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Chapter 69

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    Wan Yun walked out of the villa area for seven consecutive days and saw Zhou Yu's stretch car parked at the door.

    There is no one in the car, just a bicycle parked.

    Low-key display, silent teasing.  Zhou Yu wants to change his mind?  No, what I abandoned many years ago is not something I care about now.  It's just that close games and opponents are the most interesting.

    Wan Yun refuses to even get angry. It seems that he is not the only one who has not improved over the years.  She calmly called the traffic police station to report the illegally parked vehicle.

    The curator was whispering nearby: "So persistent."

    At this moment, a whistle sounded from behind the two of them.

    The curator turned his head and said angrily: "Ah, we taxpayers have worked so hard, how can we worship such a shabby police car?"

    Feng Jian was sitting in an old car, also following their gazes towards the luxury car, without showing any expression for the time being.

    Wan Yun paused: "Why are you free to pick me up today?"

    The curator said coldly: "Just keep an eye on me."

    Feng Jian only said: "I just came back from the beach with your mother in the afternoon, and I have decided to buy a yacht."

    Wan Yun was not interested. The curator next to him flashed his eyes and said calmly: "Oh? Yacht? That's nothing special. How big is the yacht?"

    Feng Jian then looked at the curator.  He thought for a moment: "Have you seen Titanic?"

    The curator couldn¡¯t help but remain silent, and then a lot of little things suddenly appeared in his eyes.  He said reservedly: "Ah, it's an old movie. You must have watched it a few times."

    Feng Jian nodded, "Just look at it," and continued, "It's just as big as the lifeboat in the movie."

    The curator said to Wan Yun: "You two take your time and chat, I'm going home first."

    After getting in the car, Wan Yun smiled and said, "Are you really here to follow me?"

    Feng Jian frowned and said, "Today is not Thursday?"

    Wan Yun hummed indifferently, and Feng Jian looked at her again. She took off her delicate and crisp coat temporarily because the seat of the old car was narrow.  There was no place to put the handbag, so I had to throw it on the ground.

    It seems that she should get in the car opposite, at least they complement each other.

    Feng Jian made a technical estimate that the price of the antique car must have exceeded US$3 million.  The only way to buy it is through auctions or smuggling. It has great value for viewing, but considering that I will probably never use the 3 million US dollars in gas money in this life, the value of the purchase is temporarily zero.

    Spending money is a big question. When this old car is naturally scrapped, he can consider buying a new car. He can just sit back and watch it now.

    Wan Yun sat quietly with Feng Jian and said for a while, "I think I'm on the wrong track, right?"

    Feng Jian was absent-minded: "Go up the bridge when you come here, and you can change the road when you go back. Maybe it will be faster and more fuel-efficient."

    After regaining consciousness, he wanted to bite his tongue, fearing that Wanyun would ask, "Didn't you come from the dock just now?"

    Wan Yun didn¡¯t seem to notice anything and just smiled.

    Feng Jian is currently most afraid of this kind of smile and this kind of silence. She frowned and said: "You are not a taxpayer, why do you still care about so many things?"

    Wan Yun smiled and said: "I don't care. But as a wife, I should ask you about your itinerary."

    Feng Jian was stunned for a moment, then shut up and concentrated on driving.

    The first time three people got together was not that fun.

    Wan Yun came here reluctantly and just wanted to make up the numbers, but she always had the misconception that Feng Jian was targeting her, so she had to take it seriously.  Feng Jian did have embarrassment, but the other party always grasped it easily, a little annoyed and a little relaxed.  Wan Jin started to follow, but then he was speechless. He only felt that during the whole process, he was vaguely excluded by the two of them.

    A few hours later, Wan Jin went outside to get clothes.  Feng Jian packed up the computer files in the conference room and returned to the office, still busy with work, with a look of impatience on his face.

    Wan Yun felt that she could not help, so she curled up quietly on the sofa.  However, Feng Jian always felt that her legs were stretched out very straight, and she would always trip over him while walking quickly at some inadvertent moment.

    Suddenly I heard Wan Yun say: "just do it."

    Feng Jian suspected that she was hearing hallucinations, so she couldn't help but stop what she was doing and said slowly: "What did you say?"

    The other party repeated: "Do it here, I see you are very tired, relax for a while, and then do things later." He wanted to take a picture next to himself, but under Feng Jian's gaze, he pointed slightly opposite her.  long sofa, and then put the long legs back on the ground.

    Feng Jian turned away and said stiffly: "This is my office, you know, right?"

    Wan Yun frowned slightly: "What does it have to do with it?"

    Feng Jian stared at her speechlessly.

      When that beautiful face is expressionless, there is zero difference from the artwork displayed in the museum.  He has only seen Wan Yun have two sincere expressions so far. One expression only occurs at night and lasts for more than ten seconds.

    The principle of fighting that I have learned and implemented since childhood is that the best must be thrown out for others to fight for, and the good ones should be kept by your side.  Feng Jian is a little disgusted with himself who is currently hesitating.

    With no response to his concern, Wan Yun was also a little frightened by his silent gaze.  Men's gaze is not oppressive and rarely meaningful.  But as you gradually get to know Feng Jian, you really can't guess what unexpected comments will come out of that focused and calm gaze.

    ¡ª¡ªYou can be more clear-headed and mean-spirited when you stay outside than in this mountain, but some people are too proud to be bystanders.

    She subconsciously put on a defensive posture: "Forget it if you don't want to sit down, just keep cleaning up. You go home for dinner tonight -"

    Hua Feng didn't knock on the door. He was about to open the door and come in. He watched as Feng Jian closed the door in front of his nose and locked it.

    The blinds were lowered on the glass door, and in a flash of light, a pair of beautiful eyes inside were equally astonishing.

    ¡°Great¡­it turns out the boss¡¯s wife is inside.

    The secretary smiled and finally got off work on time one day.

    Wan Yun was caught off guard, frightened and annoyed, and quickly pushed him away.

    "What are you crazy about?"

    Feng Jian sneered: "Aren't you going to do it?"

    Wan Yun didn't react, and it took a full ten seconds to understand, but she didn't even understand how Feng Jian could hear it wrong again and again: "Besides that kind of thing, what else do you think about in your mind every day? Don't think about it again  Talk about not being awake late at night!¡±

    Feng Jian doesn't intend to stop now. The doors are locked. It's up to people to make mistakes.  He sneered: "Why don't you look for the reason from yourself? You spend all day messing around with women!"

    Wan Yun did not allow him to move at all: "Blame me? You scratched my face."

    Feng Jian made sure to laugh at Wanyun habitually: "Ugly people are so selfish. When did I tell you that you have a pretty face?"

    Wan Yun kindly reminded him: "I told you to tell me every time you get drunk."

    Feng Jian couldn't help but choked, speechless, and felt like she was being annoyed to death.

    Wan Yun took the opportunity to push him: "Don't be crazy, come in later."

    At this moment, the doorman was turned again, and a soft "Huh" was heard.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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