The President's wife is a global sensation

Chapter 340
While she was full of doubts, Mo Xiqing seemed much calmer.

"where to?"

They were heading towards the capital, but Minglang and Leng Yan seemed to have just come out of the capital.

Minglang was also very surprised to meet them here, and walked forward in a few steps, "It's really you, I thought I was wrong. Leng Yan and I went to Lincheng for a walk. What about you, how could it happen at this time? Showing up here is going too far for a date, right?"

"Are you going to Lincheng?" Before Mo Xiqing could answer, Tang Yimo spoke first.

Before this, Lincheng was still unknown, so it was such a coincidence that they had to go there too.

"Yeah, let's go..."

Before he finished speaking, Leng Yan came over and cut off his words, "Go around, the scenery in Lincheng is very good."

What Minglang wanted to say was blocked by his lips, and he glanced at him, but he didn't refute.

Tang Yimo vaguely remembered that Wen Mi seemed to have said before that Leng Yan had been working overtime for the past few days just to be free during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

So it was to go to Lincheng to rest for a few days?

There seems to be something wrong with it, but she can't find the reason, after all, she is not very familiar with it yet.

She nodded and said nothing more.

Mo Xiqing nodded, "We'll go ahead if there's nothing else to do, Momo is hungry."

Tang Yimo's eyes widened, he suddenly called her so intimately, still in front of these two people, her skin almost got goosebumps.

However, Mo Xiqing's face was indifferent, as if he had shouted this countless times.

Minglang also had an unbearable expression on his face, and rubbed his arms, unable to bear the affectionate look of Mo Xiqing, who had a cold face on Hades.

Leng Yan, on the other hand, turned his low-pitched gaze around the two of them, lingering subtly on Tang Yimo's face.

Then he nodded, motioning for Minglang to leave together.

"Wait." Tang Yimo called to stop them.

She suddenly remembered something.

When Leng Yan and Minglang looked over suspiciously, she took out the car keys from Mo Xiqing's pocket, went into the car and took out the paper and pen.

Then she trotted to Leng Yan's side, and handed the things up, "Leng Yingdi, please sign for me, if you want to sign something, is that okay?"

Several people saw her movements with different expressions.

Minglang's eyes widened, and then he quickly looked at Mo Xiqing with teasing eyes.

Mo Xiqing's brows and eyes were cold, but there was a mask on his face, and only his cold and deep eyes could vaguely see some emotions.

Leng Yan was silent for two seconds before taking the banknotes.

His finger is like a sliced ​​onion, very white, beautiful in shape but not slender, very powerful.

Holding a black pen, it looks even whiter, shining like light in the dark night.

"To whom?"

He asked suddenly, his voice was very gentle, not as cold as when I saw him before.

Tang Yimo rolled her lips and said, "Warm honey, gentle softness, sweet honey."

Leng Yan began to write, his handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with a bit of sharpness and chicness, and it was slightly closed at the end, losing a little momentum.

His words are like a person, and he is the same as his impression. He is a powerful but low-key figure.

Soon, he finished writing and handed over the things.

Tang Yimo thanked with a smile.

She didn't look at it, and folded it carefully, before saying, "The weather in Lincheng has been windy and windy for the past two days, and the weather is bad, but it should be sunny tomorrow, so be careful on the road."

As soon as these words came out, Ming Lang was a little surprised, "You just came back from Lincheng?"

(End of this chapter)