The engagement is over, but the black-bellied president won't let go

He took out a pair of slippers from the trunk, opened her car door, and threw the shoes on the ground.

Without saying anything, Leng Ruofei knew what he meant. He suddenly felt guilty. She hit him, and he still...

She unbuckled her seatbelt, jumped out of the car, and put on his slippers. The shoes were too big, so it was still a bit difficult for her to walk.

Leng Ruofei was quite thankful that when Xiao Yiyang led her into the apartment, the security guard at the door did not stop her, but just widened his eyes in curiosity and surprise.

She pressed the elevator button and stood there waiting. Xiao Yiyang stood one meter away from her, crossing his legs and leaning against the wall. He looked a little noble, which contrasted with her embarrassment.

She pulled his coat with both hands, stood there with her toes curled up, and could easily feel his fiery gaze cast at the back of her head. In fact, she was... quite too much to him. Leng Ruofei bit her lip, refusing to admit it.

With a ding, the elevator door opened. A woman in green overalls came out. She wore a large white mask and long rubber gloves on her arms. She was dragging a large bag in one hand and holding a huge photo frame in the other.

Leng Ruofei stepped into the elevator, pressed the floor number, and glanced at Xiao Yiyang standing outside. The latter took a deep breath and followed in reluctantly.

The cleaner was fiddling with the photo frame at the door. Maybe because the bag was a bit heavy, she wanted to stack the photo frame on the bag and drag it along. The moment it turned over, Leng Ruofei suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute!"

When Leng Ruofei was in a hurry to rush out, Xiao Yiyang quickly blocked the elevator door, and the door opened again when it was about to close.

"Auntie, can I see the photo frame in your hand?" Leng Ruofei's voice trembled with excitement.

The cleaner was kind enough to place the photo frame on the ground, even though it was already difficult to carry.

"The family upstairs wanted to throw it away. I thought the figures and scenery were fine, so it would be a pity to throw it away." The cleaner hurriedly explained, perhaps because he was afraid of being accused of ill-gotten gains.

Leng Ruofei squatted on the ground, stroking her own portrait, her heart aching. She thought how much Mu Liangsheng must have cherished this portrait! But now he was in such a situation.

"Sister, is there anything else thrown away with this photo frame?" Xiao Yiyang frowned and looked at the girl who was squatting on the ground and sobbing uncontrollably.

"There are some more. Look, these bags are pretty good too..." The older sister said as she opened the pocket in her hand, revealing clothes and a handbag belonging to Leng Ruofei.

Xiao Yiyang took out his wallet, took out a dozen hundred-dollar bills, and handed them to the cleaner: "Sorry, sister, these things belong to this lady. There are some very important documents in them. We want to buy them all back."

The cleaner was a little embarrassed and waved his hands repeatedly: "I didn't know it belonged to this lady. I was wondering why such a good thing was thrown away! It's free, you can take it."

Xiao Yiyang insisted on giving her the money, so she only took two hundred yuan.

……

Leng Ruofei sat in the passenger seat, eyes dull, holding a small photo frame in her hand. It was a photo of her and Mu Liangsheng. The glass had been removed because it was broken into pieces, but fortunately the photo inside was still intact.

Xiao Yiyang glanced at their photo with his narrow eyes...

——Recommend Aguai’s completed novel “The Cold President’s Woman”.