Run Away from My Honey a Thousand Times

"Go to die! Go to die! Dead man Ling Yue! Bastard! Pig head!"

Mu Xiaotong galloped so fast that she drove the car all the way aimlessly, until she herself was tired and finally stopped.

She took out the tie drill clip she designed from her bag. This was originally intended to be given to him. Today, on his birthday, she let her see him and Ye Yuyan's two mother and daughter returning to the villa with her own eyes. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became.

"Go to hell!"

She roared, the dark blue crystal refracted bright light in the sun, flying over into a beautiful parabola.

In the end, she calmed down and looked around. She had never been here before, surrounded by lush vegetation, very idyllic, she stepped and looked curiously.

There is actually a water well. Wells like this are almost extinct in City A, and there are farmers growing vegetables over there.

The greenery in front of her made people feel uncomfortable. She was about to rush to pick others' tomatoes, but was attracted by the painting under the big tree.

When she stepped forward to see clearly, she was dumbfounded.

"This, isn't this me?"

This is a sketch, and the woman on the screen is smiling wickedly, as if she is terribly sad.

She remembered that this seemed to be the day when Ling Tian International opened. She pinched Ling Yue, and when she saw that he was dark and afraid to attack, she laughed with satisfaction.

just……

"Who painted this?"

She raised her head and looked around. There was no one except the busy farmers in the distance.

She looked at it, and suddenly there was a trace of blush on her face, which was a bit embarrassing. The painter really painted her beautifully.

"It's so temperamental." She smirked, turned around and looked around at no one.

"You painted yourself without my permission, which violated my right of portrait, so..." She tiptoedly took the picture from the easel of others.

She straightened her back and said frankly to herself, "So, this belongs to me!"

She held it high, and her mood improved inexplicably. "This black-and-white sketch is even more effective than Meitu Xiuxiu P. Go home and mount it and appreciate it slowly."

Mu Xiaotong was in a good mood, staring at it very narcissistically, but she accidentally stepped on her empty foot and rolled straight down the dirt slope. She was shocked, trying to protect her belly with her hands, but she felt a little It doesn't hurt.

"Well, are you okay?"

When she saw it clearly, it turned out that she was pressing a man under her body, and he became her own mat, no wonder it didn't hurt.

Mu Xiaotong hurriedly got up and looked down at him without moving.

"No, when I press it like this, it's a problem. This mud **** is not too high, so there should be nothing wrong? Hey! How are you?" She tugged at him.

The other party shrank abruptly, as if her sudden touch made him scared.

Seeing him like this, Mu Xiaotong immediately withdrew his hand. Seeing that the other party had already stood up, he kept his head down halfway and said nothing, and he was very puzzled.

"How are you? How about I take you to see a doctor?"

She stepped forward and drew close to him, but unexpectedly the other party immediately took a step back.

Mu Xiaotong looked surprised, why is he so afraid of himself?

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Did it hurt somewhere? Are you saying anything, please?" She raised her eyebrows, puzzled by his behavior, and somewhat dissatisfied.

Although he accidentally pressed him down, he shouldn't be so rude not to speak.

"What's your name? Or I will lose money to you, OK?" She leaned close to him secretly, as if curious about his appearance. The man was wearing a white shirt and simple black trousers. The farmer here, and he looks thin and tall, his skin is almost bloodless.

Finally the man shook his head, he turned around suddenly, as if he was unwilling to be stared at so closely. Just walked away.

Mu Xiaotong raised his eyebrows and looked at his back as he walked away step by step. At this time, it was just as the setting sun, the golden sunlight hit him, giving him a sense of tranquility.

She frowned, as if she had seen this figure from behind, but she couldn't remember.

She didn't look back until the figure was no longer visible.

Puffed up her face, "It's weird." She muttered, went back to the car and drove away with her stolen painting.

At the moment when the car was developed, she couldn't help but look at the big tree again, there was still no one there, and looked down at the vividly drawn sketch.

"Forget it, I'll come again next time."

Mu Xiaotong finally drove away, and the farmers in the field had already packed up and were going home.

"A Yi, why did you get mud all over your body?" Aunt Zhang picked up farming tools and asked after passing by his side.

The man looked up and smiled at her.

Aunt Zhang knew his situation and exhorted a few words, "A Yi, I think you are not used to life in the countryside when you first came here. You can cook and eat these dishes tonight. You are so handsome and too skinny. Up."

She talked for a while, then walked away.

The man didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. He took the dishes and nodded at her, still smiling.

