My sweet wife won again

Chapter 79 The time is ripe

Feng Lingling and Lu Jingran reunited. In school, he no longer avoided suspicion as before, but went to find her often.

Eat together, take a walk together.

Many people posted the candid photos on the Internet.

"It looks like they are a good match!"

"Sure enough, Liu Najun is the third party, right?"

There are a lot of comments below, most of them say that the two of them are very eye-catching and well-matched, and they are a couple at first glance.

"I heard that the school grass and her are classmates in high school? Does this count as childhood sweethearts?"

"Wow! I'm so envious!"

"Please give me a white shirt school grass?"

Among them, there was a photo of Lu Jingran walking on the narrow path of the campus with Feng Lingling's shoulders on his shoulders, which was the most popular.

Under the setting sun, against the light, the boy was wearing a white shirt, his handsome face was shrouded in a faint halo.

The silhouette cast by the curled eyelashes in his eye sockets is so beautiful that one wants to reach out and stroke it.

In the photo, his gaze was fixed on the face of the girl beside him, with loving eyes.

Tied with retro braids and draped over her shoulders, she is pure and playful, with a pair of big glazed eyes.

As if talking about something interesting, the girl's eyebrows and eyes were half-curved, and she smiled brightly.

When the photos on the Internet were sent to Murong Chenghan, Zhang Chengan had already reported a lot to him.

"Miss Feng has been very close to a boy named 'Lu Jingran' during this time."

"Miss Feng hasn't been looking for a job recently."

"Except for class, Miss Feng spends most of her spare time with Lu Jingran."

"President, Miss Feng doesn't want to take my car to and from school anymore, Lu Jingran usually drives her to and from school."

Every time after the report, Zhang Chengan thought that the president would take some action, but no, he just said indifferently: "You go out."

Until Saturday morning, knocking on the office door.

Approaching the president, Zhang Chengan bowed.

"President," he reported, "Miss Feng has packed all the luggage in the bedroom of the apartment, seems to be moving?"

In his hand was a photo of Lu Jingran holding Feng Lingling's shoulders.

Murong Chenghan pinched it hard, kneaded it into a ball, and pressed the photo firmly in the palm of his hand.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Chengan lowered his voice, "Do you need me to give that boy a warning?"

The man didn't answer, and stared at a point in the distance, his pupils seemed to have sharp knives, so deep that he couldn't see to the bottom.

"No," he finally said, "you go out first."

"But, President..."

"I'll let you out!"

Zhang Chengan lowered his head anxiously, "Yes."

Murong Chenghan was the only one left in the office.

Gently turning the chair, the man's eyes that deviated from the light flashed a shadow of prey, and there was still ambiguity.

The time is almost ripe!
He got up, put on his coat, walked out, and drove all the way to a secluded place in the suburbs.

In the dark warehouse, a woman curled up like mud.

The clothes on his body were already so dirty that they couldn't see their original appearance.

She was barefoot, and her ankles were locked with anklets. As long as she moved a little, there would be the noise of a string of iron chains next to her.

Lay flat on the ground, as if dead.

Until the light of the flashlight shone on her.

Blocking the light with the back of her hand, the woman's body moved.

The moment she raised her eyes, a look of astonishment flashed across her dirty face.

"Mu, Master Murong," after being stunned, with an ecstatic expression, the woman cried, "Master Murong, please help me."

Tears stained the ashes on his face, turning into a puddle of mud.

(End of this chapter)