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Chapter 1542 I seem to have seen your fianc¨¦

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    Xiao Rong ignored him.

    Shen Yi had a sullen face.

    Only Song Chujiu had a calm expression.

    Feng Hairan looked at several people in confusion, "Whywhy do you all have such expressions? Isn't this movie good-looking?"

    Xiao Rong looked at him without words, "Is this what you saidafter reading it, you were so excited that you couldn't sleep well for three days?"

    "Yes, how beautiful it is!"

    "Feng Shadiao, can you be more serious? At this time, please stop being funny, okay?"

    "I'm not being funny, I'm serious about everything I say."

    Xiao Rong rolled his eyes, "I believe you are the only one who has ghosts."

    Song Chujiu sighed silently while listening to the conversation between the two people.

    Only Xiao Rong can think that Feng Hairan is deliberately being funny and is even a very humorous person.

    Feng Hairan found that no one agreed with him and looked at them with a hurt look on his face.

    "Don't you think it looks good?"

    "Feng Hairan, you've had enough! Now is not the time for you to be funny."

    Feng Hairan said angrily: "I'm not being funny, I'm serious!"

    "I am also reminding you very seriously!"

    "Why can't I communicate with a woman like you?"

    "I can't communicate with you. Even if I like to be funny, I have to do it on different occasions, right?"

    ¡°I¡¯m not being funny!¡±

    "You have!"

    "I don't!"

    "You do! You are obviously making fun of yourself every day!"

    Shen Yi stared blankly at the two people arguing, his cute big eyes widened, a little at a loss.

    Song Chujiu stepped forward and said, "Stop arguing."

    She looked at Feng Hairan, who was almost going crazy with anxiety, "the movie you recommended is indeed very good."

    Feng Hairan¡¯s eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had met a close friend.

    "It looks good, it looks good! Only people like us who understand aesthetics can understand the true meaning of this kind of movie."

    He glanced at Xiao Rong coldly, "It's not like some kind of person who has no taste and still claims to be elegant."

    Xiao Rong pointed at herself, "You said I have no taste? What you mean by taste is watching childish cartoons for five or six-year-olds?"

    "You are childish, your whole family is childish!"

    Song Chujiu advised: "Okay, stop arguing. It's getting late, let's go eat first."

    For the sake of Song Chujiu, Xiao Rong stopped arguing with Feng Hairan.

    It was rare for Feng Hairan to meet someone who "understood" her, so she didn't say anything anymore.

    An hour later, several people were sitting in the western restaurant.

    Because Song Chujiu "understood" him, Feng Hairan regarded him as a close friend, and he kept discussing the content of the cartoon with Song Chujiu along the way.

    Song Chujiu only responded a few times out of politeness, but Feng Hairan could talk endlessly.

    On the way to the restaurant, Feng Hairan was extremely excited. He had never met someone who was so "like-minded" as him. After talking to one person all the way, he had long forgotten all the "hate" from before.

    A cartoon made Feng Hairan regard Song Chujiu as "one of his own" and he had completely forgotten his previous position.

    As long as you like watching cartoons as much as he does, they will be friends!

    Feng Hairan even called Song Chujiu from "Ms. Song" to "Chujiu".

    After washing his hands, Feng Hairan returned to his seat.

    He pushed Xiao Rong, who was playing on his phone, "Hey, stop playing. I seemed to have seen your fianc¨¦ just now."

    Xiao Rong raised her head, "fianc¨¦?"

    "Yes, I met you last time. Your fianc¨¦ is pretty good-lookingbut he's a little bit worse than me." Feng Hairan pointed at someone leaning against the window.  Direction, "Here, the top of your head is green." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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