Chapter 480: Sweet Night at Li Meng's Home

Li Meng looked through the car window at the street scenes passing by outside, trying to calm her pounding heart.

However, Lin Lang's burning gaze always followed her like a shadow, making it difficult for Li Meng to completely dispel her shyness.

Lin Lang looked at Li Meng's shy appearance, and the possessiveness in his eyes almost overflowed. He couldn't help but joked: "Wife, you are so cute when you are shy!"

Li Meng felt more and more embarrassed when she heard Lin Lang's praise. She turned her head away slightly, and her voice was as light as a mosquito but with a hint of reproach.

"You are so bad!"

"Why didn't I realize I was so love-brained before? I was so fascinated by you that I called you hubby so quickly."

The corners of Lin Lang's mouth curled up even wider, his eyes full of pampering and teasing.

"That's because the men you met before were not me. No matter how good others are, they can't enter your dreams. Only I can make you feel so excited and unable to control your feelings."

As he spoke, Lin Lang held the steering wheel of the McLaren supercar with his left hand, and used his right hand to gently pinch Li Meng's cheek, which was getting hotter due to shyness.

Li Meng slapped his hand away coquettishly, "Humph, you narcissistic bastard, drive carefully and be careful."

"So do you like me, a narcissistic bad guy?" Lin Lang raised the corners of his mouth, with a hint of unruly in his eyes.

"do not like."

Although Li Meng said this, there was a hint of sweetness and joy in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows that was difficult to conceal.

Lin Lang smiled evilly and said, "You said you didn't like it, but the sweetness in your eyes and eyebrows betrayed you. Could it be that I'm too charming and you're saying one thing and thinking another?"

Facing Lin Lang's ambiguous teasing, Li Meng felt more and more embarrassed. She pouted her lips slightly and said stubbornly: "Don't be so self-indulgent. I..."

"I am a sweet girl who is born with a sweet and festive look!"

"Wife, you are like a hard-mouthed kitten, scratching people with your claws, but soft inside. I guess you must be wondering, how could I fall in love with this scumbag and narcissistic guy?"

Li Meng changed the subject and said, "You haven't answered me yet, how do you know which direction my community is located in?"

Lin Lang naturally couldn't answer that it was a system prompt, so he could only pretend to be mysterious and lie: "I've told you before, I know a little about divination and metaphysics, and I can tell the future!"

Li Meng was surprised after hearing this: "Is this true?"

Lin Lang replied while driving: "Of course it's true."

Li Meng was half-believing and half-doubting, with eyes wide open, "With your sloppy appearance, how can you be proficient in divination and metaphysics?"

"Then you can calculate for me what will happen to me tomorrow?"

Lin Lang pretended to be profound and calculated with his fingers, and said seriously: "You will have a little surprise tomorrow, but if you are not sincere, it will not work."

Li Meng chuckled, "Humph, I think you are just making it up. You just happened to know the direction of my neighborhood."

"Wife, tomorrow Huayi Sisters Agency will contact you and peacefully terminate the remaining five-year artist contract with you. From now on, whether you are filming or accepting endorsements, you don't have to be sucked dry by the agency for 40%. Are you happy?"

"Really?" Li Meng's big watery eyes showed a hint of surprise and expectation.

Lin Lang replied proudly: "Of course it's true, your husband's nickname is Lin Banxian."

After hearing this, Li Meng covered her mouth and laughed, "But I heard from the crew that your nickname is the Emperor of Shanghai, isn't it?"

“There’s no rule that there can only be one nickname.” Lin Lang drove into the entrance of Li Meng’s high-end residential complex, but because he hadn’t registered his license plate, he was blocked outside the gate by the gate guardrail.

Li Meng exclaimed: "No way? You actually know that I live in this neighborhood!"

"Don't be so surprised, honey. Not only do I know you live in this neighborhood, I can also figure out the password to your electronic lock with just a few taps!"

"what?"

"Is this true?" Li Meng looked incredulous.

Then, I saw the security guard slowly walking out of the security room with a registration book in his hand.

Li Meng hurriedly lowered the car window, took off her sunglasses and smiled at the security guard. Her smile was very friendly, without any star airs.

The security guard was surprised to see that the celebrity owner Li Meng was sitting in the vehicle that was not the owner of the plane. He quickly raised the access control barrier with the remote control and greeted her with a smile: "Miss Li, you are back!"

Li Meng politely replied, "Yes!"

Lin Lang drove a McLaren convertible sports car and slowly drove into Li Meng's high-end residential area.

Li Meng reminded with a sly smile: "There are often paparazzi taking pictures near our apartment building."

"If you go home with me openly like this, what if the paparazzi take pictures of us and our relationship is exposed, and rumors spread everywhere, aren't you afraid that Chu Yiren will find out?"

Lin Lang replied fearlessly: "Wife, you forgot so quickly. I can predict and avoid risks."

"So, it's near my apartment building. There are no paparazzi waiting to take pictures today?"

Unexpectedly, Lin Lang replied, "Yes."

Li Meng was surprised after hearing this: "How dare you follow me home? My house is just around the corner. Stop the car! If paparazzi take pictures of me taking you home so late at night, I won't be able to explain it clearly."

Lin Lang drove the McLaren supercar nonchalantly and slowly drove the car to the downstairs of Li Meng's house.

