Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 564: Secret Palace Fight, Camp Timing
She leaned against the corner and looked at Li You, with burgundy eyeshadow smudged at the corners of her eyes. Her eyes, which always contained a smile like a clear spring, were now gleaming, and the purity she had always had in the past was crushed into bewitching charm as her eyes moved.

Compared to the unconscious charm in the past, today's is even more alluring.

Li You walked forward and let Li Youmo help him take off his coat. He pinched Li Youmo's face. The baby fat had long gone away, but it was still as white as when she was a girl. Under the light, it looked like a thin layer of pearlescent light was applied. There was also a small mole under his left eye that was newly dotted with something, which appeared and disappeared as his eyelashes fluttered.

Li You smiled, "I haven't eaten yet."

For a moment, the atmosphere that had just risen here froze. Li Youmo rolled his eyes at him, snorted, and turned away.

The black hair that was always tied into a ponytail was now falling down into seaweed-like brown-red waves. It was obvious that she had had it permed when Li You went to Jeju Island.

Li You's focus began to move downward.

The waist wrapped in the black velvet skirt was not as slender as before, but slightly rounder.

But it doesn’t matter if she has more flesh, as she can still maintain the flexible curves unique to a girl every time.

Li You smiled and decided not to eat since things had come to this point.

He deliberately slowed down his pace and when he entered the room, Li Youmo was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs wrapped in black stockings crossed together, revealing the warmth of her skin in this winter day.

Li You tried to coax her when he sat next to her.

When a woman is in her twenties, especially such a beautiful woman, she is most jealous.

Listening to Li You's sweet talk, Li Youmo felt that she had known another side of Li You for the first time. She looked at Li You in surprise, "Are you really our President Li?"

"Is it surprising that I said these things?"

Li Youmo pursed his lips, and the thin chain specially worn on his ankle swayed slightly as he tapped the ground with his toes. The arch of his bare foot now bent into a delicate arc, and it was obvious that he was somewhat happy about what was said.

Any woman would be very happy to have the most successful man in the Korean Peninsula of this century talking sweet words to her.

Unfortunately, although her feet were bare, the semi-transparent black stockings wrapped around her toes made it impossible to see what color the toenails were painted.

"Wait a minute," Li Youmo jumped off the bed with a smile. His feet, which were only wearing stockings, curled up slightly when they stepped on the cold marble floor.

Under Li You's gaze, she tiptoed to the cabinet, the dark-patterned lace climbing down her calves to the middle of her thighs, and the light made the black lace edge at her ankles look even darker.

When she leaned over to take out the red wine and wine glasses from the cabinet, her falling hair swept across the lace pattern on her chest. She suddenly leaned over to lift her slipping shoulder strap, an action that she used to cover up habitually, but now made her falling curly hair sweep across her collarbone, which was stained with a rosy color.

"What does this mean?" Li You took the wine glass she handed over.

Li Youmo shook his head and refused to say anything.

After drinking, Li Youmo took the initiative to hug her, his eyes flickering with dangerous sparks, but the shy light of those days still remained at the corners of his eyes.

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Before he knew it, Li Youmo had been carried to the sink. Maybe it was due to the alcohol or something else, but his face was terribly red.

The heel of a foot with its stockings torn off was pressed against the mirror, revealing a few light blue veins that appeared faintly with the breath.

The toes of the other foot were curled up, the instep was straightened, and water shone through the folds of black silk.

Being hugged shamefully, Li Youmo covered his face unconsciously, not wanting to look at himself in the mirror.

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After a long time, the arch of the foot tensed and relaxed like the tail fin of a stranded mermaid.

Looking at the time, it was already four o'clock in the morning. The bright moonlight spread through the lace curtains, weaving tiny halos around the ends of Li Youmo's drooping hair.

She leaned back on the velvet pillow, the moisture on her eyelashes had not yet faded, and the blush on her neck was still there.

The fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose flickered in the light as his chest rose and fell.

Li Youmo sighed hoarsely, "Are you a monster?"

Li You threw away the cigarette and turned to look at the shrunken Li Youmo. When he looked at him, Li Youmo hurriedly lowered his eyes. When his eyelashes drooped, they cast a shadow like a butterfly's wing on his cheek.

