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Chapter 57

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    Among the four people, only the handsome and innocent male model maintained a cheerful expression, grinning his white teeth, and seemed completely unaware of the embarrassment.

    Feng Jian sat next to the curator, affected by his depressed atmosphere, and comforted him: "Having a boyfriend like this is better than never having a boyfriend."

    Wan Yun also advised: "Yes, what he calculated just now is very close to the correct answer."

    The curator refused to speak to this hypocritical couple.

    There are only three yellow faces in the exhibition.  The curator refused to condescend to pay attention, and Feng Jian's social circle instantly shrank to Wan Yun alone.  Wanyun was dragged away by an acquaintance again, and Feng Jian had to stand there bored.

    Today he is wearing the suit chosen by Wan Yun, and he looks quite dignified.  Not long after I stood alone, a foreign girl came over and struck up a conversation.

    Feng Jian was not interested, but the other party became more and more interested in this Asian man with an indifferent face.  After several hints, I finally couldn't bear it and said first: "You don't want my number?"

    Feng Jian said coldly: "What is your bank card number?"

    At this moment, the fourth East Asian face appeared on the field.

    Adam Smith once said that men engaged in the same kind of business seldom meet together except to conspire against the public or to raise prices.  Feng Jian felt that as a good citizen, he had met Zhou Yu too frequently recently, which was getting boring.

    He took a step back, trying to hide himself in the crowd, but there was a soft shout from behind him.  Wan Yun returned to her side and was bringing two glasses of wine to Feng Jian. At this moment, all the wine poured onto her white dress.

    Where should I start correcting the mistakes I have made?  Maybe go back ten years.

    This time I have a companion to leave early, and I don¡¯t need to get injured and climb over the wall.  Feng Jian took Wan Yun away from the back door of the kitchen with ease.

    Feng Jian thought that the ticket given to him by the curator was considered useless, and Wanyun's expensive dress also had red stains on the chest, which even dry cleaning might not remove.

    But Wan Yun didn¡¯t seem to care at all.

    After the drink was poured over her body, Wan Yun just raised her eyebrows and said to him: "The so-called gentleman's revenge is not too late in ten years?"

    Feng Jian is not a curious person. At this moment, she couldn't help but ask: "The exhibition hasn't even started yet, so you leave with me first. Doesn't it matter?"

    Wan Yun said: "It doesn't matter much."

    Feng Jian paused, then doubted: "Then since it doesn't have much to do with it, why did you have to drag me to accompany you to visit the exhibition in the first place?"

    Wanyun was filled with anger.

    How do you express that "drawing someone in to keep you company" is "a signal of goodwill from a woman"?

    Logically speaking, a woman only wants the company of a man she is interested in.  According to normal thinking, even a man who takes a slow shot should notice something from her attitude.

    ¡°It¡¯s a pity that there are exceptions.  Feng Jian's observations of things within logic are accurate, but most of the time, his nerves can be used to build dams.

    No matter what, the time the two of them escaped was free.

    Feng Jian glanced at Wanyun and asked tentatively: "This is not far from my company. Do you want to visit?"

    Wan Yun was suspicious: "You want to go back and work overtime?"

    Feng Jian replied sincerely in her heart, "Yes," but continued to say dryly: "Otherwise, should I treat you to dinner?"

    Wan Yun could not help but remain silent, intending to listen to what other bad ideas Feng Jian had to say.

    Feng Jian thought she thought it was too old-fashioned to eat, so she thought for a while: "Then let's go to a bar?"

    Wan Yun was a little surprised: "Do you think it is a good idea to take your wife to the bar?"

    In the end, we actually came to the bar with Feng Jian.

    When the bartender saw the same wedding rings on their hands, he couldn't help but study the relationship between the man and woman, and finally laughed it off and gave up the pursuit.  Then he brought two more glasses, one beer and one glass of water.

    He placed the beer in front of Feng Jian and handed the water to Wan Yun.  But when the bartender left, the two people behind him exchanged the cups with each other.

    Wan Yun turned her wine glass: "You rarely drink?"

    Feng Jian was not angry: "I still remember the last time I was drunk."

    Wan Yun smiled again: "No, you were very cute back then."

    Feng Jianzhen had a different understanding of the meaning of "cute", but Wanyun's tone and words made her embarrassed.  In order to cover up this, he snorted coldly from his nose: "You know, I can buy the wine you are drinking now for half the price in the supermarket."

    Wan Yun smiled and said: "Are you worried about money?"

    I thought Feng Jian would continue talking in a disgraceful way.  But he was silent for a moment, and then denied: "It's out of the question. Opening a bar is also the same."??Doing business.  If you sit here and enjoy the service, you won't get all the good things.  I just said it casually.  "

    Wan Yun opened her eyes wide, and then narrowed them gracefully, as if she could see clearly what kind of person he was.  But Feng Jian was still the first to look away in front of those autumn-filled eyes.

    So I really don¡¯t want to be alone with the woman in front of me.

    Feng Jian doesn¡¯t like to chat on weekdays. Sometimes he doesn¡¯t want to spoil the atmosphere when he says something, but no one has ever taught him how to maintain it.  Facing Wanyun, it seemed easy to say all the things that he wanted to say but didn't want to say anymore.

    Fortunately, Wan Yun didn't seem to mind his bluntness.

    She was silent for a moment and then changed the topic: "Feng Jian, continue to tell me about Linlang Street?"

    Feng Jian frowned: "Why are you always interested in that street? But you asked the wrong person. I don't know much about that street." He said expressionlessly, "If I have to say, I just remember that when I was a child, I and that street  Everyone on the street didn't fit in and I was young, so I was always blocked in a dark alley and beaten. The only people who were nice to me were the waitresses and the laundry ladies. I walked them home in the middle of the night and they paid me tips.  As a reward, this is the first money-making job I have ever had." He warned again, "You asked me proactively, and I took the initiative to say it, so Li Wanyun, please don't show sympathy."

    Wan Yun thought for a while: "I just want to ask, did you like any of them when you were a teenager?"

    ¡°¡­Covered indiscriminately.¡±

    Wan Yun teased him gently: "I saw the photos in your wallet."

    "In the wallet, is that my ID photo?"

    "No, I'm talking about the photo of you behind the pile of cash. The woman with long hair looks very young."

    Feng Jian was silent, and suddenly his face darkened: "How much did you spend on clothes that day? The check was not enough? You actually had to use cash."

    Before Wanyun could answer, her cell phone suddenly rang, and He Long urgently summoned her back to the mountainside villa, with a rare uneasiness and suppressed anger.

    Feng Jian paid the bill and suddenly explained when he stopped the taxi for the two of them at the door of the bar.

    "That photo is of the woman my uncle likes." He said lightly, "I remember my uncle asked me to call her aunt. Unfortunately, I only called her aunt once."

    The traffic was speeding on the road, and Feng Jian's face was probably a little livid because of the light outside, so she didn't speak any more.

    Back at the mid-level villa, he opened the door and saw He Long and another person sitting on the sofa in the living room. They seemed to be having a serious conversation and the atmosphere was not good.

    Wan Jin is longer and more open-minded than when she left, and her appearance is still not as good as that of her two eldest sisters, but she has lost her previous youthfulness and looks rather charming and charming.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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