The heavy rain hit without warning, striking the car window, making a deafening sound, and the traffic conditions on the road became even more messy, making people's hearts tighter.

Fortunately, Ling Mofeng's convoy had turned six or five to a highway with few people. This was a special lane that directly leads to the Vice Presidential Palace. No matter how heavy the rain is or how crazy it is, it will no longer be affected.

After passing through countless guard posts, the car stopped at the door of the living room. Chu Lie walked down quickly and opened the door for Ling Mofeng.

Ling Mofeng took a file bag in his hand, bent down and got out of the car, and said to Chu Lie: "The rain is so heavy, you can ask them all to come in for a cup of tea, and don't rush to go back."

"Okay, sir, I'll take them to the side hall to sit. You can go and see Miss Lan quickly." Chu Lie was very grateful to Ling Mofeng's sympathy and nodded immediately.

Ling Mofeng nodded, and walked into the living room with long legs quickly. After looking at it, he didn't see a familiar figure. He quickly walked towards the stairs.

Up to the stairs, Ling Mofeng instinctively walked towards his bedroom, because this woman seemed to like staying in his room recently and neglected the room that belonged to her.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Ling Mofeng saw the bag arched from the quilt at a glance, and a bright light could vaguely emit from it.

The man frowned with handsome eyebrows. What did this woman do when she hid in the quilt?

Since Lan Yanxi was not only in a very closed space, with tissues stuffed in his ears, she didn't know that Ling Mofeng had come in at all. She looked at his photos, and was as happy as she was foolish as she looked at them.

Just when Lan Yanxi finished reading a photo album and decided to read it from the beginning, the quilt on his head was lifted up by a big palm.

She raised her eyes in panic and met the man's deep eyes. Lan Yanxi's lying position was extremely enchanting and was seen by the man.

"What are you watching? So happy?" The man saw her lying down, biting a small flashlight in his mouth. He couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and bent down, wanting to watch with her.

"Your photo album." Lan Yanxi quickly spit out the small flashlight from his mouth and replied with a dry smile.

Ling Mofeng was stunned, and immediately stretched out his palm and snatched the album: "Don't look, what's so good about this?"

"It's so cute? You looked so cute when you were a child." Lan Yanxi saw that the man was shy and wanted to snatch the album away, but she was not willing to do so. She immediately reached out and snatched it back: "Why don't you let me see it? Is there any secret here?"

"There is no secret." Ling Mofeng answered immediately.

"Is that?" Lan Yanxi's fingers quickly flipped over the back of the album and flipped through a photo. It was a photo of Ling Mofeng and a girl of similar age sitting on the swing by the beach. Lan Yanxi's little hand immediately pointed: "Who is she? You seem to have never mentioned it to me. You have taken three photos in total, one of which is still holding your hands."

Ling Mofeng's face was flushed and flushed. He quickly sat next to him and whispered: "He is the daughter of my father's friend. We met him when we worked together."

"Oh..." Lan Yanxi raised his eyes meaningfully and glanced at him: "Just just a friend? And a friend who can hold hands? I understand."

"Yan Xi, what do you want to say?" Ling Mofeng smiled helplessly, reached out to pinch her pouted face: "At that time, we were only thirteen or fourteen years old, and we didn't understand any relationship between men and women. Moreover, I always treated her as my sister. Later, when she settled abroad with her parents, we basically didn't meet much."

"I envy her very much." Lan Yanxi lowered her head and said bluntly.

"Why?" Ling Mofeng's handsome face was surprised.

"No, I just envy her, envying that she had known you so early and had a wonderful youth with you." Lan Yanxi sighed lightly, with a loss on her face.

Ling Mofeng was so amused that he hugged her in his arms and kissed her forehead with a thin lips: "When you were young, there must be boys who played well, so should I be envious of it?"

"I didn't. I was introverted at that time and had no friends." Lan Yanxi retorted in a low voice.

Ling Mofeng believed her words because at that time, she must have been very lonely and helpless after losing her father.

