The Profligate Madam of the Family

Chapter 119: I Don’t Care if You Hug Him For a Hundred Years

“It’s almost time to let go, right?” Jin Mingfeng held Leng Rongrong tightly in his arms. If not for the fact that Mingfeng was a close acquaintance, no one else would have dared to hold Rongrong like that. She would have violently thrown out Mingfeng.

Jin Mingfeng’s body trembled slightly. He held Leng Rongrong tightly.

It was as if he could not hear anything. He didn’t release Rongrong and muttered, “You scared me.”

Leng Rongrong was speechless.

Although she did not turn her head to look, she could already feel a pair of extremely cold and invincible eyes staring at her from behind. They were fixated on her until her scalp went numb.

Although Leng Rongrong and Mo Linyuan only had a fake marriage, they were still husband and wife in name. It did not seem very good to hug another man in front of her husband.

Wasn’t this just making a large piece of grass grow on top of her husband’s head?

So many people were watching!

“Jin Mingfeng, that’s enough.” Leng Rongrong’s voice turned slightly colder. “My husband is watching.”

Film Emperor Jin was unmoved. He was still immersed in some kind of sadness and fear.

Not far away, the man in the wheelchair was almost unable to hold back his anger that was about to burst through the top of his head.

Not only was Leng Rongrong hugging another man in front of him, but she was also hugging him for such a long time.

Was Jin Mingfeng addicted to hugging Leng Rongrong? Was he planning to hug her until it was dark?

Tang Luo stood behind Mo Linyuan and took a deep breath. He was the closest to Mo Linyuan, so he was the first to feel the cold air that his young master was exuding. It was the kind of air conditioner that could not be bought with money.

“Lord Four, do you want me to go and stop him?”

Since his young master was pretending to be disabled, Mo Linyuan couldn’t angrily walk up and separate the two of them directly. Therefore, Tang Luo reminded him very kindly.

“Stop what?”

“Young Madam is hugging another man!”

“Why should I stop it?”

Tang Luo was speechless.

Young Master, weren’t you the one who got jealous? The whole world is filled with vinegar. I can smell it!

Of course, Tang Luo didn’t dare to say anything like ‘a jealous lover’ so casually. He knew his young master too well. Mo Linyuan probably wouldn’t admit it.

Just as Tang Luo was wondering how much longer Leng Rongrong would have to hold Jin Mingfeng and whether the air conditioner created by Mo Linyuan was enough to cool down the entire set, he heard a loud bang. An unknown white flying object flew out directly.

Jin Mingfeng was thrown to the ground by Leng Rongrong. He stumbled back a few steps and almost fell.

Jin Mingfeng was still looking at Leng Rongrong in confusion.

Leng Rongrong glanced in Mo Linyuan’s direction. She felt inexplicably guilty and unconfident. She walked toward Mo Linyuan and said guiltily, “He was the one who hugged me!”

Mo Linyuan looked at Leng Rongrong coldly. “You don’t have to explain to me. It has nothing to do with me. I see that you’re enjoying this hug. Even if he hugs you for another hundred years, it’s none of my business.”

Leng Rongrong didn’t know what to say.

Tang Luo was speechless as well.

“You’re my husband in name, after all. I’m just trying to maintain your image!”

Leng Rongrong pursed her lips. A trace of gloominess flashed across her fairy-like little face. Obviously, he had stared at her until her scalp went numb, and she felt inexplicably guilty, so she had explained herself. In the end, Mo Linyuan didn’t even care.

If it didn’t matter, then don’t stare at her. If Mo Linyuan stared at her like this, how would she hug someone?

“Tang Luo, go back!” Mo Linyuan said coldly. His face was gloomy, and his voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze the whole place.

Leng Rongrong was speechless.

She stepped forward and blocked his way. “Why did you leave so quickly? You haven’t even said anything! So, what’s the matter?”

“I can’t come to the set if there’s nothing?” Mo Linyuan glanced at Leng Rongrong. His devilish face was gloomy.

“That’s not it.” Leng Rongrong was slow to think for a moment. “But, you must have something to do at the set, right? What are you doing here? Did you have something to say or what? If you want to leave, you should at least finish your words before you leave, right?”

For some reason, Leng Rongrong did not want Mo Linyuan to leave so quickly.

“I’m fine,” Mo Linyuan replied coldly, “I was just bored and came out for a walk. I’m done shopping, so I’m going back.”

After that, Mo Linyuan did not waste any more time. Tang Luo pushed Mo Linyuan.

When he was leaving, Tang Luo turned back and waved at Leng Rongrong. “Young Madam, we’ll go back first. Goodbye!”

Leng Rongrong had wanted to chase after him, but the director had already called for the filming to start, so she had no choice but to return to the set. Her little face looked a little depressed.

“Is your husband angry?” Jin Mingfeng asked apologetically. “I don’t have any ulterior motives. I’m just a little worried.”

“I’m fine.” Leng Rongrong glanced at Mo Linyuan’s back in the wheelchair. Actually, Mo Linyuan was almost completely blocked by Tang Luo. She quickly retracted her gaze and looked at Jin Mingfeng. “What happened to you just now?”

Rongrong could feel that Mingfeng was so nervous that he was trembling.

Although she was on rather good terms with Jin Mingfeng, they had not known each other for too long. They were not life-and-death comrades. It was just a few fans attacking her, and it was not enough to make the film emperor shiver in anxiety.

“Don’t ask anymore.” Ah Chen walked over from the side and pulled Jin Mingfeng away. “Brother Jin, it’s time to film.”

“Oh.” Jin Mingfeng returned to his senses and smiled at Leng Rongrong, then prepared to go on stage.

Leng Rongrong was speechless.

Was he trying to cover up something?

It seemed that there was indeed something in the past that made Jin Mingfeng shiver in fear. Film Emperor Jin was always so dazed and obedient in front of his fans. There must be some secret.

She felt that Jin Mingfeng was a little afraid of his fans even though they liked him.

Tang Luo pushed Mo Linyuan into the car.

After they got into the car, Mo Linyuan looked at Tang Luo coldly. “Are you very close to her?”

“Ah, you mean Miss Rongrong?” Tang Luo swallowed his saliva. “No.”

“Then, why are you talking so much nonsense?” Mo Linyuan squinted his eyes. His whole body was exuding a dangerous aura.

Tang Luo won’t say it in the future, alright?

Lord Four, was your possessiveness erupting?

So, Mo Linyuan was still throwing a tantrum because he was jealous?

Mo Linyuan initially said he had come because he worried about his wife. In the end, he did not even ask about her and left immediately after seeing that Jin Mingfeng had carried Miss Rongrong...

Jealous men were really unreasonable.

Especially this kind of man who was obviously jealous but refused to admit it.

Tang Luo’s mind was in turmoil. He put on a mask-like smile. “Then, Young Master, where are we going next?”

“Let’s go home. ”

“Which home?”

“Do you need me to tell you?” Mo Linyuan frowned.

“Oh.” It should be the house with Miss Rongrong.

“Ban that man.” In the car, after a long time, Mo Linyuan suddenly spat out these words.