Seeing this, Li Zhenghao turned around and wanted to get into the car, his car had already been blocked, getting into the car was undoubtedly a dead end, so he had to pull out his legs and run, but before he ran ten meters, he was caught by Ling Mo, and before he was handcuffed, he was still shouting, "You let go of me, my father is Li Tiancheng, and my grandfather is ......"

Hearing the surprised glances of the passers-by around him, someone finally recognized him as the second generation of officials who killed people on the Internet, and when Ling Mo buckled him to the metal fence on the road, they all spat on him.

In the past few years, there have been more hatreds of the rich and hated officials, and Li Zhenghao just killed people and relied on his identity to mutter like this on the street, it is strange not to be drowned by the spitting stars.

Ling Mo ignored him and said to the policeman who rushed over, "That person is Li Zhenghao who killed policeman Miao Shengping, you take him back." ”

"Thank you for your bravery!" The policeman didn't know Ling Mo, and when he followed him, he took Li Zhenghao away.

Ling Mo returned to the car, fortunately, his car performed well, and he could still drive even if he was hit in the ass, and he would repair it when he had time.

When the two came to the villa, Zhou Jiayao's car had been parked outside, because the work in Ning Yuanlan's bedroom had been completed, so she asked Zhou Jiayao to go upstairs to the guest room upstairs to make the draft.

The two entered: into the master bedroom of the villa, which had been almost decorated, and on the front opposite of the chuang, there was a lifelike sunset and them kissing in the sunset.

When she painted this hand-painted wall, he rarely came up to look at it, but today he saw a complete whole wall, Ling Mo was very surprised.

"It's the same as I remember." He hugged her into his arms, the one in the living room had already shocked him, but he didn't expect this one to make him feel even more magical, as if this was not a wall, but a mirror, and the person in the mural was exactly like her and him.

"I rarely draw people, but I didn't expect you to paint so similarly." Now that there is a real person to compare, Ning Yuanlan also feels relieved, for some reason, when she first painted him, she had such a feeling, as if, she didn't know him for a few months, as if she had known him for a long time, so she would be so handy when she painted.

He was very happy to hear her words, and took the person into his arms, "Does this mean that you have me in your heart?" ”

Hearing this, Ning Yuanlan lowered his head shyly, a little embarrassed to look at him.

"Huh? Isn't it? He lifted her chin and made him look at himself.

"Hmm." She nodded at him, and then his eyes as he looked at her became fiery and affectionate, and he slowly leaned down and covered his red lips.

The rate of breathing gradually became chaotic, Ling Mo forced himself to let go of her before he lost control, both of them were panting, his forehead was against hers, and the two were very close.

"Ning'er, I love you." He said breathlessly.

It seems that he hasn't told her these three words for a few days, and when he sees the mural today, his whole heart is soft: soft, and he can't help but want to tell her that he loves her.

"I love you too!" She replied shyly.

He smiled and kissed her on the lips, just a shallow taste, and after a while let go of her, "I'll go to work." ”

She nodded, watching him slowly let go of himself before turning on the computer.

She smiled, put on her clean gown, set the paint, and began to continue the work left yesterday.

The morning was spent in the sound of his slight keyboard tapping, Ning Yuanlan drew attentively, and gradually couldn't hear the slight keyboard sound.

From time to time, Ling Mo looked at the person who was squatting on one knee in the corner and drawing a hand-painted wall, she was painting very seriously, as if she had forgotten everything about the outside world, including him.