In the afternoon, Mo Ye took Chen Gang, Lan Ke, and Ling Kexin to Haizhou to hold a seaport development coordination meeting. Because it involved the demolition of a fish village, the meeting did not go smoothly, and both sides almost quarreled several times.
The meeting was originally scheduled for three hours, but was later extended by two hours. Finally, the government came forward to coordinate, and finally a satisfactory preliminary agreement was reached.
When we walked out of the conference room, it was already dark.
Chen Gang had booked a hotel early and invited a group of government officials. Ling Kexin followed Mo Ye and it was her first time dealing with government officials. As a secretary, she certainly thought about the group company and entertained this group of shiny-faced officials warmly and generously.
Noble person.
At the wine table, there were a few people with poor eyesight who treated Ling Kexin as a public relations lady. They took advantage of the drunkenness and raised their glasses to ask Ling Kexin to drink. Ling Kexin refused because she was too drunk and could not drink more, so they invited her to drink in the name of persuading her to drink.
He went up to her waist and pushed her back and forth deliberately.
Mo Ye was sullen and silent at first, until a man with a beer belly, smelling of alcohol, staggered up to Ling Kexin, reached out to touch her face, and said with a lewd smile: "Beauty, after you finish drinking, go sing with me."
How about it?"
"No, no, I have to go home." Ling Kexin waved his hand away, stood up and walked around behind Mo Ye.
The beer-bellied man was ignorant. He squinted his red eyes and completely ignored the people present. He grinned and rushed over again. He put his arms around Ling Kexin and gasped, "Beauty, follow me. I'll make sure you drink well."
, spicy food...um..."
A spicy chicken leg was shoved into his smelly mouth, and then a strong arm stretched out, wrapped around his neck and swung his beer belly heavily onto the sofa next to him.
The people at the table were immediately stunned, while the male protagonist who did this clapped his hands as if nothing had happened, smiled lightly at everyone, "You continue to drink, I have to take a step forward!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up Ling Kexin's bag, took her hand behind his back, and dragged her out of the box in large strides.
Ling Kexin sat in the car and saw that he had a dark face and a stern expression, resembling the great devil from before. She felt happy and smiled at him.
"Are you still funny?" Mo Ye saw her smile and gave her a cold look.
"Yes, because you are so cool!" Ling Kexin sincerely appreciated.
"Fairy!" Mor Ye snorted in anger.
Ling Kexin pouted, "Why do you keep calling me a monster? I didn't seduce anyone."
"No seduction?" Mor Ye snorted again, twisted his thin lips, and said softly at the bottom of his throat, "A goblin is a goblin, and men will want to pounce on you when they see you."
Ling Kexin couldn't hear what he said clearly, she pouted and stopped fussing with him, and turned to look at the night view outside the window.
"Beep..." When the car drove to an intersection outside the city, a large yellow truck suddenly rushed over from the side. Ling Kexin turned around suddenly and instinctively grabbed Mo Ye's arm, "Ah..."
"Bang!" Mo Ye grabbed the steering wheel and turned it, then stepped on the brakes. The front of the car hit the roadside. Ling Kexin leaned forward suddenly, but still held Mo Ye tightly with both hands to prevent him from attacking.
forward collision.
After stopping the car, Moorye held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and a scene flashed through his mind... A large truck crashed towards him out of control. In his remaining consciousness, he saw flowers, balloons, and...
There is a patch of blood red.
Starlight flickered in his mind. Mo Ye's eyes were dull and his thoughts were confused. He suddenly felt a headache and the door of memory was twisting. He wrinkled his facial features and lay on the steering wheel in pain.
"Er Ye, Er Ye!" Ling Kexin's face turned pale, she unbuckled her seatbelt and rushed over, grabbing his shoulders tightly and shaking her, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"
Mo Ye's thoughts gradually became clearer. He raised his head and slowly looked at Ling Kexin. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his face was very pale. Her face was also bloodless, and her eyes were full of fear.
When the two people's eyes met, Ling Kexin suddenly pursed her lips. Her fear seemed to be replaced by a mixture of sadness and joy. She forgetfully hugged Mo Ye's neck and choked excitedly: "I'm so scared, so scared.
If something happens to you, promise me, don't drive so fast, don't drive so fast..." Moer Ye's deep black eyes slowly narrowed, and his hand was wrapped around Ling Kexin's waist. Although there was only one car that appeared in his mind just now,
The large dark brown truck was heading straight towards him, but he clearly saw a group of heart-shaped red roses in front of the truck...
If it wasn't as Mor Tao explained, the roses that appeared at the scene of the car accident were bought by him for Chu Tianyu, then they were the flowers on the wedding car that Ling Kexin said.
And Ling Kexin's behavior just now was completely out of instinct to care about him and worry about his life. When the truck passed by, she did not tighten her hands to protect herself, but rushed to grab him...
Also, when he was in a trance, he heard her calling - Erye!
There is only one explanation for her reaction. She didn't want to lose him. When danger appeared, she didn't consider herself, but instinctively wanted to protect him.
Such behavior... can only be accomplished by falling in love with him.
"It's okay, Secretary Ling, I'll drive slower in the future, don't be afraid." He calmed down and his voice became gentle.
Ling Kexin opened her eyes wide and realized that she was hugging him tightly. She felt panicked. She quickly let go of him, then quickly turned away and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Mo Ye smiled, patted her hand gently, and restarted the car.
On the way back to Jiangbin, the two of them didn't say a few words. Ling Kexin remained silent. Even if Mo Ye mentioned a certain topic, she would answer the question in a nonchalant manner.
When they arrived in front of the Huayao Hotel, Ling Kexin's frightened mood calmed down. The car stopped, and Moor Ye looked at her faintly, with a light that made her heartbeat shine in his eyes, "How about spending the night here tonight?
