Love Burns Out: Mr. Li Loves Me

"Mr. Li... Mr. Li..."

Mu Rong's voice involuntarily became more charming, as if water could drip out of it. Her originally clear voice was now filled with endless temptation and teasing, making people feel itchy.

Once upon a time, Mu Rong worked as a hostess in the Jazz Bar and received professional training.

She knows how to use her unique charm to attract men's attention, and this coquettish, gentle and charming tone is her forte.

Every word that came out of her mouth carried an indescribable charm, like a melodious melody, gentle and lingering, intoxicating. Wasn't it because of her voice and beauty that she attracted the noble man in front of her when she was in Jazz?

However, from Li Zhengting's perspective, all his attention and focus were on Wen Rong, so he did not even consider Mu Rong as a woman.

Therefore, the clipping sound of wood wool has no effect at all.

Not only did it not work, it also had a counterproductive effect.

Li Zhengting was already a manic-depressed person, and the result of his hangover was that his temples were throbbing as if they were about to explode. But that faint sweet peach scent just wouldn't let him go, so as soon as he opened his eyes, he walked into the bathroom with a gloomy face, letting the ice-cold water wash over his body, trying to extinguish the evil dragon in his lower abdomen.

But it was all useless, so he could only relieve himself quickly and come out with wet hair.

Therefore, the wood wool that appeared in front of him now was just a rat ant that invaded the private territory of the lion. It was like stroking the whiskers of a beast, so noisy and annoying.

"How did you get in here?"

Li Zhengting has a strong sense of personal territory. Except for the cleaning staff, no one dares to set foot in this lounge.

"S-sorry, I didn't know you were in the office. I-I just wanted to come..."

His eyes were fierce and frightening, as if if she couldn't give a reasonable explanation, she would be immediately picked up and thrown out of the window more than 70 stories high!

Just one glance made Mu Rong's legs almost go weak! Then her eyes caught the bouquet of champagne roses on the bed, and she quickly came up with a countermeasure!

"Boss Li, I came in to change the water and add nutrient solution to the champagne roses..."

Sure enough, Li Zhengting's expression brightened slightly when he mentioned the bouquet of champagne roses on the bed that had been ravaged and could never come back to life.

"From now on, you are not allowed to step into the lounge without my permission." The man's attitude did not soften at all, and he warned Mu Rong in a cold voice.

For a moment, Mu Rong felt very complicated. On the one hand, she was embarrassed because of Li Zhengting's words, on the other hand... she watched the man walk to the bar, pour a glass of water and drink it. The sound insulation in the lounge was very good, and the whole room was so quiet that she could clearly hear the sound of the man drinking water and swallowing. Mu Rong's heartbeat quickened!

In the past, Mr. Li always had a cold and hard aura that kept strangers away. Even if he was gentlemanly and polite in his dealings with others, he still exuded a sense of alienation and restraint that made people dare not look directly at him.

But nowadays, men are shirtless, only wearing a white bath towel around their waists, with rough and smooth abdominal muscle lines upwards. When they hold the cup, their biceps bulge, and their sexual tension is fully stretched, which is extremely seductive.

Mu Rong blinked, her almond-shaped eyes were round and innocent, as if she had no improper thoughts at all - "Mr. Li, do you have a headache? I took nursing courses in college and know some relief techniques. How about I give you a massage, and you'll feel better..."

Li Zhengting walked to the closet and pulled out a bathrobe to put it on. His voice was three times colder than before, "No need, thank you."

Mu Rong, who was rejected one after another, bit her pink lips aggrievedly and muttered reluctantly: "Okay then..."

Mu Rong moved away from the lounge.

But just as he left the office, Secretary Liu happened to enter the door of the president's office.

Looking at the direction where Mu Rong was walking, Secretary Liu narrowed his eyes!

"Didn't I tell you that you can't enter President Li's office without permission? Mu Rong, if you don't have a good memory, you are not suitable to stay in the president's office."

Mu Rong's face turned red and then white, it was a wonderful scene!

She explained aggrievedly, "No, Secretary Liu, it was Boss Li who called me in for something. I didn't take the initiative. In that case, should I listen to you or Boss Li?"

Secretary Liu's expression paused!

How could Mr. Li come so early? She had just received a notice yesterday saying that Mr. Li had just returned from abroad. It was uncertain whether Mr. Li could come to work today!

