Chapter 127 His Doting

for her in advance, but the one who actually sent her to the train station was Zhao Bin.In Zhao Bin's car, Tong Yimo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't help but eavesdrop on Zhao Bin's c...Although Cold Day gave her living expenses, she wouldn't squander that money on such luxuries.

Besides, she only came over because she was bored at home and wanted to get out and see something.

"I'm sorry, I was just looking."

To prevent the female waitress from wasting time in front of him, Tong Yimo reminded her with a smile.

The female waitress glared at Tong Yimò, her face instantly darkening.

Don't buy it, what are you looking at!

What a pain!

The female waitress's eyes seemed to carry a scornful rebuke as if she were berating Tong Yimo with her words.

Tong Yimo's eyes were fixed on the perfume bottle, multi-colored and crystal clear. She thought it was very pretty.

Leng Yechen frowned involuntarily. He was very dissatisfied with the female waitress's contemptuous gaze towards Tong Yimo.

His woman, whom he cherished so much, could not possibly be looked down upon by other women, could she

"Get me that female waitress." Leng Yechen said coldly.

The head manager at the front desk immediately nodded in agreement, not daring to ask why.

Cheng Zhongwei, Leng Ye's assistant at his side, could only say softly: "Customer comes first. No matter who the customer is, they should be treated equally."

The hall manager immediately understood and bowed before retreating.

Tong Yimo saw halfway, the female waitress was replaced by another polite and beautiful one, even prettier than the previous one.

"Madam, are you interested in perfume"

The female waitress smiled and asked.

Tong Yimo nodded and then said, "But I don't want to buy it."

"It's okay if you don't buy it, I can introduce them to you too." The female service attendant said, taking out samples from the glass cabinet and introducing them one by one to Tong Yimuo.

Tong Yimo had almost smelled the scent of every perfume in this place, but she still hadn't caught the scent of the woman who had come to her house to collect documents at first.

Leng Ye Chen remained standing, not too far away, gazing quietly at Tong Yi Mo.

"Don't you like it" the female waitress asked again with a smile.

Tong Yimo pointed to a bottle of light blue perfume and replied, "I like this smell."

Just then, a man's magnetic voice echoed in her ear.

"Get two bottles of perfume with this scent."

"Alright, sir," the female attendant replied, turning away and taking two unopened bottles of perfume from the counter.

Tong Yimo followed the sound and looked over, only to see Leng Ye's handsome face suddenly appear in her line of sight.

"It was you..."

She actually met him again.

"When did you return from Korea" Leng Yechen asked faintly, thinking to himself, how come Liu the Butler didn't inform him that Man Xue had already returned from Korea.

Tong Yi Mo couldn't help but murmur softly, "I haven't even been to Korea yet."

The marketplace was bustling, and as a result, Leng Yechen heard, "Just got back from Korea."

"Sir, your perfume comes to five thousand six hundred," the female attendant continued.

Cold night sank beside the secretary hurriedly stepped forward and went to pay the female waitress.

After the secretary finished paying, the female attendant personally presented the perfume to Leng Yechen.

Leng Yechen held up the perfume bag and handed it to Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo was stunned, staring at Leng Yeshen, completely unable to understand what he meant.

"Here you go," Leng Yechen said.

Tong Yimo hurriedly shook her head: "No need! I don't need perfume!"

No perfume

In the cold night, Chen La pulled up Tong Yimo's hand and hung a bag of perfume in her hand. Then he said to the secretary beside him: "Today's schedule is over."

"Yes." The secretary nodded, then gestured for the accompanying personnel to disperse.

Isn't the Young Master already engaged How can he be flirting with just any woman in public

In the cold night, Leng Ye fell into a daze, unaware of how the people around him viewed them. All he knew was that every time they encountered "Su Manxue," he couldn't bear to let go of her hand.

"Come with me." Leng Yechen took Tong Yimo's hand, pulling her forward.

"Hello—hello—hello!"

