Mu Tingyun tried his best to hurry, but was still a step too late.
Chen He had already gotten into Song Jingcheng's car and left.
Jun Lin happened to be carrying a briefcase and walked out of the studio with two capable subordinates, chatting and laughing.
Seeing a magnificent Rolls-Royce parked outside the house, Jun Lin took a closer look and exclaimed, "Wow, isn't this the third young master of the Mu family?"
"How come Mr. Mu still has time to come here?"
"Today is May 20th, Valentine's Day. Shouldn't Mr. Mu be in the hospital with your pregnant first love?"
"Jun Lin." Mu Tingyun warned Jun Lin in a deep voice: "If you can't speak, you can shut up."
Jun Lin smiled mysteriously, put one hand in his pocket, and walked in front of Mu Tingyun.
The two were of similar height. Jun Lin looked directly into Mu Tingyun's sinister eyes and said with a joking smile, "Are you angry out of shame? Did I hit a sore spot?"
Mu Tingyun lost control of his emotions and pushed Jun Lin away with force, "Get out!"
But Jun Lin did not move at all and still stood firmly in the same place.
Mu Tingyun immediately narrowed his eagle eyes and stared at Jun Lin scrutinizingly, "Have you practiced it?" Jun Lin's feet were very steady, and it was obvious that he was a martial artist.
Jun Lin shook his wrist and said, "It's a courtesy to return the favor. I just pushed you, so it's not too much for me to punch you!"
Praise!
Jun Lin hit Mu Tingyun in the abdomen with a hook punch.
Mu Tingyun bent over in pain, his handsome face pale.
"hiss--"
Mu Tingyun took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and met Jun Lin's contemptuous eyes looking at him from above. He couldn't help but look ferocious.
"Jun Lin, what position do you hold to speak up for Chen He?"
"A despicable, failed secret admirer?"
"What?" Jun Lin was stunned.
A failed secret admirer?
Mu Tingyun sneered grimly. He leaned against the dark car body, raised his chin, and looked at Jun Lin with a disdainful expression.
He was like a child who had lost his candy, mocking another classmate who hadn't gotten any candy: "Do you think I can't see it? There are so many people in the Architecture Department of University A, but you chose Chen He to open a studio with you. Isn't it just because she's pretty and you're attracted to her?"
"You're creating this sentimental widower persona, aren't you just trying to gain her sympathy and pity so you can develop an intimate relationship with her?"
"Oh."
Mu Tingyun rubbed his belly and mocked Jun Lin wantonly: "Now that you see me quarreling with her, you must be very proud in your heart, right?"
"But who are you?"
“Even if Chen He breaks up with me, it’s not your turn to take over!”
After hearing this, Jun Lin was quite puzzled.
"Mu Tingyun, just because you can't control your own dirty thoughts, you think all men and women in the world are innocent?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Jun Lin shook his head exaggeratedly and couldn't help but sigh: "Compared to Mr. Song, you really are...unsightly."
Arrogant, stingy, fickle, and his mind is dirtier than a P eye!
"Mr. Song?" This was the second time Mu Tingyun heard of Mr. Song in an hour.
He grabbed Jun Lin by the collar and asked urgently, "Who is Mr. Song? What's his name?"
Jun Lin pried open Mu Tingyun's fingers one by one, smiled playfully, and deliberately provoked him: "When Chen He gets married in the future and sends you the invitation, you will naturally know what Mr. Song's name is."
"Bye." Jun Lin left with his briefcase.
Being provoked by that 'Mr. Song' again and again, Mu Tingyun was completely enraged and vowed to find that Mr. Song even if he had to dig three feet into the ground!
How dare you snatch a woman from him? You're just dreaming!
*
There was a strong scent of soothing aroma in Song Jingcheng's car. Chen He was exhausted after a day's work.
After getting into Song Jingcheng's car, he couldn't hold on for long and fell asleep.
Chen He had dressed up specially today, and her dress only reached mid-thigh. When she sat down, most of her legs and knees were exposed.
Song Jingcheng took out a thin blanket and gently placed it between Shen He's legs. He then instructed Ma Kai, "Turn up the temperature."
Ma Kai considerately adjusted the temperature to 24 degrees.
While the other person was asleep, Song Jingcheng could look at Chen He greedily to his heart's content.
She had just touched up her makeup, applying lip gloss to her pink lips, making them sparkly pink. She also added false eyelashes and a slightly smoky grey-blue eye.
Chen He has a pair of small cat eyes, and the light smoky makeup makes her look more charming and attractive.
The more he looked at it, the more beautiful it seemed to Song Jingcheng.
He couldn't help but take out his cell phone, secretly took seven or eight photos of Chen He, and chose the best one to set as the WeChat chat background.
Then I thought that today is 520, and the younger generations in my circle of friends have been posting pictures of red envelopes, gifts, yacht parties and roses since morning.
Then he also wants to show off his baby.
Song Jingcheng thought about it, turned on the video function of his mobile phone, shot a video, and posted it directly on his Moments.
And the caption reads: [Her hands are so soft. ]
That evening, the WeChat circle of friends that Song Jingcheng was in was like a thunderclap, and it exploded!
[Oh my god!]
【Official announcement?】
【Hot hand-holding video! 】
...
Mengshan was waiting for Su Xi to get dressed.
They are also going out to celebrate Valentine's Day tonight, but Su Xi is socially anxious, and the prosperity and bustle of Qing City has nothing to do with them.
He wanted to take Su Xi out to sea on a private cruise ship and also invited a symphony orchestra to perform for them.
It takes some time for a girl to dress up. Mengshan had nothing to do, so she took out her mobile phone and opened WeChat. As soon as she entered the circle of friends, she saw Song Jingcheng's newly updated circle of friends.
"Huh?"
"Did Lao Song post on WeChat Moments?"
How strange.
Song Jingcheng has been using WeChat for more than ten years, but he has only posted one message on his Moments so far, which was last week, when he posted a few photos of kittens crying for food.
This old-fashioned guy actually posted something on WeChat Moments? Or a video?
He walked through the living room and came to the backyard, leaning against the Roman column, biting the cigarette and lighting the video.
When you click on the video, what jumps into your sight is a beautiful sunset-dyed sunset glow. The camera switches to the inside of the car.
The camera moves down, revealing a pair of intertwined hands.
The two hands are one big and one small, clearly belonging to a man and a woman.
The girl's nails were trimmed into an arc shape. She had no manicure, so her nails were clean and very slender.
Song Jingcheng held that hand tightly, as if holding a treasure.
This blatant show-off almost blinded Mengshan's eyes.
He exhaled a long puff of smoke, gave Song Jingcheng a thumbs-up, then opened Song Jingcheng's WeChat and asked him: [Dating Chen He?]
Song Jingcheng: [She invited me to see an art exhibition.]
Tsk.
Mengshan gave him a thumbs-up emoji and sighed: "You, my secret lover, will soon be officially married."
Seeing that Song Jingcheng was ignoring him, Mengshan said again: "Originally, I was planning to ask you to be my best man at my wedding. But our status and generation have changed now, so it's not appropriate."
As soon as the message was sent, a striking red exclamation mark appeared on the left side of the dialog box.
And a reminder:
The message was sent, but was rejected by the recipient.
"Oh, I blocked him."
Mengshan smiled playfully, quickly took a screenshot of the scene and forwarded it to Su Xi, and sent a voice message to complain: [Baby, tell Chen He not to be nice to Lao Song tonight, he blocked me!]
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