He would definitely stay in the Elk Manor to accompany Wen Rong, and he would like to stick to her all the time, like some kind of large dog.

Or... did Mr. Li stay at the company last night and didn't go back to Elk Manor at all! ?

"Okay, I get it. But Mu Rong, I still want to advise you. If Mr. Li is single, I can do whatever you want. If you really catch his eye, it's your own business. But Mr. Li is a married man now. You are so young, don't ruin your future."

At this time, the staff of the President's Office came in one after another and clearly heard what Secretary Liu said.

Mu Rong stood there, as if a slap was coming towards her!

Humph! Mu Rong was very disdainful in his heart. So what if he has a family?

If she really wins over President Li, what is the point of having a career as a small secretary like this?

Wouldn’t it be nice to just be a rich man’s little wife?

Besides, if she could get promoted, it would mean that Mrs. Li was just so-so and couldn't look down on her man. Could she be blamed?

…………

noon.

Weng Shuyao rushed to the Elk Manor and smelled a rich and delicious aroma as soon as she entered the door. Even someone like her who didn't like eating fish very much found it very fragrant.

"Alan, what kind of fish are you stewing? It smells so good!"

The kitchen door was opened, and Ye Birou greeted with a smile: "Sister Shuyao is here? Come in quickly..."

Seeing Wen's mother there, the smile in Weng Shuyao's eyes deepened. Wen Rong is pregnant now, and what she needs most is the company of her relatives. With her mother around, the child will at least feel more at ease.

Thinking of that bastard Li Zhengting, she was so angry!

Auntie Lan brought out a bowl of fish soup. Even with the lid on, steam continued to come out of the tiny vents. "It's still a little hot, but the fish soup won't taste good if it gets cold. I'll beat it up and bring it up first. You guys can chat slowly!"

After saying that, Aunt Lan went upstairs with the freshly cooked fish soup.

Their wife came here at this time, she must have something to say to her in-laws, so she took the opportunity to avoid them.

Sure enough, as soon as Aunt Lan went upstairs, Weng Shuyao took Ye Birou's hand and patted it gently. After a pause, she said, "Birou..."

But as soon as she opened her mouth, Ye Birou stopped her from saying anything and smiled comfortingly: "Sister Shuyao, I know what you want to say. As a mother, I understand your intentions, but it's just a matter between the young couple, and we really can't get involved."

Weng Shuyao sighed, "It's Zheng Ting who is sorry for Dada, and it's also my fault. I threw him to his grandfather when he was young. I didn't discipline him enough since he was a child, which led to his arrogant and self-willed personality now!"

Ye Birou thought that it was not entirely her fault. She was originally unaware of the secrets of these wealthy families. But after spending so many days together, Aunt Lan did not treat her as an outsider and briefly mentioned Weng Shuyao's miserable experience. Only then did she know what was going on.

She was still in confinement at the time, and her husband had disappeared with their little daughter. It was a good thing that she didn't go crazy. What else could be forced to do?

…………

After Aunt Lan went upstairs, she found that Wen Rong in the bedroom had already woken up and was sitting in front of the bay window talking on a video call with someone. When she walked closer, she found that the girl on the other end of the screen was Qi Ran.

Qi Ran on the other side of the screen gestured something, and Wen Rong replied with a smile: "It's been five months, and it's very lively every day, swimming around in my belly..."

Wen Rong looked at Qi Ran on the screen. After half a year of recuperation, her hair had grown a lot longer. It was thicker and denser, and its length had grown to the jawline, highlighting her slender neck. From the reduced screen, the scars on her face had faded and blended with her skin tone. They could not be seen at all without careful observation.

"Ranran, how are you doing recently? Youyou is already over eight months old, do you sleep well at night? It's been hard, right?"

Speaking of this, she didn’t know if it was Wen Rong’s illusion, but she always felt that Ranran’s expression became unnatural, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

Qi Ran blinked and raised her hand to gesture: [I'm fine. Yoyo is very well behaved. She doesn't make a fuss at ordinary times. It's just that she has a hard time turning over when she sleeps at night.]

Wen Rong was worried about her and asked quickly, "Have you contacted the hospital yet? The due date is still more than a month away, so we need to prepare in advance."

The camera on Qi Ran's side shook, as if it had changed direction, but with this turn, Wen Rong clearly saw the interior decoration design. It was not the original small apartment.

"Ranran, have you moved to a new house?"

