g scoffed, "I only like my Luo Yu. Other men, stand aside.""Me too! I only like my master and Luo Yu!" Lian Xing'er immediately sided with Gu Qianning."Your master has a wife now, and you still like y...Tong Yimo opened her misty eyes and stared at Leng Yechen. She felt very aggrieved in her heart: "What should I do if my second-married husband is too flirtatious"

Suddenly, she took his hand and feigned checking his pulse.

Cold Night sank thoughtfully at her action.

"Big brother, you have too much internal heat. You need to calm your mind and desires, lest it cause a fire in your heart, leading to nosebleeds or something worse! That would be terrible!" Tong Yimo said with conviction.

But he didn't seem to take her words seriously at all, of course, since she was making things up.

Before she went to high school, she would indeed take people's pulse, something her grandmother had taught her. However, all these years later, she didn't inherit her grandmother's mantle, and essentially returned all the medical knowledge her grandmother had imparted to her.

The next second, Tong Yimo couldn't help but laugh herself.

In the cold night, Chen sunk a smirk at the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head slightly and was about to kiss down when Tong Yimo held his chest with both hands and patted him lightly. Then she raised her index finger and pointed awkwardly at the high-definition infrared camera hanging in the corner of the elevator ceiling.

At this late hour, there must be security guards watching in the surveillance room, right

Cold Night's gaze followed the direction pointed by Tong Yimo, stopping at the camera. He stared fixedly at it, his black eyes narrowing slightly, his gaze sharp and piercing.

On the other side, in the monitoring room, the male security guard sitting at the monitor shivered involuntarily when he saw Leng Yechen's eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

The monitoring room is also monitored, so...

The next second, the male security guard immediately and tactfully tore down a yellow sticky note from the screen, blocking the surveillance display of the president's exclusive elevator.

Look but do not covet!

At the moment she turned her head, Leng Ye Shen, in the depths of the cold night, pinched Tong Yi Mo's jaw with his slender fingers and gently lifted it. His long legs moved closer, pressing her into his arms, and he lowered his head, his thin lips sucking onto her two lips like a magnet.

He gently lingered on her lips, his tenderness making her lose herself in the moment.

Tong Yimo slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her fair skin.

She loved his gentle kiss so much. It was soft like marshmallows, tender like jelly, and...

The elevator dinged, arriving at the floor of the CEO's office, but Leng Yecheng suddenly let go of her.

Tong Yimo suddenly opened her eyes, gazing up at Leng Yechen like she had just woken from a dream.

He took her hand, placed it against his damp lips, and gave her one last lingering kiss. He smiled without speaking, then calmly scooped her up in his arms and walked out of the elevator.

The feeling just now, it's as sweet as first love.

He took her to the rest room on the second floor of the president's office. He had already filled the bath for her and carried her into the bathroom. After she limped out of the bathroom, he carefully carried her to bed and brought over some liniment. He massaged her sprained ankle and applied the medication. Then he took a hairdryer and patiently blow-dried her long hair.

There are no clothes she needs to change here, so she's wearing his white shirt.

The hem of her shirt just covered her hips, and her two white legs were together, making it easy to imagine a scene.

Originally, she thought about what they should do after he finished his shower, but he just reached out and put his arm behind her head, gently hugging her, and they both lay down on the bed.

"Brother, I want to hear you sing." She leaned against his chest, like she was acting cute.

He replied calmly, "I can't sing." After a pause, he added, "Which song do you want to hear me sing I'll learn it."

"I want to hear that song, 'Moon Represents My Heart.'" she said without hesitation.

He gently kissed the top of her head and replied, "Alright, I'll wait until I learn how to sing it before I perform for you."

Tong Yi Mo smiled sweetly and snuggled into Leng Ye Shen's warm embrace. Unconsciously, she slowly closed her eyes.

That night, she had a strange dream.

In a dream, within a white expanse, a boy of five or six years old gently rocked a small cradle. Inside the cradle lay a pink infant, with tiny fists clenched and swaddled in cloth, fast asleep.

The little boy rocked back and forth, leaned over, and suddenly kissed the baby's face. Then he mumbled something to the little one.

The next day.

When Tong Yimo woke up, the bed beside her was icy cold, and there was no trace of Leng Yechen.

She sat up and found that her ankle no longer hurt. Just as she was pleased, a muffled sound of voices from downstairs caught her attention.

Listening to the sounds, it's like the eldest brother and the daytime scenery

Tong Yimo hurriedly got out of bed and tiptoed to the top of the spiral staircase.

"If grandpa knew about you and Momo, he wouldn't agree to you two being together." Leng Zhujing frowned, sitting on the sofa beside him, raising his eyes to look at his older brother, Leng Yecheng, who was seriously reviewing documents behind the desk.

"A-Jing, if you're here to tell me this, then you can leave." Leng Yechen didn't even lift his head, his cold and stern face showing no emotion as he coldly ordered Leng Zhujing to leave.

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