Tang Feng, who had just been to the black market, was very alert. He did not look back, but kept paying attention to the movement behind him. A young man in his twenties followed him several streets.

Tang Feng continued his itinerary like nothing happened. After eating breakfast, he deliberately made a big circle, and the young man kept following him. After turning a street, Tang Feng suddenly rushed into the post office that had just opened. Soon, the young man also came to the door of the post office, but this time he lost his target.

Seeing the young man dizzy and finally took the wrong path, Tang Feng almost laughed out loud.

"Hey, young man, are you sending letters or packages?" The security guard of the post office was also very alert when he saw the sneaky Tang Feng.

Tang Feng turned around and said, "I'll send a letter." Then, he posted a stamp and immediately left the post office after sending the letter, and walked in the opposite direction.

After a while, it was already noon when Tang Feng returned to Lin Muyu's house in Chaoyang District. He knocked on the door. Soon, the door opened and Lin Muyu's smile appeared in front of him.

"You're back." Lin Muyu was like a little wife waiting for her husband to return home. She took off Tang Feng's coat and asked, "You're very tired."

"Not tired." Tang Feng saw Lin Muyu wearing a professional suit and slippers on his feet, and asked, "Does sister go out or just come back?"

"Do you want my sister to go out or just come back?" Lin Muyu hung up Tang Feng's coat and asked with a smile.

Tang Feng said: "Of course I hope my sister has just returned."

"Haha, I also hope that I will come back, but that's not the case." Lin Muyu continued: "The beginning of the script has been written. I want to go to the company to discuss the subsequent development with other colleagues."

Tang Feng remembered the last time he was in the coffee shop and said with some concern: "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No need, this is not an external submission, they are all acquaintances." Lin Muyu, who was facing away from Tang Feng, said while tiptoing and bending down to tidy up the stockings from her ankles. Her legs in long stockings were perfect, and the moving curve naturally transitioned from the instep in front to the curve behind the calf. The arc continued to extend upward, and the more moving snow-white thighs became more and more plump, and just as they were about to close, it stopped abruptly under the cover of the short skirt. What's bad is that because her body bent down, the buttocks wrapped in the short skirt were raised a little high, and the scenery at the base of the thighs also appeared and felt aloof, which made Tang Feng feel the urge to lift her skirt.

"What are you looking at?" Lin Muyu put on high heels and turned around and looked at Tang Feng's expression, and said coquettishly.

"Hehe, look at my sister." Tang Feng and Lin Muyu had a passion second only to sex, and they were no longer shy when speaking.

"Little devil." Lin Muyu stepped forward and hugged Tang Feng's waist and tiptoed to kiss him, saying, "Get something to eat at home, and my sister will come back soon."

After Lin Muyu left, Tang Feng glanced at a few matte papers with brush words written on the desk in the living room. He walked over with interest and looked through them one by one. The first few papers were all practiced, and there was no clue to the numbers. The last one had complete content, with neat small regular script written on it. Tang Feng carefully savored the artistic conception told between the lines of Lin Muyu.

The setting sun shines in the west, the maple forest is soaked, and the geese flies south to thousands of mountains. The water is without trace, the autumn is endless, the sky is light and clouds are faint, the mountains are thousands of miles away, and the gods are dim for several times. Leaning alone the west wind, the flowers of a town are in lingering. The falling trees are rustling, and the brocade is passing by the passing years. When will the sails be raised? The rain sprinkles the river in the cold autumn, and the lanterns are cut at night, and the coldness is everywhere. Who knows the lonely curtains in the south of the Yangtze River?

Lin Muyu's calligraphy is very beautiful, and the content is even more excellent. The pen is soft and charming, and the bleakness is hidden and splendid, which is definitely not a forced saying sorrow that does not know the taste of sorrow. The words are born from the heart, and the willow bones, the crazy and simple, and the charm of calligraphy are all manifestations of the personal mood. If "the fallen trees are rustling, the brocade serpent and the passing years are over, when will the sails be raised?" express a kind of melancholy words that are not met and no one appreciates, then "the night is cut with the lanterns, the coldness is everywhere, who knows the lonely curtain in the south of the Yangtze River?" is implicitly noble, and there is also a little resentment in the boudoir that no one can recognize.

After reading Lin Muyu's calligraphy, Tang Feng felt a little complicated. He spent the whole afternoon thinking about sorting out the little things between him and her in Lin Muyu's room.

Tang Feng has no view of love. He only believes in a little bit. No woman can find when he is rich. Lin Muyu's attraction to Tang Feng is actually superficial because she is beautiful and sexy. But this time, Tang Feng seemed to touch Lin Muyu's inner world. Lin Muyu is an outstanding representative of female white-collar workers in this city. She is fashionable and sexy, and is well aware of the reality of life. Therefore, when she asks for Tang Feng, she will use her natural resources to seduce him in addition to paying for her. But this small seduction is limited to visual experience. Lin Muyu has her own bottom line. When she meets a person like Jiang Yuan, she will try every means to avoid it. When she is really unavoidable, Tang Feng was pulled as a shield by her because she knows that she is old.

The shy Tang Feng would not take the opportunity to take advantage of her. Lin Muyu, who worked hard in the city, is very sleek and sophisticated, but this does not affect her ideological independence. She is not interested in rich people like Jiang Yuan, and sometimes those words that only "angry young people" will come up with. Most women are kind-hearted, and Lin Muyu has reached the state of compassion for the world, so she is in a good mood because she helped others. But once she finds that her kindness has been deceived and used by others, the poet's bold side is visible to her, and she dares not say anything about helping her, but when she faces a lame man and has a man around her, she has the confidence, and almost falls into the villain's conspiracy. Tang Feng thought of this, and couldn't help laughing. What a cute sister.

After laughing, Tang Feng accidentally saw the book "People should take the initiative" under Lin Muyu's pillow. He picked up the book curiously. At this time, Tang Feng realized that he had not figured out the title of the book. It turned out to be "People should take the initiative". After listening to the movement and making sure that Lin Muyu had not returned home, he secretly opened the title page, which read: If you love him, you must seduce him.

The classical and graceful Jiangnan charm, fast-paced urban life, fashionable and sexy appearance, loneliness and aloofness in the heart, and the passion of the wise white-collar poet created Lin Muyu's complex personality. When such a woman falls in love with a shy brother who is younger than her, everything is already destined.

Tang Feng turned to the second page when suddenly there was a sound of opening the door. He hurriedly put the book under the pillow and walked quickly to the living room.
Chapter completed!