when you are drunk

Chapter 146 151. I Come to Accompany My Wife
Biyan Villa, today is sunny and sunny.

In front of the long mirror in the bedroom, the little Siamese cat was lying on the table, patting a pair of gray wear-resistant riding gloves with its small paws.

Gu Qingcen put on a calm riding outfit, pulled up his waterfall-like black hair in front of the long mirror, and combed a neat ponytail.

Mu Linzhi had entered the bedroom inadvertently, stood behind her, frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Going to the racecourse?"

Qing Cen hummed lightly, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed and had already tied up his knee pads.

Mu Linzhi's eyes, which were as deep as a deep pool, were tightly locked on her body, his thin lips were slightly parted, and the words were still so forceful, "Who are you going with? When will you be back?"

"...you are more verbose than my father." Qing Cen squinted at him and whispered something sullenly.

Mu Linzhi's long eyelashes were drawn slightly, and when he approached her, he bent down and bowed his head, with his strong arms resting on the sides of the bed beside her, and said in a calm tone, "Tell me, and I won't ask."

The figure of the man leaned down and surrounded her, leaving behind a familiar haze. There was a nice faint smell of coffee on him.

"...It was Yao Yao who called me to the racecourse. She wanted to make a report and asked me to take some photos." Qing Cen replied with a helpless tone.

The old fox didn't hurry to get out of the way, she was almost late.

Mu Linzhi's hands propped by the bed didn't move a bit, his brows were frowned, and his voice was low, "Who is Yao Yao? Male or female?"

Qing Cen closed his eyes tiredly, "...Of course it's a girl, you don't even remember the interview they filmed for you."

Mu Linzhi smiled leisurely, his thin lips curved slightly, and he spoke slowly, with a dark tone, "There are not many people I can remember."

"She's my best friend, get out of the way, don't get in the way." Qing Cen's tone was a little impatient, she wanted to push him away but couldn't, the man's waist was too tight.

"I'll go with you." Mu Linzhi let out a deep laugh, and finally straightened up and let go of her.

The old fox is really... no one invited him, okay...

Mu Linzhi then changed into a riding outfit, and without any explanation, he took Gu Qingcen and drove all the way to the racecourse in the western suburbs of Nancheng.

The racecourse manager came up to welcome him, and greeted Mu Linzhi familiarly, "Mr. Mu, you and your wife are here."

Mo Zhiyao approached with a Hasselblad camera, saw Mu Linzhi was a little surprised, smiled and took Qing Cen's wrist, "Qingqing, you are so busy and still come to help me, thank you~"

"However, does Mr. Mu have time to come over today?" She turned her head and asked Mu Linzhi.

Mu Linzhi lowered his eyes and glanced at her holding Qingcen's wrist, and snatched it away without showing any traces. His thin lips parted slightly, and his tone was calm, "Well, I'll accompany my wife."

Qingcen could clearly feel the strength in this old fox's hand, with clear possessive power.

"Hey, let's choose a place suitable for taking pictures first." Her face was slightly flushed, and she didn't know if it was because of the strong sunlight.

"Yeah, I picked two locations, and took a few more photos at each location." Mo Zhiyao smiled and pointed to the southwest and northwest corners of the racecourse.

The racecourse manager approached with two white horses. The horses were strong and powerful, and their coats were round and not dazzling.

Mu Linzhi turned on the horse easily and swiftly. He was dressed in warm white riding clothes, knee pads were tied on his two slender and straight legs, and the riding boots had dark patterns emerging, which were very delicate.

He held the reins tightly and took a few steps forward calmly, the wind passed by the ends of his hair under the helmet, and the graceful arcs at the end of his eyes.

He rode his horse and stopped under the sun, with a rather cheerful smile on his thin lips, he walked up to her and stretched out a hand to her.

"Honey, come on—"

(End of this chapter)