Li Meng was so frightened that she quickly hid herself in the passenger seat, and said in an exaggerated voice: "You are not afraid of paparazzi secretly taking pictures, Alang, are you crazy?"

Lin Lang got out of the car proudly, looked at a black Santana not far away, walked over with one hand in his pocket, and knocked on the Santana's window.

The car window slowly lowered, revealing a man in a baseball cap with a hint of panic in his eyes.

Lin Lang leaned forward slightly, a faint smile on his face, "Brother, you took a lot of photos, right?"

The man in the peaked cap pretended to be calm and said weakly with a look of shock on his face, "Chairman Lin... Chairman Lin, why... why is it you?"

Lin Lang laughed softly, "You are the paparazzi of Penguin Entertainment Channel, right?"

The man in the baseball cap laughed awkwardly, "Yes, Chairman Lin. I was squatting there to secretly film Li Meng's news. I didn't expect the flood to flush the Dragon King Temple. I filmed you, Chairman Lin, sending Li Meng home. This... isn't this embarrassing!"

Lin Lang did not reprimand the paparazzi who was making things difficult for his company. He replied, "No problem. Delete the photos you just took and take out the camera memory card and give it to me."

"Yes, Chairman Lin."

The man in the baseball cap hurriedly took out his camera, deleted the relevant photos in front of Lin Lang, and took out the camera's memory card and handed it to Lin Lang.

Lin Lang took out his wallet and stuffed a wad of hundred-yuan cash into the paparazzi's hand, which was about several thousand yuan.

"Uh... Chairman Lin, what are you doing?"

"I'll treat you to a midnight snack. You've been squatting here taking pictures late at night. Your job as a paparazzi must be hard enough. Get off work and have something good to eat."

The man in the peaked cap laughed and said, "Thank you, Chairman Lin. I'll leave now."

Lin Lang nodded with satisfaction, "That's right, don't squat and secretly take pictures of Miss Li anymore."

After that, Lin Lang turned and walked towards the McLaren supercar, and opened the passenger door for Li Meng like a gentleman, not forgetting to say, "Princess, please get out of the car."

Li Meng witnessed all this in the car. She was so surprised when she saw the paparazzi driving away in disgrace. "How did you do that?"

Lin Lang replied truthfully: "Hi, the paparazzi who was secretly photographing you is from our Penguin Entertainment Channel. I have sent them away, and they won't dare to hang around here again."

When Li Meng heard this, her eyes widened instantly, full of astonishment, "Ah? So it was the paparazzi from your Penguin Network who was secretly photographing me."

"Humph, your company's paparazzi is just as annoying as your boss!"

Lin Lang hugged Li Meng in his arms, his strong arms tightly wrapped around her waist, and leaned over slightly, his nose almost touching Li Meng's nose. His warm breath gently brushed across her face, his eyes full of affection and teasing.

"Do I hate women who say one thing and mean another?"

After saying that, Lin Lang gently lifted Li Meng's chin with his other hand, letting her look into his eyes. A sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if waiting for Li Meng's shy and flustered response.

Under the warm yellow light of the street lamp, Li Meng looked at Lin Lang with affection, snuggled in his arms and said coquettishly: "Stop making trouble, husband, let's go upstairs and go home quickly!"

"It would be bad if the neighbors upstairs and downstairs saw us hugging each other intimately through the windows!"

Lin Lang continued to hug Li Meng's slender waist, raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly: "Wife, you are so anxious to pull me upstairs and go home, are you eager to start your world of two people?"

Li Meng buried her face in Lin Lang's arms and replied embarrassedly: "No!"

"You clearly told me that you wanted to find evidence of tax evasion by Huayi Sisters Agency in my house, but now you say that I was in a hurry to drag you upstairs and go home."

"You scumbag are trying to change the subject. If you can't find the so-called evidence in my house, I will kick you out of my house. Don't even think about staying overnight at my house and taking advantage of me with such a lame excuse."

Lin Lang raised the corner of his mouth, and a hint of sly pride flashed in his eyes.

"Wife, if I find evidence that Huayi Sisters' agency is evading taxes while I'm at your house, can I stay overnight?"

Li Meng was sure that there couldn't be any evidence at home, so she responded as if making a bet: "Okay, if you can really find it, then I'll let you stay at my house overnight. Anyway, you can't find it because there is nothing at all. What the hell can you find?"

After hearing this, Lin Lang was secretly delighted, and his smile became even more intense. He couldn't wait to say, "Wife, let me show you what it means to create something out of nothing. Come on, honey, let's go upstairs now."

Lin Lang gently took Li Meng's hand and walked into the apartment building and upstairs. Every step seemed to step on her heart, and her heartbeat was like an out-of-control drumbeat, getting stronger and stronger.

A tense feeling spread throughout Li Meng's body. Her delicate body trembled slightly unconsciously, but deep in her heart there was a hint of indescribable expectation.

Li Meng was afraid of the unknown intimate contact, but at the same time she was fantasizing about the warm scene of being alone with Lin Lang.

In this entanglement and anxiety, Li Meng, with a blushing face and a beating heart, was stopped in front of her home by Lin Lang's hand, which made her heart beat extremely fast.

"Hmph, I feel like you're just trying to trick me. You want me to lure you into your house and take you home." Li Meng was extremely conflicted. She hesitated in front of the electronic security door, wondering whether to enter the password.

Lin Lang hurriedly urged: "Open the door, honey, what are you hesitating about?"