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Ling Mengzhan knocked on the tableware, and said in a piercing tone: "Then it's over, what's there to worry about?" "The child is definitely going to be born. It's not like Sister Xiang can't raise a child herself."

"Yeah, what's there to worry about?" Hu Chang agreed and knocked the table with his chopsticks. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Come, come, everyone eat. Whoever brings up these things that affect your appetite again will be chased out."

In the afternoon, Ling Mengzhu received a call from Director Yu inviting her to a bar. The moment Ling Mengzhu heard the word bar, she immediately fainted, refusing it without any hesitation. He claimed that there was an urgent matter at home and it was unknown whether the other party believed him or not.

When he got home, it was still dark. No matter if she came back sooner or later, Long Zhenghao would always come back later than her. He was probably out drinking and dreaming. Ling Mengzhu thought to herself as she took her clothes to the bathroom to take a shower. Then she took the dumplings from the refrigerator and entered the kitchen.

It wasn't that she didn't care anymore and would randomly eat his food, but that there were always so many women carrying things to the refrigerator. He stuffed the cabinet type double doors into the refrigerator. A few days later, he would need her help to clean it up. Other than occasionally getting some water and drinks, the man didn't touch the fridge at all, so she took care of it all.

Since he didn't want it, she would be kind enough to help him eat. After all, wasting food was immoral.

The cutlery in the kitchen was almost unused. They were all new and could be said to be used for decoration. It seemed that this man had never cooked before. Ling Mengzhu casually cooked some dumplings and finished them. Then, she sat down on the soft bed and began to read.

Seeing that she had accidentally fallen asleep, Ling Chuzhu woke up in the middle of the night with a series of "peng peng" sound, and got up from the bed with a bewildered expression. Listening to the commotion outside, the first thought that came to her mind was that there couldn't be a thief outside, right?

It was quiet outside for a long time, and just when she thought that she was hearing incorrectly and was about to go back to sleep, there was another jingling sound. This time it was the sound of glass shattering on the floor. It was definitely not a hallucination!

Ling Mengzhu hurriedly went down to the ground and opened the door slightly to peek inside. She did not see any thieves in the living room. What he saw was Long Zhenghao with his hair in a mess, his clothes in disarray, one hand holding onto the arm of the sofa, the other holding onto a piece of glass. He kneeled down on one knee, as if he had fallen.

Ling Mengzhu forgot the deep hatred she had towards him and walked over out of instinct. She condescendingly looked down at him and asked, "What happened to you?"

Long Zhenghao did not respond to her words. Instead, he threw the glass in his hand onto the ground and forced himself up. Ling Mengzhu hurriedly reached out her hand to support his arm, and at the same time, stabilized his tottering body. Only when they got close to him did they realize that his face was slightly red. The smell of alcohol was assaulting their senses. This man was drunk! Not only that, but he was also extremely drunk!

"Be careful." Ling Mengzhu supported him up the stairs step by step. Fortunately, there was a handrail on the stairs, and he wasn't drunk enough to need someone to carry him. After expending a great deal of effort to help him up to the second floor, his well-built body fell like a wooden stake into the middle of the large bed. Ling Mengzhu was so tired that she was supporting herself on the edge of the bed as she gasped for air.

She really didn't expect this man to be so heavy. She didn't know who dragged him back here. He raised his head to look at him and realized that he had fallen asleep. His face was covered in dust. So she went to the bathroom, where she gave him a warm towel to wipe his hands and helped him with his suit jacket.

Shifting the light to its dimmest, Ling Mengzhu was about to leave when he suddenly grabbed her wrist. This hold gave her quite a fright. When she turned around, she saw Long Zhenghao staring at her. She couldn't help but be startled. This kind of gaze … Was it a desire?

Pour me a glass of water, please." The voice was a bit biting her tongue, but it was indeed a few words. Ling Mengzhan almost vomited blood. It was indeed a desire, but it wasn't for the water. It wasn't for her. It seemed that she had been led astray by Hu Chang and liked to flirt with herself.

She pursed her lips and went over to the water machine to pour a cup of warm water. She used all her strength to lift him up and place the cup next to his mouth. Just as Long Zhenghao was about to drink, his stomach suddenly churned as a disgusting feeling welled up from his throat. With a "Hua" sound, all that came out was alcohol, which scared Ling Mengzhu to the point that she jumped and ran.

"Hey, how are you?" Ling Mengzhu was frozen in front of him, trying her best to suppress her disgust.

Long Zhenghao's long arm grabbed the water in her hand, drank a mouthful of water, and spat it out. However, the cup was overturned due to his unstable hand. Ling Mengzhu had no choice but to pour him another cup. She personally took a sip and then used a towel to wipe the corners of his mouth dry.