Qi Ran heard her question and nodded, "Yes, it was that man... Once I was on my way to the hospital for a pregnancy test and encountered a shooting incident on the streets of London. Passersby were running away frantically. I couldn't run fast while pregnant with Yoyo, so he... took me to this villa by force."

Wen Rong listened to Qi Ran's story, his heart going up and down like a roller coaster.

But seeing that she was fine now, I felt relieved.

"Ranran, this is good. At least Gu Fengjue will protect you and Yoyo."

After all, he is Youyou's biological father.

Qi Ran slightly curved the corners of his lips, with indescribable melancholy in his eyes.

She didn't want to have anything to do with Gu Fengjue anymore. She had already fled from Beicheng to the foreign city of Lun, but she still couldn't escape his sphere of influence.

Besides, she is now pregnant with Yoyo and is getting advanced in pregnancy, so she simply does not have the energy to travel from one city to another.

Let's wait until Youyou is born, Qi Ran told herself. Since Gu Fengjue wants to play the role of a good man, she might as well not use him. When everything is settled, she can take Youyou to settle in another country.

After hanging up the phone, Auntie Lan hurriedly brought the fish soup over, "Dai Da, drink it while it's hot. It will get cold if you wait any longer!"

Wen Rong looked at the things Aunt Lan brought over with a confused look on his face. As soon as he opened the lid, he smelled a fresh aroma with a hint of milky flavor. The fish soup was milky white, even whiter than the porcelain container.

But Wen Rong had no appetite at all. However, since Aunt Lan had worked so hard to make the food, she didn’t want to waste her kindness.

She had no choice but to pick up the spoon, but as soon as she took a bite, Aunt Lan looked at her expectantly, waiting to ask her how the fish soup was.

Before Wen Rong could swallow it, her face turned pale, she covered her mouth and quickly ran to the bathroom!

Aunt Lan was startled and hurried over! She patted and stroked her back gently, trying to make her feel better.

"Dada, what's going on?"

Wen Rong's face turned pale from vomiting, and by the end, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained.

She waved her hands and said weakly, "...I'm fine. Maybe I can't get used to the taste."

But suddenly, a strange and strong smell appeared in the bathroom, along with a hint of patchouli, and even the strength of the touch on her back felt much more comfortable.

Wen Rong's whole body stiffened, he slowly turned around, and suddenly met a pair of dark and deep eyes.

Aunt Lan hurriedly made room for the man who suddenly appeared and quietly stepped aside.

Li Zhengting took the tissue and wiped the corners of Wen Rong's lips while she was in a daze. He didn't look unnatural at all, as if he had done it thousands of times before.

The moment Li Zhengting entered the room, he smelled the aroma of milk in the room. He lowered his voice and instructed Aunt Lan, "Make a new batch. Use fresh coconut water to stew the fish soup. Don't add any ingredients with milky flavor. Add two drops of lemon juice before serving."

Aunt Lan wrote down all the key points and quickly left with the failed fish soup.

Wen Rong withdrew her gaze, but Li Zhengting took another half step closer to her, almost trying to hold her in his arms.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Have you not been eating well these days?"

When he came back yesterday, he saw her changes. Her face was round and plump before she left, but when he came back, it was so thin that her chin had shrunk into a delicate point.

It’s just that the atmosphere yesterday was really... He didn’t even have time to stay and see more, and he left in a huff.

Because if she didn't leave, he might not be able to control himself and do something to her in his rage.

Wen Rong sniffed, took the cup, rinsed her mouth, then turned around silently and wanted to leave the bathroom without looking at him again the whole time.

Before she walked out of the bathroom door, Wen Rong's arm was pulled back by a gentle but irresistible force!

The next second, her feet were off the ground, and after hanging in the air for two seconds, she was placed on the sink.

The edge of the washbasin was wrapped with soft material. When Wen Rong's belly just started to bulge, Li Zhengting asked the servants to do this for fear of accidentally hitting her belly.

Wen Rong's originally cold and indifferent eyebrows were now wide open with panic, and his brown pupils flickered back and forth, looking much more lively.

It also made Li Zhengting's heart no longer so anxious and depressed.

His palm stroked Wen Rong's delicate neck, his fingers inserted into her hair, and his palm was angled slightly upwards, forcing Wen Rong to raise her chin.

"DaDa, how long are you going to torture me, huh?"