Chapter 130 He Has Moved On

or of the carriage was covered with an expensive Persian carpet. On one side was a row of comfortable apricot-colored leather sofas, and on the other side was a row of high-end wine cabinets. On the b...Tong Yimo pulled the blanket, not daring to look directly at Leng Zhulang's face, so she could only shyly pull the blanket over her head.

Leng Zhujing put on her clothes and walked out of the guest room, going straight to the front door.

Through the cat's eye, he saw the person outside the door and was startled.

The doorbell rang again.

Leng Zhujing glanced back at the doorway, then picked up her keys, put on her shoes, and briskly opened the door and went out, closing it behind her.

Outside the door, Ji Siyan watched Leng Zhujing come out, and as if feeling guilty, she closed the door. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him: "What Afraid your wife will find out"

"Siyan, what's the matter" Leng Zhuxiang changed the subject.

Ji Siyan took out her phone from her bag and handed it to Leng Zhujing. "I thought you were working overtime, so I took the initiative to find you, but I found that you forgot to bring your phone."

"Thank you." Leng Zhujing took the phone and smiled faintly.

Ji Siyan suddenly reddened her eyes and threw herself into Leng Zhun's arms.

Instinctively, he quickly pulled her into a nearby safety passage.

He wanted to push her away, but she held him tighter.

Ji Siyan smelled a faint fragrance, and this perfume was... musky.

"Did your wife seduce you tonight"

Cold words, from Ji Siyan's mouth, carried a strong vinegar flavor.

Before Leng Zhurong could answer, she continued, “And she succeeded. You reacted to her… you want her, Ajing, don’t I”

Leng Zhuxi frowned and fell silent.

Ji Siyan suddenly felt a pang of heartache. Last time, she also used a musky perfume and had seduced him, but he didn't have any physical reaction to her. On the contrary, that woman named Yimo, with just a few coquettish text messages, got him back home.

The same perfume elicited a masculine response from him towards Yi Mo, that woman.

Has he fallen for someone else already

Ji Siyan, tears welling in her eyes, tiptoed and pressed her lips to Leng Zhujing's.

"Ajing, you love me, right You still love me, don't you Ajing, I love you. I really love you! Don't leave me...don't leave me..." Ji Siyan sobbed as she kissed him passionately.

Suddenly, the thoughts of the cold midday scenery were somewhat chaotic.

What is he doing

The previous moment, he was still being "romantic" with his new bride. Now, he's all mixed up with his first love

"Siyan!" Leng Zhubing pushed away Ji Siyan, "Don't do this!"

Ji Siyan was stunned, and her crying stopped abruptly.

"Tonight, stay with me..."

She pleaded almost desperately.

Leng Zhuxiang shook his head slightly.

"What You want to go back and sleep with your wife, right Don't you know your wife is wearing a perfume that can bewitch men" Ji Siyan said angrily.

Leng Zhujing couldn't help but frown.

"You think you're reacting to her because you're in love with her No! You don't. You're reacting because your wife has put perfume poison on you!" Ji Siyan said relentlessly.

Leng Zhuxi, upon hearing this, seemed to be filled with indignation.

"Sīyán, you go back first."

"Ajing..."

Enough!

At Leng Zhuding's cold reprimand, Ji Siyan shut her mouth.

Well, she has already won. There's no need to dwell on it any further. She should know when to stop.

"Then I'll go back first..." Ji Siyan said, walking towards the elevator.

After returning home from seeing Leng Zhubing, he went straight into the bathroom to take a cold shower, trying to wash away his desire for Tong Yimò.

On the other side, Tong Yimo lay on the bed, her heart beating faster as she listened to the sound of water from the bathroom. After a long time, she heard Leng Zhujing's footsteps coming out of the bathroom and walking towards the sofa. Only then did her mood return to calm.

She thought he would continue with the unfinished "business" from before. It seems she failed...

Actually, he was just short of truly having her.

Tong Yimo put on her clothes, got up from the bed, and came to Leng Zhujing's side.

She was just about to touch his body, but his "Goodnight" made her hand pause in mid-air, a strange ache in her heart.

Tong Yimo smiled wryly, he truly didn't love her!