"
Ling Kexin paused. It was a good thing that the man took the initiative, but it was a pity...she came to visit her aunt today, otherwise she wouldn't have gone around with him at noon.
"No, I want to go home and spend time with the children." She smiled shyly.
"Okay." Mo Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, with a relaxed and playful tone, "Then we will make an appointment next time."
Ling Kexin didn't respond. When the car stopped in front of Zhuhaiyuan Villa, she pursed her lips and spoke hesitantly, "Can you... treat me as a friend?"
More Ye shook his eyes, looked at her and smiled softly, "You don't want to be my wife anymore?"
"I mean, how about being a girlfriend?"
"Isn't that the same?" Moer Ye leaned over and stared into her eyes closely, while Ling Kexin tried her best to lean back.
"It's different, I...I haven't really had a decent relationship yet." Ling Kexin's face turned red again, the man's breath sprayed on her face, and those deep and charming eyes seemed to suck her in alive.
Go in.
Mo Ye frowned slightly. This sentence seemed to puzzle him, but it was obvious that Ling Kexin was not lying. Instead, she raised her hand and rubbed her chin, pretending to think about it, and then raised her lips and smiled, "Okay.
, I don’t need to be your wife, I will be your boyfriend, but you have to agree to one condition."
"What conditions?"
"Don't get close to Leng Ruo anymore. I don't like being in another boat."
"Haha, actually, Leng Ruo is the boyfriend the children found for me, and my relationship with him is innocent."
Mo Ye smiled, helped her unbuckle her seat belt, got out of the car and opened the door for her. When Ling Kexin came out, he put his arm around her waist again, pointed to the balcony on the second floor and said, "When you make out with a man, don't be so conspicuous.
You can see it from the car."
When Ling Kexin heard this, she immediately understood, "That night, can I just blow on Leng Ruo's eyes? Hey, Moer Ye, you like peeping very much." She took his hand away and gave him a feigned look of disdain.
.
"Oh, then help me blow it." Not only did Mo Ye not let go of his hand, he also wrapped his arms around Ling Kexin, hugging Ling Kexin tightly.
"Stop making trouble, I want to go in quickly and see if the two babies are asleep." Ling Kexin found that the study on the second floor was still lit, and she was a little anxious.
"It's okay not to brag, but you have to invite your boyfriend in for a cup of tea, right?" The man replied.
"It's too late today."
More Ye raised his wrist and said slowly: "It's still early, it's half past ten in the evening. I usually go to bed at twelve o'clock."
Ling Kexin had no choice but to open the courtyard door and invite him in.
There were only two blue wall lamps on in the living room on the first floor. Ling Kexin walked into the entrance and wanted to turn on the large chandelier. Mo Ye grabbed her wrist and shook her head, "Don't turn it on, that's it."
After taking off her leather shoes, Ling Kexin easily took out a pair of blue plastic slippers from the shoe cabinet and gently placed them next to Mo Ye's feet. Mo Ye was stunned. The color and brand of these shoes were actually his.
Like.
"Let me make you some tea." Ling Kexin changed her shoes and went in without paying attention to Mo Ye's expression.
Mor Ye looked around at the decorations in the living room, his eyes becoming more and more profound. He held on to the escalator, and before Ling Kexin came out from the dining room to make tea, he gently went upstairs alone.
The door of one bedroom was half-closed, and the lamp was on the bedside table. However, the bed was neat and tidy, with no signs of being moved. It seemed that this was the master bedroom where Ling Kexin slept.
Mo Ye walked in and turned on the luxurious crystal chandelier. Suddenly, the scenery in the room was clearly displayed in front of Mo Ye's eyes.
The decorative space is exactly the same as the master bedroom in Mo's Manor. The furniture is all in European style, with plain colors and warm-colored curtains. It is simple yet luxurious.
"Mr. Mo." When Mo Ye found a crystal frame on the bedside table and wanted to go over and take a look, Ling Kexin stopped him and said, "Come downstairs and have tea."
More Ye had no choice but to withdraw and smiled slightly, "Is the child asleep?"
"Sleep, otherwise, if you hear the sound, you will come out...ah? Zihao?"
Ling Kexin stared blankly at Mo Zihao who suddenly appeared from the study. He was wearing a white pajamas, staring at them with a pair of big eyes, displeased.
"Hey, Zihao." Mo Zihao greeted Mo Zihao with a friendly smile.
Mo Zihao ignored him, walked directly to Ling Kexin, and said solemnly: "Mommy, it's very late, you should ask the guests to go home quickly." What else is there to drink tea?
"Zihao, Uncle Mo just arrived." Ling Kexin said with a smile.
"Don't you know that coming so late will affect others' rest?" Mo Zihao lowered his eyes. Although his eyes were not looking at Mo Ye, his words were very rude.
"Haha, Zihao is right, it's my uncle who disturbed me, I'm sorry." Moor Ye smiled awkwardly, turned around and said goodbye and went home.
Ling Kexin was about to send him out, but Mo Zihao grabbed the hem of her clothes.
Hearing the sound of the car leaving outside, Ling Kexin turned around and let out a long sigh. She knelt down and looked into Mo Zihao's eyes, "Zihao, you are so rude, uncle sent mommy back."
, I should treat him to a cup of tea."
"It's okay during the day, but not at night."
Ling Kexin paused and thought for a moment, then she said quietly: "Zihao, Mommy likes him."
"Do you think he looks like daddy, so you like him?"
"No," Ling Kexin led her son to sit on the sofa, held his hand, and said solemnly, "Zihao, Mommy has thought about something and feels she still needs to tell you."
Mo Zihao's expression immediately became serious and he looked into Ling Kexin's eyes, "What do you want to tell me?"