The engagement is over, but the black-bellied president won't let go

The thank you shocked Xiao Yiyang, and he narrowed his eyes, with the corners of his lips slightly raised...

Leng Ruofei glanced at Xiao Yiyang who was driving. Although the suit he was wearing was simple, it was of high quality and exquisite workmanship. If he really worked here, then the owner of this funeral home was definitely a smart person who pursued taste and image.

Leng Ruofei had not been to many funeral homes, but the Wolongshan Funeral Home was top-notch. It was so spacious and bright that it could be called a five-star banquet hall. And the help of this man made her believe that this was what made it different from ordinary funeral homes. The service was thoughtful. Even the clothes of the staff...

It is said that the easiest way to make money is from the dead, and it is true.

"First time in Mocheng?" Xiao Yiyang manipulated the steering wheel skillfully.

"Oh, no." Leng Ruofei answered politely. Not wanting to have too much communication with strangers, she turned her face to the side and looked out the window. Pains came from her lower abdomen, making her frown. Is her period coming soon? Her mind suddenly became unclear, and the days of the past month were a little blurry.

The car did not stop at the highway entrance, but continued driving along the national highway.

"Where are you going? I'll take you there." Xiao Yiyang looked deeply at the rearview mirror, his thin lips twitching slightly.

Leng Ruofei didn't expect him to be so attentive. Thinking of his outfit, he didn't refuse, "Mocheng Airport, thank you!"

Xiao Yiyang didn't ask any more questions, but occasionally observed Leng Ruofei's expression from the rearview mirror while waiting for the red light.

She kept the same posture, looking out the window, her eyes wandering, as if she was thinking about something. She looked very peaceful.

It is hard to imagine that with such a "harmless" image, her emotions are so unrestrained that she can have a love affair with a 68-year-old man. And he knows very well that the relationship between Mu Lao and her is "pure as water", because they were yesterday... and she didn't know anything at all.

There was no traffic jam when we arrived at Mocheng Airport. Leng Ruofei took out a red ticket from his wallet and handed it to Xiao Yiyang: "Thank you for your thoughtful service!"

Xiao Yiyang raised his narrow eyes and looked at her deeply, smiling, and raised his bony hands: "No need."

He also pulled out a business card from his wallet and handed it to Leng Ruofei: "This is my business card. If you need anything, you can find me."

Leng Ruofei chuckled. Businessmen are businessmen. Even the staff of the funeral home are so good at publicity. Don't you know that if there is really a need, I hope that person is not me.

She still politely took the business card, thanked him again, and got out of the car.

"Elen?" Xiao Yiyang rolled down the car window and an evil smile appeared on his handsome face.

Leng Ruofei, who had already walked more than ten meters, turned around and looked at him puzzledly with her beautiful eyes.

"Have a good rest." He looked at her straight in the eyes. Leng Rufei shuddered all over. She quickly tightened her clothes, nodded hurriedly, and walked towards the airport as if escaping.

Xiao Yiyang narrowed his eyes, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff. Just now, when she got off the car, her cashmere coat was a little loose, and a red necklace pendant on her exposed neck was faintly visible...

——For those who are waiting for updates, you can review Aguai’s completed works "The Cold President’s Woman" and "Not What I Want".