Wealthy family pet: refusing to marry a black-bellied president

Chapter 261 From now on, I will never let go
When Feng Weiwei heard this sentence, she stared at her immediately: "You...you mean you want to live here tonight?"

"if not?"

After Han Muqing finished speaking calmly, he stopped waiting for her and walked in with long legs. While walking, he took off his suit jacket casually and put it on the sofa.

He opened the wine cabinet, took out two goblets, took out a bottle of red wine, poured it into the glasses, took a glass and walked to the window, looking out coldly.

Feng Weiwei bit her lower lip, has Han Muqing been dropped?
Or, since we haven't seen each other for a year, has he already changed like this?
Feng Weiwei stood at the door for quite a while, until Han Muqing turned her head and frowned at her and said, "How long will you stand there as the door god?"

She trembled all over, then walked in and closed the door.

It doesn't matter, it's just tonight anyway, it's not like they haven't slept together before.

Thinking of this, Feng Weiwei suppressed the strange emotion in her heart.

She put the bag on the sofa, and took a sip of the red wine that Han Muqing poured just now.

When she was in Germany, she actually seldom drank alcohol. Even if everyone went out to have dinner together, she could save money.

Because she is alone outside, no one will take her home when she is drunk, even if someone takes her home, she dare not.

Feng Weiwei drank all the red wine in the glass in one go. After drinking it, she felt that the taste was not bad, so she poured herself another big glass, and after a while, she drank until the bottom of the glass was seen.

When Han Muqing turned his head when he heard the voice, he saw Feng Weiwei holding the bottle and refilling his glass.

Like a child who was caught doing something wrong, she stuck out her tongue at him mischievously: "I'm a little thirsty."

For some reason, Han Muqing felt soft in his heart: "Drink, I won't stop you."

Hearing this, Feng Weiwei was relieved to add wine to her glass.

Feng Weiwei's intuition was right, Han Muqing was indeed different from yesterday.

Because yesterday he was still at a loss as to whether he should continue with Feng Weiwei.

But the conversation with Su Rou not long ago made him suddenly firm up his determination.

He loves Feng Weiwei, so he is willing to wait for her to come back.

No matter how many uncertain factors will happen in the middle, or how his mother stops him, he will be with Feng Weiwei.

He also decided not to abide by the agreement between himself and Feng Weiwei.

After she returned to Germany, as long as he was free, he would definitely go to see her.

In Su Rou's words, it means that for the sake of love, she can let go of all her preciousness and face problems.

This was also the trick Bo Mujue used in the past to get Su Rou back.

After figuring this out, Han Muqing found that his heart was much more relaxed. Perhaps he has been struggling with this matter in his heart for the past year, but it took a year to figure it out. That's all.

Feng Weiwei drank a little too much, and she almost finished a bottle of red wine.

After drinking, she looked obviously different from when she was sober.

She was leaning on the sofa, her long hair was scattered behind her head, and there was a naughty strand of hair floating in front of her eyes. She grabbed it with her fingers several times but failed to catch it. Just when she was about to give up, Han Muqing came over and sat down on her. By his side, he pulled her directly into his arms, and then gently pinned the hair on her face behind her ears.

Feng Weiwei leaned in his arms, her red lips opened and closed very seductively, Han Muqing looked at her face for a long time, just when he was about to lean over to kiss her hand, she suddenly spoke.

"Han Muqing..."

Although it was not clear, she was indeed calling Han Muqing's name.

Han Muqing's heart skipped a beat, and then he responded softly: "What's wrong?"

"Han Muqing..."

As if she didn't hear Han Muqing's voice, she just instinctively grabbed Han Muqing's sleeve, and kept screaming.

Han Muqing's heart also softened slightly, such a person...how could he not love.

"I'm here."

Han Muqing hugged Feng Weiwei tightly, as if holding the rarest thing in the world: "Weiwei, I'm always here."

"Han Muqing..." Feng Weiwei babbled, her consciousness no longer clear, "Why can't we be together?"

Her voice was choked and hoarse, and she asked Han Muqing like this.

Feng Weiwei felt uncomfortable, and hadn't been really happy this year.

Every time she thought of Han Muqing, her heart seemed to be tightly held by a pair of invisible hands, and the suffocating pain made her a little out of breath.

Feng Weiwei originally thought that as long as she left far away, she would not miss Han Muqing so much.

But she was wrong, no matter how far away she was, she still couldn't forget him.

Every time she had a dream, the face of that person in the dream was also very clear, which made her never forget it even if she wanted to.

"We will be together." Han Muqing whispered softly in Feng Weiwei's ear as if promising, "We will be together, we will be together..."

"Liar..." Feng Weiwei sobbed suddenly, "You are a liar... You said we would get married, but are we separated now..."

