Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love (Mr. President, Unbridled Love)

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The next day, Qiao Muer got up early.

She is now a senior high school student, and the college entrance examination is about to take place in two months. Her studies are extremely heavy, and she has to go to school for morning self-study every day.

Today, she deliberately got up an hour earlier than usual.

Because, Qiao Muer planned to avoid Yuezheng, go out by herself, and stop the car on the main road outside.

At five o'clock in the morning, the master of the Lu family was still asleep.

With her schoolbag on her back, Qiao Muer hurried into the restaurant downstairs with light steps.

She was going to find some bread and milk, fill her stomach and go out.

Unexpectedly, just after entering the restaurant, a tall and thin figure suddenly came into view without any warning.

Qiao Muer couldn't help but gasped: "..."

It turned out to be Yue Zheng.

She didn't expect to run into Yue Zheng in the restaurant, and the girl didn't have time to hide the surprise on her face.

Hearing Qiao Muer's unusually obvious gasp, Yue Zheng raised his eyes and looked in the direction where she was standing.

Cool, cold, there was an undisguised alienation in the blue eyes.

Qiao Muer: "..."

This glance made her chaotic heartbeat completely freeze.

"Morning..." the girl said Nuo Nuo, her voice was low and somewhat dull.

Yue Zheng had already withdrawn his gaze at this time, and just nodded slightly, not even giving her a sideways glance.

Unexpectedly, Yue Zheng was in the restaurant so early.

Seeing the sumptuous meals on the table, it was obvious that the man had already come down and ordered the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Qiao Mu'er couldn't tell what taste was in her mouth, let alone the sour feeling in her heart.

But since there is breakfast, of course she should sit down and eat it, otherwise it would be too weird.

She walked over numbly and sat across from Yue Zheng.

Sitting in her seat, Qiao Muer skillfully spread jam on the sliced ​​bread.

It's just that the time to spread the jam today is obviously longer than usual.

While wiping the jam, she sneakily observed Yue Zheng who was sitting opposite him.

I saw that the man who is now in his twenties has lost the childishness of his childhood.

He was only wearing a clean and neat white shirt.

Although it was just a simple white shirt, matched with Yue Zheng's handsome and indifferent features, it looked very good-looking.

However, although his face was beautiful, his whole person was shrouded in a layer of indifference.

To be honest, sitting across from such a person for a meal will not give people a good appetite at all.

"I, I'm done eating... You eat slowly, I'm going to school." Qiao Muer didn't plan to rub Yuezheng's car.

She hurriedly ate a piece of toast, then stood up and said goodbye politely.

Anyway, according to her experience, Yue Zheng was so afraid of trouble.

If she didn't mention it, he probably wouldn't say that he would take the initiative to send her off.

"Wait a minute."

Just as Qiao Mu'er stood up and had already walked to the door of the restaurant, suddenly there was a louder voice behind her.

She turned around curiously.

The man's slender and beautiful fingers picked up the napkin, wiped the corners of his lips, and said unhurriedly, "I'll take you to school."

Qiao Muer: "..."

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Yuezheng's car is a limited-edition sports car with smooth lines.

The silver color is absolutely different from the black sports car that Lu Qilin likes to drive.

More flamboyant and uninhibited.

It's not the first time for Qiao Muer to ride a sports car. It can even be said that with her family background and living environment, she has ridden in all kinds of sports cars.

However, today, for the first time, she felt that the interior space of this sports car was too small and cramped.

Sitting in the passenger seat, a tall and slender man was beside him, feeling the coldness emanating from him, even the air became thinner.

She doesn't want to be alone with Yue Zheng.

[The next chapter is around 20 o'clock, the new beginning is difficult to write, and it is relatively slow]

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