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Chapter 108

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    Feng Jian once watched several Hollywood romance dramas with Wanyun.

    The actor confessed affectionately on the screen: "Lupis, although I can't give you money, jewelry and a mansion. But I will spend my whole life caring for you¡ª¡ª"

    Feng Jian kindly replied for the heroine at that time: "Then let's forget it."

    His answer is still the same today.

    Feng Jian returned the envelope to Wanyun: "You live in your house well, there is no need to move."

    "Now that the villa is being sold, what will the outside world say?" He relaxed slightly, "Aren't you going to take over the family business? The rumors are already very troublesome, and it would be even worse if it causes more troubles."

    "That little rent money is just a drop in the bucket. If you don't like living in a villa, I will give you my apartment. So, don't always be emotional."

    He Long happened to come out of the office and pushed them with both arms.

    "Go, go, if you have something to say, go out and say it on the street. Let others see that you and your husband are harmonious. Don't always block my door. Zhou Liu Jinqin, the boss of the audit office, will always come. Xiao Feng, please remember to pay attention."

    He then said to Wan Yun, "Xiao Feng needs to attend a banquet tonight, so you should go with him."

    Feng Jian refused: "It's a very insignificant occasion, there is no need for¡ª¡ª"

    Unexpectedly, Wanyun has already agreed.

    She said: "Why don't you go? Mr. Feng, don't be emotional."

    Feng Jian looked at Wan Yun's back, then turned around and met He Long's scrutinizing gaze.

    She said thoughtfully: "It's strange, I look more pleasing to you recently."

    Faced with implicit inquiries at the dinner, Wanyun only smiled.

    "How is it possible? We are all business partners That night, Mr. Zhou invited us and my wife to have dinner, but I don't know why the two of them didn't go, leaving me alone There was some misunderstanding, and it's not convenient to disclose it, but I am indeed very worried.  angry."

    "Marriage change? Then I should be worried about this person."

    She naturally took Feng Jian¡¯s arm and gave him a mocking expression.

    Feng Jian didn¡¯t know what to say.

    She seems to

    People kept coming to chat with the two of them, and he gradually walked aside.

    Someone once struck up a conversation with him, a young woman.

    A simple ring of pearls hangs around her neck, and she wears a black cheongsam.  His expression was a little cold, and his slightly upward eye shape was very familiar.

    "Mr. Feng and I once had a glass of wine." She said lightly.

    Feng Jian didn¡¯t remember her, so she just nodded: ¡°Hello.¡±

    The other party didn't care about his attitude. She stood side by side with him and looked at Wanyun in the crowd: "I don't believe those rumors. The few times I've seen you, your eyes have never left her."

    Feng Jian stopped.  An idea flashed through him and he remembered who the visitor was: "Ah, you are the gambling king's daughter¡ª¡ª"

    She twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, but her expression was still lukewarm: "Mr. Feng once took care of my son."

    The woman in front of me is quite different from the bride-to-be who was feasting and feasting at the engagement party.

    Feng Jian actually wanted to remind her to go back and see the little boy with a knife hidden in his smile, so as to prevent the child from going too far on the road of evil.

    But when the words came to an end, he shut up.

    ¡°Forget it, individuals have their own personal connections.

    But she seemed to see what Feng Jian was thinking, and said quietly: "He looks similar to his father, and I don't want to see him. When he got sick, he broke up with me, secretly went for treatment on his own, and never contacted me again until he died.  .¡±

    She held up her wine glass and looked at Feng Jian.

    "Today is his memorial day."

    Feng Jian was particularly unhappy and a little wary, fearing that the other party would say that she looked similar to the deceased father.

    But she didn't speak.  He quietly drank the remaining half of the glass of wine and smiled: "I wish you happiness."

    Turned around and left.

    There was still an hour left for the dinner to end. Feng Jian left the table early, followed by Wan Yun.

    The two of them followed He Long's instructions and deliberately posed in a few poses for reporters to take pictures.

    Feng Jian only remembered that Wanyun¡¯s hands were cold.  When only two of them were left, she pulled her hand back.

    The car was very quiet, and neon lights flashed across their faces.

