C5 Aren't You a Scoundrel?

Moo Jingyang raised his eyebrows and smiled with satisfaction. The woman's "obedient" look seemed to make him happy. Her tall figure passed by the beautiful car and went around the front of the car. Moo Jingyang took a long step forward and got into the car.

After getting into the car, Moo Jingyang's dark eyes swept over the woman in the passenger seat. Hang Yunruo's beautiful eyes shrank and she put on her seatbelt with a swoosh. She was afraid that Moo Jingyang would jump over and fasten her seatbelt.

She really did not give him the slightest chance to get close to her.

Moo Jingyang's face darkened. The corner of his mouth twitched twice. He stepped on the accelerator and the black car sped away.

Along the way, Hang Yunruo refused to communicate with Moo Jingyang. Every time Moo Jingyang changed the topic, he would be called "Focus on driving and look at the road." She would send him back.

Moo Jingyang gave up talking to her and only secretly looked at her from time to time.

When the car drove to the basement of the community, Hang Yunruo's fair hands supported the handle of the car, but she could not open the door. Obviously, the control of the lock was in Moo Jingyang's hands.

Hang Yunruo looked sideways at the driver's seat. Moo Jingyang raised his eyebrows slightly and his thin lips curled into a meaningful smile. "You don't want to invite me up to have a seat?!"

"No need. Open the door!" Hang Yunruo ruthlessly refused Moo Jingyang's request. She closed her eyes, as if she had endured to the limit, and was too lazy to communicate with Moo Jingyang.

Moo Jingyang curled his lips and smiled. His voice was low. "Okay, but I want you to know that I am very serious."

The door of the car was opened with a bang. Hang Yunruo slammed the door open and squeezed out every word through gritted teeth, "Impossible, I am serious too!"

Hang Yunruo's graceful and beautiful back gradually moved further and further in Moo Jingyang's line of sight.

Moo Jingyang stared at Hang Yunruo's back with a deep gaze. He kept looking at her until the light in her room lit up and then drove away.

She was like air to him. Only when she returned to his side would he feel that he could breathe normally. So, how could he let go?

Hang Yunruo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window upstairs. Her slender and fair fingers opened a small gap in the dark red curtains. Seeing the car drive away, her eyes darkened a little. She let out an undetectable sigh and slowly put down the curtains. She turned around and curled up on the sofa.

She looked at the empty house. The memories in her mind rolled over and over, forming a painful scene. It made her wish that she was dead. Her fingertips were slightly cold. She pulled her collar and almost could not breathe.

The pain of the memories, the pain that Moo Jingyang had inflicted on her, was still fresh in her mind.

Her hands were tightly clenched, and her face was slightly pale. She would never repeat the same mistake, absolutely not!!

The next day.

In Moo Jingyang's villa, Moo Jingyang left early. An uninvited guest appeared in the villa, looking like a mistress. Xiang Xinci ordered the servants arrogantly and demanded from there.

The servants were angry but did not dare to say anything, so they could only obey her orders.

Xiang Xinci's face was full of smiles. The wedding date was approaching. Although she was still by Moo Jingyang's side as a "bosom friend," she was already the wife of the president of Moo family publicly recognized by the outside world.

Seeing the wedding date approaching, Xiang Xinci began to consider arranging the wedding room with her own hands. This way, she could also take the opportunity to get closer to Moo Jingyang.

After all, she did not only want to be a nominal Mrs Moo. What she wanted was not only fame, but also Moo Jingyang.

"I think we still need a few paintings here. The tone of these paintings is too dull. What do you think?" Xiang Xinci crossed her arms and looked at the entire villa. She nodded and asked the maid beside her for her opinion.

The servants nodded in agreement, "Miss Xiang is right, she is right."

"I heard that there is a new painter's art exhibition that is very successful recently. I will go and take a look and pick a few paintings. Jingyang will definitely like them." Xiang Xinci pursed her lips and smiled. She raised her chin and turned around to leave.

The servants' faces were full of black lines. Actually, they wanted to say that as long as it was you who chose it, the Young Master would not like it, but he did not dare.

Xiang Xinci had always liked to talk to herself, and there was no one else.

In the gallery.

A handsome gangster stopped a beautiful painter.

"Beautiful lady, would I have the honor of inviting you to lunch?" Moo Jingyang reached out his hand to Hang Yunruo like a gentleman.

Hang Yunruo looked at him with disdain and shook her head firmly. Her tone was a little distant. "No."

"Don't be so unreasonable!"

"As the defendant, I don't have any favors. As the plaintiff, Mr. Moo shouldn't have come to see me in private if there was anything." Hang Yunruo's tone was cold. When she saw Moo Jingyang, there were three words written on her face: You are very annoying!

Moo Jingyang acted as if he did not see it and continued to surround Hang Yunruo. If Hang Yunruo went to the left, he would go to the left. If Hang Yunruo went to the right, he would go to the right.

Moo Jingyang's slender and fit arm propped up and Moo Jingyang's entire figure pressed on Hang Yunruo's body, firmly trapping her in the corner.

Hang Yunruo shut her eyes speechlessly, her tone carrying a bit of helplessness. "Moo Jingyang, a year of not seeing you, your face will grow."

"Then do you want to touch it and experience it to see if it has grown or not?!" Moo Jingyang raised his eyebrows and pressed his head down. He leaned closer to Hang Yunruo's face.

Hang Yunruo's back was straight and tightly pressed against the cold wall. Her beautiful and delicate face slightly leaned to the side, trying to keep a distance from the man in front of her.

Moo Jingyang's thin lips curled up into a curve and he smiled lightly. His bone clear large palm broke the woman's chin and his black eyes focused on Hang Yunruo's dodging eyes. His low and deep voice, like a bewitching voice, echoed in Hang Yunruo's ears, "Why don't you look at me? Your skin is as thin and smooth as before..."

Hang Yunruo's dark eyes shrunk and she pushed Moo Jingyang hard. She frowned and stared at the rogue in front of her and scolded, "Rogue!"

Moo Jingyang held his chest and stepped back. He coughed a few times and laughed instead of being angry. "It doesn't hurt at all!"

"Boring! Go away!" Hang Yunruo almost gritted her teeth and lifted her foot to leave.

Moo Jingyang pursed his thin lips and was neither angry nor angry. He only laughed softly and kept blocking Hang Yunruo's side, not letting her go away.

Moo Jingyang did not have the slightest bit of shame in front of Hang Yunruo. Moo Jingyang changed his appearance. He was no longer the cold, heartless, and even a little cold-blooded, the all-powerful CEO.

Not far from the door, a pair of resentful eyes were shining with jealousy. She looked at Moo Jingyang and Hang Yunruo fiercely. The actions of these two people were no different from flirting in her eyes.

Xiang Xinci clenched her fists tightly. When she came to the gallery to choose a few paintings, she did not expect to see a new painter flirting with her fiancé.

Xiang Xinci carefully looked at Hang Yunruo's face and suddenly remembered. Moo Jingyang's ex-wife seemed to be a woman who knew how to draw.

Moo Jingyang had once quarreled with Moo family over that woman.