But Li You had already seen that there was still mist in her pupils.

Seeing that the thin layer of sweat on Li Youmo's forehead had stuck to a few strands of curly hair, Li You reached out to help her brush them away.

"You feel?"

Li Youmo was somewhat speechless. She slid the thin blanket covering her body down to her waist. However, when she raised her hand to fiddle with it, the shoulder strap of her silk nightgown slipped down her forearm, revealing the new teeth marks on her round shoulder.

She turned sideways to face Li You, curled up in a lazy arc, beads of sweat on her waist rolled down her spine, and the silver anklets on her ankles jingled.

"You are it," she bent her elbow and pressed hard on the wrinkled silk sheets. When she found it was useless, she pursed her lips helplessly. At this moment, her lips were three points brighter than usual, and there was a small tear on her lower lip with dark red blood beads.

He curled his knuckles and pressed them against the depression of the clavicle, moving away the hair that was tangled around the side of his neck. His nails scraped against the thin layer of sweat, leaving shiny water marks on his porcelain-white skin.

"Do you still want to drink red wine?"

After Li You drank it, he thought about what she wanted to do, another person who wanted to have a baby.

In the Korean Peninsula, where there is currently no iron fist of divine gender, the continuation of the family line is taken very seriously by both men and women.

Chen Yijun, Mou Xianmin, Li Youmo
Li You thought about it carefully and realized that this palace fighting drama had really already begun in all aspects.

"drink."

Hearing the answer, Li You was speechless and put his arm around her. "Are you going to the hospital tomorrow?"

Mingyu Hospital was the business that Li You gave to Li Youmo to try her hand at, and she did a really good job.

"Hospital?" Li Youmo recalled something interesting. "Do you know what I found?"

"A military officer." Li Youmo smiled, "and a doctor who just joined our hospital fell in love at first sight."

Li You raised an eyebrow, "Just started working at the hospital?"

"I jumped from another hospital," Li Youmo said frankly, "I heard that they had some misunderstandings at the beginning."

Officer, doctor, misunderstanding, love at first sight.
Li You felt something was wrong. "The officer just came back from Afghanistan?" "How do you know?" Li Youmo said in a hoarse voice, "Could it be that you know him? The name on the medical record is Liu Shizhen."

"What's the doctor's name?"

"Jiang Muyan"

Li You was almost choked by the fragrance of Li Youmo. Was it because he flapped his wings that these two people met ten years earlier?

Li You suddenly found it interesting. He had met Xu Dayong many times, but Yoo Shijin had always lived in his mind through his film and television works, and Yoon Gil-jun had been mentioned repeatedly in front of him, but he had never met him.

"He was a member of the 707th Brigade." Li You raised his eyebrows. "He went to Afghanistan with Lieutenant General Yin."

"Oh" Li Youmo also followed Li You to meet Yin Jijun, and understood why he knew it.

After meeting Yin Jijun, Li You tried many times to poach people from the 707th Brigade, but he never succeeded.

The military now does not send out these anti-terrorist elites from the Korean Peninsula, but instead holds them firmly in its hands.

Only if he had done a greater favor to Yin Jijun would this lieutenant general, who was like uncle to him, help him at all costs.

Li You squinted his eyes and found that Li Youmo in his arms had fallen into a deep sleep. He was already holding on with difficulty after enduring the battle for nearly four hours in a row.

Looking at Li Youmo, Li You remembered.

Ten years later, when Yoo Shi Jin went to Uruk.
At that time, the relationship between Yin Mingzhu and Yin Jijun was very bad, not only because Yin Mingzhu did not like the life arranged by Yin Jijun, but also because
Li Liuhua died of illness. She was the wife of Yin Jijun and the mother of Yin Mingzhu. She was the key figure connecting the mother and daughter.

After all, as a soldier, Yoon Ji-jun was away for a long time, and it was Li Liuhua who raised their only daughter, Yoon Myeong-joo.

Li Liuhua's illness.
Li You frowned, but he didn't know the exact time.

