President, Please Be Careful
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As expected, Old Madam Zhao was still infatuated with President Mu. Even though they had divorced, she still reserved a place for him in her heart.

As Ye Yan watched Zhao Youlin walk towards Mu Tingfeng, his eyes narrowed dangerously. Although what emerged from his eyes was not an emotion of knowing like others had, it was more like.

When Mu Tingfeng saw Zhao Youlin walking towards her, she also thought that Zhao Youlin would come for her. He didn't know if he felt happier or more lost, it was very complicated.

He raised his right hand slightly and was ready to reach out to Zhao Youlin, only to find that he did not even look at her. He walked right past her without slowing down for a second.

Mu Tingfeng's mind went blank for a few seconds. His hand that was just about to be outstretched stiffened a few centimeters in front of his body.

Zhao Youlin, on the other hand, did not care about Mu Tingfeng's reaction as she ran over to someone who was looking around and ready to dart. He smiled faintly and said, "Come, let's dance."

Luo Weibing, who was captured on the spot and forced to do something she least wanted to do, was speechless. “...” Please...please help me! *Crying.

Unfortunately, no one could hear Luo Weibing's internal cries of destruction. Even if they heard it, no one would come forward to save him.

“*Hiks... Sister Lin, please let me out of this. L am...I don't know how to dance. Why don't you find someone who can dance with you?” Luo Weibing, who was dragged into the hall, tried to save himself.

Although Zhao Youlin did not want to waste any time convincing her at all. His eyes swept over Luo Weibing's two legs as he sneered and said, "You don't know how to dance? What's the point of having two legs that can't dance? Maybe I should break your third leg with them, what do you think?”

Hearing that, Luo Weibing trembled from head to toe. He instantly felt a chill in a certain part of his lower body, he felt a slight pain in his chest!

“No, I can dance, I can dance, I know all kinds of dances! As a dapper guy who hangs out at all kinds of celebrity parties and lures thousands of girls, how could I not know how to dance?”

Zhao Youlin glanced at him indifferently. Then he smiled faintly and said, “I see you are quite proud of yourself as a flirtatious man. Well then, let's talk about how you, a flirtatious guy, had the guts to hang up my phone two days ago, what do you think?”

Luo Weibing was silent again. “...” He knows it. He knew he would not let go easily. *Meanlips.

As soon as Zhao Youlin pulled Luo Weibing onto the dance floor, Luo Weibing immediately felt all sorts of gazes coming from all directions, piercing her like an arrow.

Especially the two cold gazes that shot him between those probing gazes. Luo Weibing did not need to look to find out whose gaze it was.

As the elegant music began to slowly, the crowd stepped onto the dance floor happily. However, Luo Weibing's tragedy had just begun.

Mu Tingfeng stood on the side of the dance floor. She noticed the woman, who was wearing a red dress like fire, leaning on another man as they danced on the dance floor. Somehow, he began to feel an inexplicable anger.

This inexplicable anger happened too suddenly, to the point that he could not help it, not to mention he had no intention of suppressing it. Even so, more unreasonable people came to him to be the target of his outburst of anger.

"Young Master Mu, I ..." Zhao Youxi stared intently at Zhao Youlin, who was in the middle of the dance floor. Then, she smiled lightly and came up to Mu Tingfeng again. She reached out and attempted to hold onto Mu Tingfeng's hand, but her movements became stiffened by the cold gaze Mu Tingfeng shot at her.

Mu Tingfeng glanced at Zhao Yuxi in disdain and said two words in a cold tone, "Go!"

Zhao Youxi was frightened by Mu Tingfeng's aura. He bit his lips and stomped his feet before fleeing reluctantly.

Old Master Zhao, who was standing at the table chatting with several elders who were the same age as him, watched Mu Tingfeng's attitude and actions. A touch of cunning characteristics and calculations that could be seen on an entrepreneur flashed in his eyes, which were filled with traces of change.

When the song was over and the men and women on the dance floor let each other off their hands and dispersed politely, her legs hurt so much that she could no longer feel them.

Zhao Youlin wore a pair of pointy high heels over ten centimeters deep. When he stomped his feet, there was even a time when he felt like he was dying.

However, Luo Weibing's misery was more than that. As he limped out of the dance floor, he was not greeted by the soft tables and chairs, but by his father's dark and handsome face.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you and Eldest Madam Zhao?"

Luo Weibing's. “...”

Sister Lin, please take me with you. Don't leave me here alone! *Crying.

At this moment, it was impossible for Zhao Youlin to hear the desperate cries of her little boy. After the crowd dispersed from the opening dance, Zhao Youlin made use of the chaos and climbed the small stairs from the side to the second floor.

He didn't want to be the center of attention a second time.

As soon as he walked to the second floor, Zhao Youlin caught a glimpse of three people including Duan Yarong, who was standing on the edge of the corridor.

"Mr ..." Joy obviously liked Duan Yarong very much. He was obedient as he hugged her until he saw Zhao Youlin walking up the stairs. His eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand, wanting Zhao Youlin to hug him.

"Joi." Zhao Youlin smiled lightly and picked up Joy. She gives Joy a kiss on her round little face, making her giggle.

“Thanks for keeping Joy, Aunty.” After kissing Joy, Zhao Youlin turned to smile lightly and thanked Duan Yarong.

“We're family. Don't be so formal with me. Joy is very obedient. I don't mind playing with him for longer. It's not about taking care of him,” Duan Yarong said. He suddenly shifted his gaze from Joy to Zhao Youlin. There was a mixed expression of loss and anticipation on his face, "Youlin ..."

Zhao Youlin was stunned by his gaze. After a moment of silence, he smiled faintly and said, "I understand ... Ma."

Duan Yarong was stunned for a moment, then she was filled with an unspeakable burst of happiness. His usually dignified and steady attitude was completely shattered at this moment.

He was at a loss for words for a while before he reacted. Her eyes were slightly red as she gripped onto Zhao Youlin's hand and said, “Good girl, good girl. If you face any problems in the future, you should come to me. I will never let anyone wrong you and Joy again.”

When Zhao Youlin saw that Duan Yarong was so excited that she could not help it, her heart was also filled with a hint of warmth. The smile on his face became even more sincere as well. He nodded before turning his gaze to Zhao Shunrong, who was standing behind Duan Yarong.

Zhao Shunrong looked at Zhao Youlin deeply for a while and said in a deep voice, "Go home after the birthday banquet."

A home? Zhao Youlin was stunned. What a warm and charming line. Does this mean he has accepted it? Or just a temporary reception?

Indeed, that.

Duan Yarong had always felt a connection with Zhao Youlin, so it wasn't difficult for her to accept it.

But Zhao Shunrong was different. Asking her to accept a girl who was supposed to be his niece as his own daughter all of a sudden, it was completely wrong to say that she did not mind at all.