Just when Zhao Mengyao was at a loss, suddenly her arm was grabbed coldly and dragged into the corner behind the teaching building on the side.

Zhao Mengyao was instantly creepy, her eyes widened, and as soon as she wanted to call for help, she was covered with her mouth, it was a palm with a little temperature, her movements were agile but not rude, she only covered her mouth accurately, and did not block her breathing.

Zhao Mengyao smelled a hint of familiarity, her eyes widened, her face was full of disbelief, but she heard a familiar gentle voice in her ears: "Miss me, baby?" ”

Zhao Mengyao blinked, her eyes were slightly hot, and she burst into tears! For a scumbag!!

She frantically complained and criticized herself in her heart, and Li Yinglong, who was left out in the cold, chuckled helplessly, hugged Zhao Mengyao into her arms with her free other hand, and smiled with satisfaction: "I finally got it." Anyway, my wife didn't rush over and punch me with a small fist for the first time, which is really gentle. ”

Hearing this ironic title, Zhao Mengyao finally woke up from the shock of seeing Li Yinglong again. She remembered what had happened during this time - first experiencing being cheated on, running away from home, being kidnapped, being inexplicably hunted down, and finally being told that her ex-husband was going to be engaged to another woman.

This kind of thing means that Zhao Mengyao can't be safely held in Li Yinglong's arms now.

So she forced her tears back, raised her right foot and stepped heavily on Li Yinglong's instep, and broke free from Li Yinglong's arms while he was stunned by the pain, and then took out a gold leaf from the armband with lightning speed, and pressed it against Li Yinglong's neck face to face.

"Li Yinglong, you still have a smile in front of me?" Zhao Mengyao's eyes were only cold, and the hand holding the gold leaf trembled slightly because of anger.

The night was dark, and the nearest street lamp was three or four meters away from the corner where they were.

Therefore, Zhao Mengyao could only vaguely see Li Yinglong's outline. The hair grew a little, tied up with a hair rope and hung down on his shoulders, the slightly hooked corners of his lips carried a demagogic power, and his dark eyes were like crow feathers, piercing Zhao Mengyao's heart sharply.

"That's right." Li Yinglong didn't care about the sharp secret weapon against his artery, and was about to come over and take Zhao Mengyao into his arms again with a smile, but was interrupted-

"Don't move!" Zhao Mengyao narrowed her eyes and said calmly and cruelly: "Don't think that I don't dare to do it. I'm no longer the Zhao Mengyao you know. ”

Li Yinglong shook his head: "No matter how you change, it's the way I like it." ”

It's a familiar sweet word, but to Zhao Mengyao now, it sounds like a joke that is not funny, and even has a strong sense of ridicule.

"Enough!" Zhao Mengyao's emotions suddenly became excited: "What are you talking about now!" What's the point?! Li Yinglong, are you here to see my jokes? ”

The night is like a pool of stagnant water. Li Yinglong saw the tears flashing in the corners of his beloved's eyes in the ink-like night, and his heart ached faintly.

He did hurt the people he loved. There is no doubt about that.

So Li Yinglong, as if to atone for his sins, regardless of the sharp weapon against his throat, stepped forward and hugged Zhao Mengyao into his arms, with great force, as if he wanted to embed her into his bones and never separate again.