Aunt Zhang couldn't help but look back at the man in the new village. He seemed to be a painter, because she could always see him painting seriously under the tree.

"That new man, is he really a dumb?" Aunt Lin also picked up farming tools, she curiously walked to Aunt Zhang and asked.

"Yes, it's so pitiful, and he looks seriously ill, maybe that's how he came to our place to recover."

When Aunt Lin looked at the man, her eyes became sympathetic, "Just now I saw him suddenly rushing under the dirt slope, and I saw him running very fast. It is a pity that he is so gentle and handsome, but he is dumb. of."

The afterglow of the setting sun was almost gone. At the last moment of the setting sun, the man suddenly squatted down and picked up a tie clip inlaid with dark blue crystals on the ground.

He picked it up and placed it very carefully in his palm.

He kept looking down, rubbing it gently with his fingertips, as if he was protecting the most precious treasure.

...

"Where have you been? Why is the phone turned off? Mu Xiaotong, stop for me."

As soon as she came back, she was pressed by the man, Mu Xiaotong had a black face and she went upstairs without answering.

Ling Yue looked at her a little angry. After he sent Ye Yuyan and the others back, he hurried home immediately, but heard Qin Yu say that she had been out all day and did not come back.

"Mu Xiaotong, do you have to make trouble with me like this?" His tone was a little bad.

She put down the painting in her hand, turned around abruptly, and stared at him straight, "What's wrong with me?"

She didn't do anything **** today, just wanted to go to Ling's to give him a birthday present, but what about him? ! !

Dare to question me! Son of a bitch!

He glanced at the painting on the desktop, and suddenly he frowned, looking at the style of painting inexplicably familiar, "Where does this come from? You go out all day to let someone draw you a sketch?"

"It's your shit!" She yelled, decided to ignore him, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Ling Yue was shut outside the bathroom door by her, staring at the door panel, sighed, and suddenly softened.

"My wife, today is my birthday." It seemed to be kind to please.

However, Mu Xiaotong seemed to have not heard it, and turned the shower water to the maximum, trying to muffle his voice.

"Wife, where's my birthday present? You have forgotten it, you are too unconscionable." Ling Yue continued to bother her.

Mu Xiaotong was upright and dared to mention the gift, "I threw it away!"

"Throw it away?" He frowned, and then stretched his eyebrows. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I don't care about those things. You can just clean them and send them to me. My favorite..."

"roll!"

Before he finished joking, Mu Xiaotong yelled at him furiously.

Ling Yue lowered his eyes in thought.

Is she sulking?

Ling Yue admitted that she knew his wife's temper very well. Although she was a bit savage and violent, she was still more reasonable.

Who made her angry? She was in a good mood this morning. Why did she suddenly become mad? Has her period not arrived yet?

The man was thinking hard, but Mu Xiaotong had already opened the door and walked out.

"Don't obstruct your position here, go to your wife and daughter. I don't want to see you today."

Ling Yue's eyes shrank, it turned out that Ye Yuyan was angry.

"My wife, I'm really innocent with her!" He solemnly promised that for the long-awaited welfare tonight, he must coax her.

"Really?" She wiped her hair and glanced at him. "So innocent, why are people in the entire company saying that their president took his daughter to work!"

"That's because Yu Yan has been busy with things during this time, her..." Ling Yue said sternly.

"Forget it, don't have to tell me, I don't want to listen to her," Mu Xiaotong waved her hand as if she was very considerate of others.

"Ling Yue, clean up the villa you loved so that she won't be overwhelmed. Anyway, her family just happens to lack a man."

Ling Yue's expression was very depressed. Before, he instinctively didn't like to let women approach him because he always thought they were dirty.

Now it's hard to find one that suits your appetite, but...

He didn't know if other women were so difficult to deal with like this one in his family, anyway, he was already very taboo against women like creatures.

"Mu Xiaotong, you have disliked that villa hundreds of times, and kept spitting on it, so I gave it to Ye Yuyan."

Mu Xiaotong looked up at his very innocent handsome face, and took a close look, as if he didn't panic.

"Huh! Who told you not to tell me, I thought you just sent her off if she liked it."

Her words were a little awkward, she stood up, feeling a little more comfortable, and walked straight to the painting, watching her mood become more beautiful.

"I want to frame it and hang it in the center." She said with a smile.

Seeing her staring at the painting with a smile, Ling Yue's face immediately went dark.

"Whoever painted it, painted the sow as Diaochan."

"Ling Yue, are you itchy and awkward!"

"Today for my birthday, what do you think of this **** painting? I will give it to you in the future, and come and serve Lao Tzu now!"

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