Long Zhenghao then fell asleep again. His sleep was extremely restless, leaving Ling Dreamy Pearl to clean up the mess under the bed. After she cleaned up the dirt on the ground, it was already 4 in the morning. The sleeping Long Zhenghao suddenly coughed loudly.

Ling Meng Zhu hurriedly poured a cup of water and pulled at his arm: "Hey! Get up! Wake up and drink some water. Without a word, she pulled him up and brought the cup to his mouth.

Long Zhenghao was indeed thirsty, and as soon as his dry mouth touched the water, he drank quickly, as if he was a refugee from a drought. Not long after, he finished the entire cup of water.

"Hey, take a seat first. I'll go pour you another cup." Ling Mengzhu was about to get up to pour him another glass of wine as she warned him, but she suddenly felt her neck tighten as her head knocked against his chest, and her body was forcefully pulled into his embrace.

Ling Mengzhu was stunned for a moment, and instinctively began to struggle, but no matter how much she struggled, it was useless. Long Zhenghao grabbed her by her body and looked at her with a gaze as sharp as ink, as if he was lost in thought. Ling Meng Zhu was completely stunned by his abnormal gaze. Staring at him blankly, she said in shock, "You … What are you trying to do? I'm warning you, don't pretend to be crazy with alcohol! "

Long Zhenghao only looked at her. His palm gently brushed past her face, as though he was holding a treasure that could easily shatter. His usual piercing gaze turned gentle as he gently said a word, "Mu Fan …"

Ling Mengzhan was shaken, her chest heaving with nervousness. Mu Fan? Who was he calling? But her name isn't Meng Fan. Seeing that his mouth was about to land on hers, she immediately punched him with all her might, pushing him away and scolding him: "Long Zhenghao! Open your eyes wide and see! I'm not some Mu Fan! My name is Ling Meng Pearl! "

Long Zhenghao was pushed to the side, but after a painful groan, he stopped moving.

Ling Mengzhan drew back, and looked down at him from above while cursing: "You damn pervert, you want to take advantage of me? "You wish!" He placed the cup on the table, thinking that it was none of his business whether he was thirsty or dead, so he didn't bother with him.

The cup had a familiar picture on it. Ling Mengzhu realized that it was the photo that she had thrown out of its frame. At this moment, she was lying alone on the table. She couldn't help but take a closer look at the photo. This woman … Is that the Mu Fan he spoke of? He's always been yearning for Mu Fan? The woman he had always liked?

This woman wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a refreshing feeling that every man would like her. Even a cold and merciless man like Long Zhenghao couldn't forget her.

Ling Mengzhu put the photo back on the table and looked back at Long Zhenghao, who was once again deep in sleep. After tidying up the mess on the floor, she got up and walked downstairs. He felt a sharp pain on his fingertip, and when he lifted his hand to look, he found that the cut on the glass had split open again. It was all the fault of this stinking man. His pressure not only frightened her, but also opened up her wounds.

He went back to his room and used disinfectant to clean the wound. He wrapped the Band-Aid around the wound and looked at the time. It was already four-thirty. The sky was about to brighten. He still had to go to work tomorrow, so he hurriedly got into bed and went to sleep.

After sleeping for who knows how long, Ling Mengzhu was once again woken up by the sound of breaking bones. Considering that Long Zhengyu was drunk and was afraid that some accident might have happened to him, she didn't dare to close the door to sleep. Although the noise outside wasn't loud, she was still woken up.

Out of instinct, he ran outside. When he ran out of the living room, he saw Long Zhenghao opening the refrigerator, looking like he was looking for something. He looked much better than before, at least he could stand up straight and he wouldn't fall.

Ling Mengzhu secretly let out a breath of relief. Standing by the door, she looked at him and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Long Zhenghao turned to look at her and spoke a few words, "I'm hungry, I'm looking for something to eat." His tone was as calm as usual. This was Long Zhenghao. Normally, Long Zhenghao would have such a stinky face!

Ling Mengzhan knew the situation inside the fridge much better than he did, and said, "There's nothing in the fridge to eat. If you're really hungry, I'll cook you an egg noodles." Ling Mengzhu yawned and walked towards him, pushing her way through him. She took some eggs, tomatoes and noodles from the fridge and headed into the kitchen.

Long Zhenghao looked at her back as she walked into the kitchen. He originally wanted to say that there was no need, but when he got hungry, he didn't care about dignity or face anymore. He followed her quietly and stood beside her watching her boil water, cut tomatoes, and beat eggs.

Looking at her busy back in the kitchen, Long Zhenghao once again felt a familiar feeling from her. Once upon a time, there was a woman who always came back to the kitchen when he was working overtime at night, or when she came back with a client, and she even smelled exactly the same. He didn't know if the egg noodles tasted like this, or if it tasted like only what they cooked …