Chapter 440

After returning home, it was evening. An Zhimo settled down at home and accompanied Zhang Mulin to see feng Zeyang.

Zhang Mulin dressed up specially and looked light and natural in a pink dress. Long hair falls like a waterfall. It has just been highlighted. There is a little frivolous gold in the pure black color, which looks very chic.

"Beauty. What a feast for the eyes." an Zhimo picked her blonde hair and said with a smile.

"Thank you for your compliment." Zhang Mulin didn't care much about the teasing of an Zhimo. She smiled and raised her head. Her long hair rose with the wind, like light willow silk.

They sat in an Zhimo's car. Zhang Mulin said with a smile, "there's a little taste in the car."

"What's the smell?" An Zhi Mo was slightly surprised, but she paid great attention to the sanitation around her.

"The smell of orange." Zhang Mulin smiled.

"Oh, this is the air freshener I just bought, isn't it good?" An Zhi Mo shrugged her nose, smelled it and said with a smile.

"Not bad." Zhang Mulin smiled with joy and asked, "what brand?"

"Green leaves." an Zhimo smiled and chatted happily for a while, forgetting everything about driving. "I just had a friend doing direct sales, so I know something. Things are good, friends and people are good, so I bought some and became a member. It's just that my family needs to use these daily necessities at home, so I don't have to go to the supermarket to choose."

"Well, let me see." Zhang Mulin asked her for air cleaner.

"Here, that's it." an Zhimo opened a small box. The outside of the small box was a light green pattern, which looked like watercolor. It was very lovely, and a small white spray tube inside could be grasped with one hand.

"Chi." Zhang Mulin gently pressed the nozzle, and the nozzle ejected a stream of fresh gas. She looked forward and swayed slightly in the gas.

"Ha ha, do you think this is perfume?" Angela Fromm was laughed at by her, patting her shoulder.

"No perfume is better than perfume," Zhang Mulin smiled. Then he put his head close to an Zhi foam and said with a smile, "smell it, isn't it good?"

"Not good smell is better than good smell." an Zhimo seemed to be teasing her, learning from her.

"You're not a good man." Zhang Mulin smiled and sat upright, fiddling with her hair.

"As if you were." An Zhi Mo skimmed her mouth and lowered her hair to move the car.

"We are not good people, so we don't discriminate against bad people. We don't look down on people like some decent people." Zhang Mulin glanced at her mouth, as if she meant something, but didn't know what to say.

When the car started, an Zhimo just smiled and didn't say anything, because she had to concentrate on driving. She didn't want to be a road killer.

Soon, the surrounding scenery began to reverse, like falling film frame by frame on a movie projector.

"What a beautiful night view." the night of the city began to appear charming. Outside some shopping malls, all kinds of neon lights competed to shine, and the appearance of some large hotels also lit up all kinds of colored lights.

Some pedestrians walk upstream of the sidewalk, like fish in the sea. Some friends smile and say something, which looks very likable.

"How beautiful the night is..." Zhang Mulin smiled and sang a song.

An Zhimo didn't say anything. She was quiet and focused on looking ahead and listening to Zhang Mulin's song. It was like falling into a beautiful dream. It was so beautiful that people didn't want to wake up.

Soon, they arrived at Feng Zeyang's place and an Zhimo stopped the car.

When the car stopped suddenly, Zhang Mulin still had more to say. She smiled and said, "why don't you drive for a while? I still want to continue singing."

"It doesn't matter. You sing and I listen. You don't have to be in the car." an Zhimo smiled.

Feng Zeyang had already been waiting at the door, like welcoming the queen of England.

He paid special attention to his appearance this evening, because to meet his sweetheart, he naturally had to be grand and try to make a good impression on his sweetheart. He was wearing a light green windbreaker, a Dacron shirt and dark blue trousers inside, and a pair of orange cow leather shoes on his feet. There is also a dark green scarf around his neck.

"This is a little green in the flowers." an Zhimo looked at him and smiled.

Zhang Mulin also smiled slightly, which made Feng Zeyang embarrassed.

Feng Zeyang looked at Zhang Mulin's smiling appearance, and felt that she looked forward to life and looked beautiful and moving. There was an idea in my heart to rush up and hold her, but it seemed that there was a big hand to hold him and not let him move. My heart was full of tangles for a moment.

"Come on, let's go in and talk. Isn't it silly to blow the cold wind here?" an Zhimo took Zhang Mulin, looked at Feng Zeyang, and then walked into the room.

Feng Zeyang followed him in. In Zhang Mulin's back, his slim body loomed in the fitting clothes. Whether it was graceful waist, delicate hips, slender legs and white skin looming in the skirt, it gave him a kind of seductive temptation. He secretly swallowed his saliva and wanted to jump on it. No matter thirty-seven or twenty-one, but he was afraid that Zhang Mulin would not like to say that he was sexually harassed. His heart of inferiority and want to be close was fried with fire.

The three sat down at the table. The waiter brought some dishes and a bottle of fruit wine. The green wine looked very pleasant. Feng Zeyang hurriedly courteous, filled a cup for an Zhimo and Zhang Mulin, and then said with a warm smile, "come on, try the dishes. I specially chose them for you."

"We?" an Zhimo smiled and looked at Zhang Mulin. "I'm afraid we should get rid of them?"

"Look, president an is joking. They are all a family. What are you doing?" Feng Zeyang explained.

"Thank you for Feng Zeyang's hospitality. But I think in this beautiful night, as the master of musicians, we might as well bring us some auditory enjoyment and add a sense of beauty." Zhang Mulin smiled, like asking and teasing, looking straight at Feng Zeyang.

Feng Zeyang's heart beat violently in Zhang Mulin's eyes. His feelings were like burning firewood, and his eyes seemed to sprinkle a bottle of vodka. He couldn't help getting excited.

"Nature, nature." Feng Zeyang stood up, went to the bar and came back in a moment with a violin in his hand.

"I'm sorry I'm not talented. I can only play some ordinary music. I have to help them down." Feng Zeyang smiled and saluted them slightly. It's a common salute for violinists. He held a rod at his waist in one hand and a violin in the other hand.

"Thank you." Zhang Mulin said with a smile.

The night was beautiful and the music was melodious. The three were immersed in it.

This matter soon let Huo Xinfei know and collapsed even more. However, Zhang Mulin is married. Feng Zeyang can only accept it if he wants to. Zhang Mulin advised him to plan for the future.

The entanglement was known by Mo Xiaoyuan. He faked the evidence that Huo Xinfei destroyed his career in order to make up with Feng Zeyang, and deliberately revealed it to Feng Zeyang. Feng Zeyang was furious and determined to take revenge, so he cooperated with Mo Xiaoyuan.