Tong Yimo called out "Hello" three times in a row.

Cold Night's Chen didn't mind, anyway she was bound to call him "Husband" sooner or later.

When the moment they officially get married, will she be surprised Her fiancé is "far away but close at hand."

Tong Yimo was dragged into his domineering black SUV.

She sat in the passenger seat, he got into the driver's seat.

"Where are you taking me again" Tong Yimo retorted, displeased. Why was he always so domineering whenever they met

Cold Night just sat there, not driving. Then he took out a bottle of perfume from his bag and handed it to Tong Yimò.

"Rub it on, I want to smell it."

“I…”

"Hm" Leng Ye sank his brows arrogantly.

Tong Yi Mo pursed her lips, her imposing demeanor weakened, and she had no choice but to turn on the perfume mirror.

But she didn't know how to apply perfume, so she grabbed a bit with her finger and playfully rubbed it on Leng Yechen's cheek, giggling.

At first, Leng Ye Chen looked cold-faced, but seeing her smile, he couldn't help but chuckle.

When she smiles, she is beautiful and adorable.

A woman who never wears makeup, her skin is so tender it could drip water.

She smiled brightly, like a flower.

Cold Night Shen suddenly grabbed Tong Yimo's hand, causing Tong Yimo to be startled both physically and mentally. Before she could think, her body was pulled into his strong embrace.

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"Let me go..." Tong Yimo struggled.

Leng Ye held her hand tightly in the cold night, lowered his head and kissed her, sealing her lips.

The scent of the cold night and the perfume she had just applied lingered on Tong Yimo's breath.

Late at night, Chen Yi pressed over to the co-pilot seat beside Tong Yimo, kissing her while suddenly standing up.

Suddenly, Tong Yimo only felt her back being pushed down, and her body followed suit. Then, Leng Yeshen's body pressed down on her densely.

Tong Yimò struggled, the perfume slipping from her grasp and scattering across the car. The entire space was filled with the scent of perfume.

Perhaps the scent of perfume triggered some hormone in his body, making his kiss on this cold night even more domineering.

Tong Yimo's eyes widened, her nose tingled, and tears welled up.

The cold night deepened its kiss, an unbearable heat, like a volcano about to erupt.

He held her hands tightly, never letting go, and his lips never left hers.

Tong Yi Mo's eyes widened even more, making muffled protest sounds, but Leng Ye Chen interpreted them as sounds of enjoyment.

She felt only intense physical and emotional pain, the scorching breath nearly driving her to despair.

Tong Yimo's eyes were only filled with Leng Yeshen's face, which was incomparably handsome. His eyebrows were so spirited and compelling, yet at this moment, the person she thought of was her own husband, Leng Zhujing.

She wished so much that Leng Zhui could come to save her. At this moment, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Cold Night felt something wet on his face. He startled and looked up, only to see Tong Yimo with teary eyes, glaring at him angrily.

Suddenly, he was lost again.

Tong Yi Mo seized the moment when Leng Ye Chen was lost in thought during the cold night, she broke free from his grasp and slapped him across the face with her hand. She then shoved him away forcefully, hastily pulled up her pants, opened the car door, and fled in a panic.

In the cold night, Chen only felt a warmth on his face. He had no idea why "Man Xue" was so resistant to him.

Seeing her retreating figure, his heart began to ache.

As soon as Tong Yimo returned home, she began to take a shower.

Although the man did not violate her, he touched her all over and...

The more Tong Yimo thought about it, the colder she felt, and her heart ached.

She saved a demon she shouldn't have...

All day long, Tong Yimo did not go to the kitchen to cook. Her mood was bad.

She knew that even if she cooked a meal, it would be just her eating alone. Leng Zhu Jing wouldn't come back at all.

15411/41884063 little downcast as she pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth slightly drooping.Tong Yimò sat upright, no longer chatting idly with Qi Lingyun. Instead, she picked up the manuscript and began to r...