Just as he was thinking about it, Li Youmo's white arms suddenly wrapped around Li You's neck, and he begged for mercy in a daze.

Although Li You found it funny, he did not pull her arms away. He just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I slept until noon, and the sunlight came through the gaps in the curtains, casting tiny golden spots on the messy bedding.

Li Youmo woke up with his eyelashes trembling, the remaining sweat on his collarbone stuck to his hair, and when he moved, he could hear the damp sound of the fabric on his body.

She was wrapped face down on Li You's chest, and the sunlight was outlining the strong muscles in his shoulders and neck.

Li Youmo curled up his toes and rubbed them across the wrinkled bed sheets, then supported his sore waist from both sides of Li You's body, just like Li You's actions last night.

The silk quilt on her body made a sticky sound as it slipped off. She looked down and saw her pink fingertips sinking into the grooves of Li You's chest. The bronze skin still had the faint red marks of last night's scratches.

The arm around Li Youmo's waist suddenly tightened, causing Li Youmo to fall again, and his fingertips with thin calluses unconsciously stroked her back.

Li You's left arm was still around her waist, the warmth of his palm seeping into her skin through the thin sweat. His other hand was working on his phone, and his right knuckles were rapidly tapping the keyboard.

"You are worthy of being a model worker among the presidents," Li Youmo said softly.

Li You turned his head and sneered twice, his eyebrows raised, "Want to drink red wine again?"

Li Youmo shrank her neck and retreated into Li You's arms. She accidentally glanced at the torn stockings and underwear scattered on the ground, which had become tangled together at some point.

After hesitating for a long time, Li Youmo finally managed to get out of bed.

Li You is the president. Although he has a lot of work to do, he can always
No one dared to say anything.

She is just an executive of the hospital. She has to make achievements in order to become better. She cannot be lazy and be accused of climbing up by relying on rich men. Although it is not wrong to say so, Li Youmo also wants to do her job well.

Li You didn't stop her, but frowned and dropped his phone.

The butler brought from Japan came in and helped him put on his clothes.

Li You remembered her. She was the girl who practiced kendo with him in Japan that night a long time ago.

In the past, she should be called Gao Yuan Xuexi, but now she should be called Li Xuexi.

Li You looked at her face, put on her clothes, and patted her, "Go dye your hair white."

Although a little confused, Li Xuexi still nodded in obedience.

White-haired Kendo Girl
Li You sighed for a few seconds and then looked back at his phone.

In addition to handling work, Zhu Mengyong invited him to meet again.

He originally thought that the meeting would take place around the time when the general election was about to begin after the New Year.

Did Zhu Mengyong lose his patience? Or did something happen in Daying Haiyang, giving Zhu Mengyong a great opportunity to take action?
Li You has already ordered people to investigate, but Busan is Busan after all. Even if they can find out, it won’t be as fast as Seoul.

There are less than eight hours left before we meet in the evening. I hope there will be good news from Busan.

But until nightfall, when Li You sat in the back seat of the car, there was still no news.

Li You repeatedly rubbed the lighter in his hand with his thumb. It was not that he lacked confidence in getting benefits from Zhu Mengyong, but he hated not having a full grasp of the situation. While the car was driving, the neon lights were reflected in the glass windows, casting tiny cold lights at the corners of his eyes.

After driving only two kilometers, a light drizzle suddenly began to fall.

The extended body of the car cuts through the night view of the Han River, and the wipers draw fan-shaped halos on the windshield.

When there were only a few intersections left to the destination, Li You saw the message sent by Cui Yixian. He read it in detail, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. After lowering the car window, the wind carrying drizzle blew in, blowing away the overly strong cedar smell of the car's incense.

Good timing indeed
The private club is hidden behind the deserted department store in Seoul, and a burst of dampness is brought about when the mahogany door is opened.

Not only Zhu Mengyong was already sitting behind the screen, but Zhu Mengzhun was also there.

Li You glanced at the exposed watch, and the rosewood low table vibrated slightly when he sat down.

"It's raining outside," Zhu Mengyong picked up the celadon wine pot, "President Li, warm yourself up first."

The ripples in the wine glass reflected two equally relaxed jawlines.

(End of this chapter)