"It's different now." Han Muqing gently patted Feng Weiwei's back as if coaxing a child, and said softly, "From now on, I will never let go."

"Really?" Feng Weiwei raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Is what you said true?"

"Of course." Han Muqing leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips, "Don't worry, I am not what I used to be."

Feng Weiwei stared blankly at him for a long while before giggling: "You said...then you are not allowed to leave me..."

"No more." Han Muqing hugged her tightly, "No, never again."

Only then was Feng Weiwei very satisfied and fell asleep in his arms.

Han Muqing picked her up and walked into the room, then gently put her on the bed and covered her with the quilt.

He wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower, but his cell phone rang suddenly.

In order not to wake Feng Weiwei up, he took his phone and went outside.

The name displayed on the phone is mother.

Han Muqing frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and still connected the phone.

"Mom." He said lightly.

"Mu Qing, isn't the wedding over? Why haven't you come back yet?" Mrs. Han asked cautiously, like a test.

"I'm not going back today." Han Muqing said indifferently, "You and Dad don't have to wait for me."

"Not coming back? Why?" Mrs. Han's tone suddenly turned cold.

"I have a friend who came back from a long way," Han Muqing said.

"Friend?" Mrs. Han sneered suddenly, "I think the woman named Feng Weiwei is back!"

Now that she had guessed it, Han Muqing didn't hide it from her anymore.

"Yes, it's Weiwei." Han Muqing's voice was cold, "I'm with her."

"Han Muqing, are you trying to piss me off!" Mrs. Han said angrily, "You and that woman have been separated for a year!"

"We are not separated." Han Muqing lowered his voice, "She just went to Germany to study."

"I don't care what she does when she goes to Germany, but you can't be with her anyway!" Mrs. Han said angrily.

"She is the one I love and the one I want to marry." Han Muqing spoke to Mrs. Han in such a cold tone for the first time, "Whether you agree or not, she will be the one I want to marry in the future."

"You...you..." Mrs. Han was so angry that she couldn't react for a long time. After a long time, you said angrily, "That woman is not worthy of you! Her low status is not worthy of marrying you at all! "

"Whether she is worthy or not is up to you." Han Muqing also lowered his face, "Mom, no matter how much you object, I will marry her when she comes back from Germany."

After finishing speaking, Han Muqing hung up the phone directly.

Madam Han was not left with a chance to speak.

After hanging up the phone, Han Muqing completely suppressed his excitement.

Regardless of whether it was Su Rou in the past or Feng Weiwei now, as long as Han Muqing likes it, Mrs. Han will not agree.

He just didn't understand, what kind of woman would catch Mrs. Han's eyes like this?

When Han Muqing was holding the phone and was about to walk into the room, the phone rang again suddenly.

He looked down, and it was still Mrs. Han calling.

He hung up the phone with a cold face, and turned off the phone by the way.

After the voice disappeared, the expression on his face softened a little.

When Han Muqing walked into the room again, he saw that Feng Weiwei had kicked the quilt away, sleeping on the bed in an unladylike sleeping position.

Han Muqing smiled helplessly, why is this Feng Weiwei still the same as before, she likes to kick the quilt while sleeping.

He walked over and put the quilt back on her.

Although it's not cold now, but she drank and fell asleep, it's better to cover her with a quilt, in case she catches a cold, it won't be good.

After doing all this, Han Muqing went to the bathroom to take a shower, then came out and sat on the balcony wearing a bathrobe, watching the company's affairs with a tablet in his hand.

Feng Weiwei didn't know how long she had slept, but she only remembered that when she woke up, it was already dark outside, and the first thing she felt when she regained consciousness was a headache.

She frowned involuntarily, then slowly opened her eyes.

The room was dark, only a dim lamp was on on the bedside table, allowing her to see the layout of the room clearly.

Feng Weiwei was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses. She remembered that she drank some wine after coming in with Han Muqing, and she didn't remember anything after that...

Thinking of this, Feng Weiwei quickly sat up from the bed, and then checked her clothes.

The clothes were still in good condition, and there was no damage at all, but because she slept irregularly, the clothes were crumpled a lot, and the collar slid down a lot, revealing the spring on her chest.

Feng Weiwei stretched out her hand and tugged at her clothes, and she finally let go of her tight heart.

She got off the bed and looked around, but found no sign of Han Muqing, did she go back?

For a moment, Feng Weiwei didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

She opened the door and went out, only to find that the light outside was still on.

She bit her lower lip and walked out slowly.

Slowly approaching the living room, the voice from the TV gradually appeared in Feng Weiwei's ears.

Han Muqing didn't leave...

As soon as this thought crossed her mind, Feng Weiwei saw Han Muqing sitting in the living room.

He was only wearing casual clothes at home, but it made him look like a young man in his twenties.

(End of this chapter)