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Chapter Nine Hundred and Thirteen Holding Hands Together

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    "Mr. Liang, do you think I need to apologize to Mrs. Huo in person? I really didn't expect to cause so many troubles!"

    Beside the flower bed downstairs of Huo's Building, Feng Jinjin's eyes were red, and she bit her lower lip tightly.

    She was sitting on a bench by the side of the road, twirling her long hanging hair with her hands, looking restless.

    Liang Wen sat on one side, watching her blame herself like this, he couldn't bear it.

    "Miss Feng, don't think too much about it, our wife is not like that."

    Although he comforted Feng Jinjin in this way, Liang Wen actually didn't know it in his heart!

    It's just that my wife is not this kind of person who catches rumors, not to mention they all sent out the clarification video!

    It was all a misunderstanding!

    Feng Jinjin's eyes blinked, her long eyelashes drooped, and her voice was soft and soft: "Really? I'm afraid that Mrs. Huo will think too much"

    "Hey!" Liang Wen sighed, scratched his head and said, "It's not your fault, the main reason is that these paparazzi are too gossip! I'm afraid there won't be any big news! They will do everything for traffic!"

    "Yeah, it's just that this incident did happen to me, and I think I still have to apologize."

    Feng Jinjin's considerate appearance made Liang Wen's heart soften even more.

    "Okay, then may I ask your wife for you?"

    "Very good!"

    Feng Jinjin grabbed Liang Wen's hand, with an expression of gratitude that couldn't be concealed: "Mr. Liang, you don't even know how much I like Mrs. Huo. She is great. As a girl, she has been speaking for other girls!"

    The air is still and the sound disappears.

    Liang Wen couldn't see anything, and couldn't hear anything.

    All eyes are Feng Jinjin's snow-white and slender fingers!

    In the past, Liang Wen never felt that his hands were good-looking or ugly, but now that his hand was held by Feng Jinjin's, Liang Wen instantly felt that his hands had become ugly!

    "Mr. Liang, do you think I need to give Mrs. Huo any gift when I see her?"

    "Oh, Mrs. Huo has everything, she must have everything, what should I give as a gift"

    "Isn't it too dishonest not to give it away"

    Feng Jinjin's voice was full of joy, but Liang Wen in front of him seemed to be stunned, keeping his head down, looking at their hands holding together.

    She saw Liang Wen's dazed look in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose triumphantly.

    Humph, she knew that there was no man she couldn't take down!

    As long as she exudes a little charm, these men will bow down under her pomegranate skirt!

    "Mr. Liang, Mr. Liang?"

    Feng Jinjin's face moved closer to Liang Wen, and Liang Wen heard her calling him.

    "Huh? What?"

    Liang Wen suddenly raised his head and met Feng Jinjin's eyes!

    And her enlarged facial features!

    Feng Jinjin's face was ten centimeters in front of Liang Wen's eyes, and he could clearly see the fine hair and delicate skin on her face!

    And her long eyelashes, the roots are distinct!

    At this moment, Liang Wen only felt his heart stop beating for a few beats!

    "Mr. Liang, do you think it would be more appropriate for me to buy something to apologize to Mrs. Huo?"

    Feng Jinjin took his hand away calmly, pursed his lips slightly, and looked very distressed.

    And Liang Wen also gasped because of her loosened hand, and let out a long breath.

    It's as if Feng Jinjin didn't hold his hand, but strangled his throat!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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