"No!" Hearing what he said, Ling Nuannuan's eyes were inexplicably hot, and he rushed over instantly, hugged him tightly with both hands, pressed his face to his chest, and tears rolled down instantly: "I told my brother not to transfer you, don't leave."

Mu Weicheng looked down at the girl who was crying like rain in her arms, and her heart was as painful as a knife.

"It's my duty to obey the orders of the superiors." Mu Weicheng said in a low voice.

"I can ask my brother, my brother will definitely promise me, I won't let you go." Ling Nuannuan doesn't know how many three years she and Mu Weicheng can miss, her lovesickness has already flooded.

"No, don't do this, don't embarrass your elder brother." Mu Weiyi froze his hands and hugged her gently.

"My elder brother dotes on me the most. He will definitely agree to let you stay, and he will." Ling Nuannuan didn't expect to be separated so soon. She was really reluctant and sad.

"I don't want you to do this. You will embarrass your elder brother. Moreover, if you let him know our relationship now, the timing is not right. My uncle has just left, and I can't introduce you to my relatives and friends now. Nuannuan, can we wait a little longer?" Mu Weicheng persuaded in a low voice.

Ling Nuannuan closed her eyes tightly, crying more and more.

She knew it would not be so easy to be with him, but she never expected that everything would come together, and it would be so difficult to want a stable love.

"Why wait again? How long will it take? Can you give me a deadline?" Ling Nuannuan took a step back from his arms, with tears in his eyes, and asked him infinitely sadly: "One year, or two years? Or longer?"

Seeing her crying, Mu Weicheng's heart was about to be crushed.

"I can't give you a definite answer, but it's definitely not now. I don't want you to suffer these injuries." What Mu Weicheng took into account has always been to bring her a spiritual blow. Will the Mu family accept her? Unless, he wants to break the relationship with the entire Mu family.

"I'm not afraid of getting hurt, I'm afraid you will leave me." Ling Nuannuan's heart has been trained to be very strong. She is really not afraid of wind and rain, and she just wants to live a very simple life with him, even if she runs and exercises together in the morning, and eats dinner made by him. I don't need deeper communication, I just want the warmth of daily life. Is it a luxury?

"When I finish my uncle's funeral, I will go to the base to report. I will come back to you on vacation. I won't hide from you for a year or two. We can call or send letters. As long as you miss me, there are many ways to contact me, unless I am on a mission and cannot respond to you in time." Mu Weicheng will not let her wait indefinitely any longer, and he is not willing to make her lovesick.

"Really?" The sadness in Ling Nuannuan's heart stopped for an instant, and her beautiful eyes widened in surprise: "As long as I miss you, can I call you? You won't avoid me anymore?"

"No, because you are already an adult." Mu Weicheng touched her long hair gently: "I used to hide from you, not because I was afraid of you, but because I was afraid that I would lose control. Now I won't, we can contact each other like all lovers."

Ling Nuannuan smiled through tears, stretched out his hand into a fist, and punched him lightly on the chest: "Then it's settled, as long as I can contact you, I'm not afraid of where you go. You are a kite, and I'm the one pulling the string. I'm not afraid that you will fly away."

"Well, I can't fly out of your palm, so there is no need to be sad for this parting. It's just that we each returned to our own place. You study hard and I work hard. One day, we will meet at the most suitable time." Mu Weicheng's deep eyes are also full of reluctance, but he is a man. When he says parting, he should comfort her, instead of letting her immerse herself in sadness with no sense of security.

"Well, I see. Since it's not a good time to be in love, then I won't make it difficult for you. I don't know what to say about your uncle. As a member of the Mu family, you should take care of it. I'm leaving first. Don't be too sad, and pay attention to your body." Ling Nuannuan finally calmed down. She took a deep breath, forced a smile, and waved goodbye to him.

Mu Weicheng stood at the door, watching her pretty figure disappear into the elevator, her heart was empty, as if her heart had been taken away by someone. Although the heart was still beating, it was out of rhythm.

Ling Nuannuan sat back in the car. When she turned on her mobile phone, she saw the latest and most authoritative news report. The former president died of illness.

Ling Nuannuan is in a complicated mood. I don't know whether to be happy or sad. The old president has done evil. He deserves the punishment he deserves. Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal. His death may only make those who care about him sad.

Vice President's Palace!

The light in the living room is on, and the dinner just eaten is on the table. Lan Yanxi is sitting in front of the table. Ling Mofeng takes off his coat and is cleaning the table.

"The old president died of illness." Ling Mofeng said suddenly.

Lan Yanxi's eyes were surprised: "When did it happen?"

"Around six o'clock this afternoon, he had a heart attack, and the rescue failed." Ling Mofeng stopped what he was doing and put his hands on the table: "He passed away at this time, and I may face criticism."

Lan Yanxi's heart twitched: "No one would suspect that you did it, would they?

Ling Mofeng's eyes became more solemn, and seeing the worried expression of the girl across from him, he laughed at himself: "I took office less than half a month ago, and he died of illness, whether it was a coincidence, or he chose this time on purpose, anyway, I received a call from Chu Lie just now, and there are already doubts."

After hearing his words, Lan Yanxi felt extremely distressed, she walked over, hugged him tightly behind his back, and said angrily: "How can this be blamed on you, could it be that you are responsible for his bad heart? JrNovels.com