If it's love, he will definitely take her back when he returns!

Unfortunately, he didn't.

Tong Yimo returned to bed alone.

The next day, when she woke up and saw Leng Zhü's first glance, Tong Yimo smiled and greeted him good morning, but in return, he gave her a cold face.

"Midday, did I do something wrong"

Tong Yimo bit her lip and tentatively asked.

"You..." Leng Zhujing glanced at Tong Yimo, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

Tong Yi Mo gazed at the cold midday scene, waiting for his next words, but there were no more.

"I'm going to work," Leng Zhujian said calmly, then turned and walked towards the door.

Tong Yimo frowned and blurted out stubbornly, "Zhuangjing, I want a child with you."

Hearing the three words "have a child," Leng Zhujing's body and mind were startled.

He slightly turned his body, his voice still very cold: "You're still young now, we can talk about children's matters later."

"I really want to!"

Tong Yimo's expression was resolute. Perhaps, if they had a child together, she could capture his heart.

"How old are you now" Leng Zhujing suddenly asked.

Tong Yimo replied, "Twenty."

"Your real age!"

"Eighteen and a half!" Tong Yimo pursed her lips.

"So, you're still too young now." Leng Zhujing frowned slightly. "I have something to do, I'll leave first."

Tong Yi Mo retorted, "I..."

But before she could finish her words, Leng Zhujing opened the door and walked straight out.

She really wanted to have a child with him...

But she hadn't considered one thing: that he didn't want to have children with her at all.

Yes, he doesn't want to.

Tong Yimo's nose soured, tears falling as she slowly crouched down.

For the first time, she had a selfish desire because what she wanted wasn't his sympathy but his love.

Perhaps it was because of these little selfish thoughts that Tong Yimo, as if possessed, started making phone calls to harass Leng Zhuxiang.

When Leng Zhuxiang was working halfway through, Tong Yimo's phone call came.

"Hey."

Every time he answered the phone, it was this one word. At first, it wasn't a big deal, but as the calls increased, he began to get impatient.

"E Mo, what on earth do you want to do"

Leng Zhujing put down her work and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the dreary scene outside.

This morning, Tong Yimo had made no less than ten phone calls.

Instead of asking him what he liked, they asked him what he disliked. They even asked him how much a pound of Chinese cabbage cost at the market today!

Cold Noon was close to breaking down.

"You always work late, and I haven't had a good chance to chat with you. So, I just wanted to have a proper conversation with you." Tong Yimo replied.

Leng Zhujing frowned: "Yimo, I'm very busy. That's all, I'll hang up first!"

The moment the phone hung up, a magnetic voice echoed in my ear.

Who is Yimo

Hearing this, Leng Zhujing raised her eyes to look towards the office door.

Lán Yè Chén has already walked in and leisurely sat down on the sofa beside him.

"Big brother." Leng Zhujing tossed his phone onto the office desk and sat down opposite Leng Yecheng.

"Have you gotten a girlfriend" Leng Ye asked with a teasing tone. He remembered that his younger brother was deeply in love with his first girlfriend.

Leng Zhjing shook his head slightly and quickly changed the subject: "Let me brief you on the progress of that project in Xizhen."

After discussing project issues for a while, Leng Zhujing stepped out for something. At this moment, his phone on the desk vibrated again.

At first, Leng Ye Shen didn't pay attention. But after his phone vibrated, it started vibrating again, and this state lasted for ten minutes.

The other party is truly persistent!

Late at night, Chen Hui smiled knowingly. He put down the file in his hand, got up and walked to the desk, picked up Leng Zhujing's phone.

The incoming call on my phone displays the name "Yimo".

In the cold night, Chen recalled the name that Leng Zhujing had called when he first arrived.

Yi Mo, this name sounds pretty good.

Cold night unconsciously pressed the answer button.

"Midday, are you coming back for lunch today"

This voice...

Cold night, Chen Xin felt a startle.

"Daylight Why are you suddenly silent"

"I am not of the day," Leng Ye Chen replied.

Tong Yimo heard another man's voice coming from the phone, and couldn't help but be startled: "That... who are you"

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