"What was the past is the past, and the present is the most important thing. Yan Xi, in the future, we will accompany each other, you will no longer be alone, and I will no longer be friends with other women, okay?" Ling Mofeng could only comfort her like this.

Lan Yanxi buried her face deeply into his chest, nodding like a coaxed child: "Okay."

At this moment, the sound of rain outside the window hitting the glass window. Ling Mofeng placed the document bag next to him, freeing his hands to hug her tighter.

"Have you read today's news?" Ling Mofeng asked her in a low voice.

Lan Yanxi was stunned for a moment and shook her head: "No, I am reading a book on your bookshelf today. I am addicted to reading it and I haven't paid much attention to the news. What's wrong? Is there something big happening?"

"I mentioned to you before that there was a capable confidant beside the old president, a cousin from afar. She died today." Ling Mofeng closed his eyes tightly, unable to tell whether it was heartbreaking or sad between his eyebrows. After all, Sister Mei was a mentor in his life to him, but she didn't expect that she would end like this.

"How did she die?" Lan Yanxi was indeed shocked, and quickly broke free from his arms, raised his eyes and asked in shock.

"Maybe she felt that she had been abandoned by the old president. She was unwilling to give up and wanted to make the final struggle. She kidnapped the son of a piano teacher and was shot dead by the old president. Do you know who that piano teacher was hired?" Ling Mofeng saw her clear eyes staring at him, and couldn't help but want to tease her again. He liked to be watched so seriously by her.

"Who?" Lan Yanxi had no idea that the man was teasing her at this time. His beautiful eyes widened a little, and he looked more serious, like a kitten waiting to be pampered by his master.

Ling Mofeng pursed his thin lips slightly, and he really wanted to kiss her beautiful and excessive eyes.

"It's my good friend Ji Xiaohan. He invited the piano teacher for his daughter. Sister Mei threatened that piano teacher to kill Xiaohan's daughter, otherwise she would kill her son. The teacher had a conscience and told Ji Xiaohan about this. Sister Mei was so angry that she tied her son to the hostage. On the one hand, she knew that she had no way out. On the other hand, she wanted to kill the old president before she died, which led to the news that caused a sensation across the country today." Ling Mofeng resisted his inner desire and helped her resolve her doubts.

Lan Yanxi's heart was hung up by him and asked anxiously: "Is that child okay?"

"It's okay, I'm saved." The man reached out and touched her long hair gently: "Luckily the child is fine, otherwise, the incident would be bad."

Lan Yanxi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, leaned back on his chest, closed his eyes and said, "These people are so crazy. Will the old president be affected?"

"Of course, he is already worried." Ling Mofeng replied in a low voice, but concealed some things, such as the conditions the old president wanted to talk to him.

"If the old president is not elected, he will not be angry to death." Lan Yanxi couldn't help but mock him.

Ling Mofeng sneered: "His result is destined. This is his own choice, and he cannot blame others."

Lan Yanxi nodded: "Well, people are doing things, the sky is watching, thunder and lightning are just now, those who have done bad things should be afraid."

Ling Mofeng chuckled: "Yes, of course I'll be scared."

Lan Yanxi suddenly thought of the words that had just been in her mind. She couldn't help but smile and asked Ling Mofeng: "Will you be afraid?"

Ling Mofeng was stunned: "Why am I afraid?"

"Because you have made many vows to me." Lan Yanxi's smile deepened.

Ling Mofeng burst into laughter and said, "Are you afraid that I can't fulfill it?"

"I didn't think so." Lan Yanxi quickly curled his lips.

Ling Mofeng suddenly pressed her down on the bed and pressed her firmly against her: "That's what you think."

Lan Yanxi didn't expect that he suddenly made such a move to him, which made her tremble and smiled repeatedly: "Okay, I did think so just now. Can you get up first? It's uncomfortable to press it like this." Ling Mofeng's eyes suddenly became heavy, and his voice softened a little: "You are so soft that I don't want to get up."

"You..." Lan Yanxi blushed with shame
Chapter completed!