91 His Loss of Control
In the driver’s seat, Mu Yazhe tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he looked ponderously ahead…
The night scene flashed by the window as he sped along.
Yun Shishi really thought Li Hanlin was the school principal and kept asking him about Youyou’s
school life.
“Principal Li, I’m really a terrible mother. I don’t know how Youyou is when he is in school. Did he bring you any trouble?”
Li Hanlin was finding it difficult to maintain the smile on his face.
This show was getting harder and harder to act.
He gave a look of resignation at Youyou. The little lad saw his rueful expression and could not stifle a snort. He looked lovely as his pretty eyes formed a pair of crescent moons from his
amusement.
“Mommy, Principal Li already said before that I’m doing well in school.” Youyou stuck out his tongue at this.
In reality, he really did pretty well in school and was even super popular.
He was smart and good–looking, making him the idol in the eyes of many lolitas in the school.
Those who wanted to hold his hands could stretch from the school gate to his classroom door.
Even the teachers doted on him..
The boys in his class looked up to him with admiration.
The three had a good conversation during the ride.
The Bentley reached the condominium just as the night turned chilly.
Yun Shishi got off the car while holding Youyou. The two trembled as a gust of cold wind blew past them.
Youyou borrowed deeper into his mother’s embrace and sneaked a look at Li Hanlin. The man hurriedly walked up and covered them with his outer coat.
Yun Shishi was about to thank him when a car’s headlights hit them.
The headlights were glaring. The low rumbling of a sports car’s engine could be heard.
Zroom… zroom… zroom…
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91 His Loss of Control
One roar after another, it rumbled on.
It sounded like a threatening angry lion that was waiting to pounce and devour them.
Yun Shishi was alarmed and hugged Youyou closer as she shielded his eyes from the bright lights.
The headlights were so bright that she was forced to close her eyes.
Annoyed, Li Hanlin also used his hand to block the lights.
Darn it. That sports car’s headlights must have been refitted; they’re too bright.
He was about to protest when the lights were turned off.
The rumbling engine died down as well.
Peace returned in the night.
Yun Shishi’s blurry eyes slowly regained their vision. Beleaguered, she stared at the car.
The sports car was waiting quietly under a lamp post not too far away. It was streamlined and expensive–looking – a silver Bugatti Veyron convertible sports car.
However, when she saw the handsome man sitting in the driver’s seat, she immediately froze.
Mu Yazhe looked annoyed as he sat in the driver’s seat. Between his fingers was an almost finished lighted cigarette. Its ashes fell on the elegant steering wheel and covered it with a layer of soot, much like how his eyes looked at the moment.
He motionlessly sat there like a Greek god. His pretty face was frozen stiff. His eyes penetrated hers, as if he wanted to completely suck her soul in.
He was chafed, yet he himself could not explain why he was boiling over this woman.
He, Mu Yazhe, always lost his self–control over this woman.
He could not understand why this was the case. All he knew was that something deep within him was mercilessly being torn apart.
