes.

Mu Jifei's lips were hooked, and his temper, which had endured for two days, gradually showed itself——

"Yutong -" he smiled and said, "you have to change ways to make me angry, don't you?"

I made you angry?

Who kissed other women in front of his son?

How on earth did she change her way to make him angry?

Did he kiss other women in front of his son, and when his son said it, she had to dance with joy so as not to make him angry?

She leaned back in such a big chair, like a lazy cat, ignored it, and deliberately played with her fingers winding her hair.

Mu Jifei looked at her like this, and the fire in his heart finally gushed out like the magma of the volcanic eruption.

His low, faint, but absolutely dangerous voice rang out in the quiet study: "I see you are angry like this, and I don't think I can swallow it if I don't fuck you."

What he said was as plain as drinking water. Even if some words came out of his lips and looked so gentle and scum, he didn't change his face.