Mr. Lin is crazy about his cute wife

Zhang Yueyue was frightened by Lin Du's sudden action. They had not had any physical contact since their divorce. "Lin Du, are you sick? Let me go. We are divorced."

"We can remarry after divorce. I can give you enough time to forgive me and fall in love with me. However, you can't have too many unnecessary people around you." Lin Du was strong and confident. He was very much like Lin Yitang, or Lin Yitang was like him. He used brute force to pull Zhang Yueyue closer to him so that he could hug her tighter.

Zhang Yueyue calmed down and said calmly, "I forgive you? That's impossible. Let me go, or I'll call the police to arrest you and sue you for harassing me."

Lin Du smiled and put his face close to Zhang Yueyue's ear. "Would I be afraid of the police coming to arrest me? I've harassed you anyway, so why not continue to harass you?"

The hot air from Lin Du's breath sprayed on Zhang Yueyue's skin. She hadn't had such close contact with Lin Du for a long time. The memories of their intimate interactions seemed like just yesterday, but now everything has changed.

"Lin Du, please respect yourself and love yourself. We can still meet each other now, but if you continue like this, we will lose contact in the future and we will never have any contact with each other again." Zhang Yueyue warned calmly. She knew that Lin Du would not force her.

Lin Du kissed Zhang Yueyue's cheek gently. "Yuer, can I just keep your emotions calm like this? If I force you, will you also be so nonchalant?"

Zhang Yueyue did not struggle, and said calmly, “You won’t, although I am disappointed in you, an old playboy, but you are not that kind of person.

Lindu, you should go back soon, it's too late.

Someone is coming to the gallery to order a painting tomorrow, so I have to go there early."

"Yuer, let's go to the gallery together tomorrow. Someone will come to the gallery to deliver something tomorrow. Good night."

Lin Du smiled slightly, let go of Zhang Yueyue, and went upstairs and back to his room with an elegant gentleman's demeanor, as if the dangerous man just now was not him.

Lin Du did not return to the old house. Instead, Zhang Yueyue felt much more at ease. She shrugged, took a long breath, reached out and gently touched the cheek that had just been kissed by Lin Du, feeling a little flustered.

Lin Du was standing at the handrail of the stairs. When he saw this scene, his face was filled with joy and he quickly returned to his bedroom.

The next morning, it was almost seven o'clock, but the sunlight still didn't shine through the curtains.

Zhang Yueyue slept well all night. She turned over and was pricked by the gold bracelet on her wrist. She remembered that she had acknowledged Grandma Lin as her mother last night. She looked at the gold bracelet given by Grandma Lin on her wrist, stretched, and got out of bed to draw the curtains.

There was a drizzle outside the window. Zhang Yueyue opened the window, stuck her head out, and breathed in the humid air of the rainy day, which was fresh and cool.

Every autumn rain brings a chill, and winter is here so soon. She felt a little cold, so she quickly shrank back and went to wash up.

Zhang Yueyue washed and dressed herself up, went downstairs and went straight to the restaurant. Lin Du was already sitting at the dining table in a suit and tie.

Zhang Yueyue was wearing an off-white business suit, a small blazer and trousers. Her hair was still combed into a smooth bun. On the collar of her suit was a small brooch worth millions, which was shining with a light milky white light.

Lin Du and Zhang Yueyue usually dress casually when they go to the gallery, but today they are both dressed formally, looking a bit like workplace elites.

"Yuer, good morning!" Lin Du was very enthusiastic, and there was a hint of ambiguity in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Yueyue.

Zhang Yueyue's attitude was even colder than before, "Yeah."

At the round dining table, Zhang Yueyue sat in the seat farthest from Lin Du. Although it was the farthest seat, it was actually not far away.

Seeing that Zhang Yueyue was cold towards him, Lin Du was not in a hurry. He gently and considerately poured a bowl of hot soy milk for Zhang Yueyue, added sugar, and tore the fried dough sticks into small pieces and soaked them in the soy milk. This was Zhang Yueyue's favorite way to eat it.

Lin Du put the small bone china spoon in the bowl, "Yuer, today's soy milk is very delicious and thick. Eat more. A balanced diet will keep your skin beautiful and healthy."