    Feng Jian casually looked for a topic: "Oh, the gambling king's daughter came to talk to me tonight."

    "I saw you guys standing together" Wan Yun paused and suddenly smiled, "It's a pity that she is already engaged, otherwise Feng can always consider the next marriage partner."

    Feng Jian was silent for a while and said, "I will never get married again." After a pause, he said, "I didn't say anything, I just felt that his children were?Poor.  "

    Wanyun turned his head and looked at her carefully.

    Feng Jian was almost stunned by her gaze again: "What's wrong? Do you know her ex-husband?"

    Wan Yun stared at him for a moment longer and asked the driver to stop at the next intersection.

    "Why do you stop here?"

    She said calmly: "It's too crowded. I want to take a car home by myself."

    It¡¯s more than enough to put a mahjong table in the car.

    Feng Jian was stunned: "Is it so uncomfortable to be with me?"

    Yes, it¡¯s very, very uncomfortable.

    Wan Yun has started to believe in Buddhism in recent years, which means cultivating one¡¯s moral character.  But in front of Buddha these nights, she secretly hoped that Buddha would punish the brat in front of her and save her.

    She opened the car door and Feng Jian grabbed her.

    "I'll take a taxi and go back to the company."

    Because there was a press car following behind them, the two returned to the villa in the middle of the mountain together.

    We are now at the foot of the mountain.

    After Feng Jian got out of the car, she looked around: "Were all the roses in the house here planted by Zhou Yu for you?"

    "Is it too late to ask these questions now?"

    "He has done so much for you, but you never express your opinion. I just hate being treated as a fool by you."

    She asked: "I never expressed my position?"

    Feng Jian looked at her.

    He has always had two images in his mind.  One is a delicate girl who was motionless ten years ago, and the other is a woman who always provokes him, spends his money, and has countless secrets.

    You can reject the first one indifferently, but you can't ignore the second one; it's obviously the same person - Feng Jian suspects that he will be driven crazy by this circle.

    Wan Yun saw Feng Jian take a step back and wanted to leave again.

    She called to him.

    "The divorce agreement can be placed with you first." Wan Yun said, "You mentioned that the marriage should last for two years. As you said, I will sign it after two years. At that time, it will have no impact on your own company and my family.  There are benefits. As for your relationship with me"

    The car waited silently behind, and the lights stretched the shadows of the two of them, like needles.

    Tossing and turning, disappointment, bitter smile, all gone.

    Wan Yun forced a smile: "Let's just be ordinary friends."

    Feng Jian remained silent, and then he said with utmost sarcasm: "An ordinary friend? An ordinary friend like Zhou Yu? Then how much should I take advantage of you?"

    "Mr. Feng, don't worry about profit all the time in the future. Things outside of you are just like running water. You should also practice some personal cultivation."

    ¡°If you don¡¯t have any cultivation, you won¡¯t be able to use your feet in both directions.¡±

    "Who took the initiative to send me to another boat?" Wan Yun frowned and asked, "Why are you always so stubborn? If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is no such thing as a good thing. Although the Mid-level Villa is for sale, I will simply give all the books in it to Mr. Feng.  ."

    Feng Jian was so angry that she could not speak.

    "No matter what, let me teach Mr. Feng another lesson when we are a couple."

    "If you are used to being tough, just keep it up. Don't occasionally say nice things, do considerate things and make promises, don't always ask women about their past affairs, don't put your house in a woman's name - don't underestimate yourself, if you don't have more love for women  Please don't do this. Don't be like people like Zhou Yu who do unnecessary and wasteful things just because it's fun"

    Feng Jian sneered: "Don't compare me with him."

    "You two are naturally different. He at least made me happy for a while." Wan Yun was silent and suddenly smiled slightly, "If I tell you this, you probably won't listen or understand. That's all. Before I  For those words Mr. Feng said, those things about likes and loves, just think of them as my emotions."

    Wanyun didn¡¯t take a few steps, when his eyes flashed.

    Feng Jian got into the car before her.

    He locked the car door and said coldly: "Stop taking the car. Don't you want to walk home?"

    Today¡¯s driver was from Feng Jian¡¯s company. Under Feng Jian¡¯s constant urging, the driver drove away with a whimper.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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