"Thank you Feng Shao for reminding me. Xie someone will definitely remember it. Is there anything else?"
The arm was still in front of him. Obviously, Xie Zhenting did not invite him in and sit down. Shu Fengtai Stork
She probed, but she still couldn't see her at the end of the line of sight.
Breathing out silently, Feng Mu gently shook his head, "No, it's good if you know it in your heart."
After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance. Instead of letting go, the boulder in his heart raised it even higher. Frowning his brows, he casually pressed the down button.
"Slow wind, don't give it away."
As this voice came, the next moment, a huge sound of closing the door came from my ears.
The elevator door opened slowly, and finally looked back. Feng Mu turned and entered the elevator. After that, the elevator door slowly closed in front of his eyes, blocking his cold expression behind the elevator door.
Standing quietly in the living room, Ruan Qingqing had no expression on her face. At the moment the door was heavily closed, her heart sank like a stone to the sea, and she couldn't find any more feelings.
For a moment, she even expected Feng Mu to rush in desperately and take her away, but she was disappointed, Feng Mu did not do that.
Slowly walking towards her, looking at the expressionless face, the corner of Xie Zhenting's mouth evoked an upward arc.
"What? Are you disappointed?"
He asked with a joking expression, warm fingertips wandering happily on her fine porcelain cheeks, closing his eyes, he quietly felt the delicate feeling from his fingertips.
Standing there motionless, Ruan Qingqing said nothing.
Looking at her, Xie Zhenting was not annoyed, but the hand on her body became more restless.
The sun was shining outside, but when she was standing in front of her, she could no longer see a ray of sunshine, and she was surrounded by a bone-to-shoulder coldness. I don’t know if it was because of his touch or the cold that her body was trembling unconsciously, but Holding the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, she endured, her white teeth tortured her red lips, leaving a red blood stain on it.
Seeing this scene, Zhenting Xie suddenly lost all interest, frowned, pushed her away, and then strode upstairs. Then, the door of the study was slammed shut.
Standing there, Ruan Qingqing's body slid little by little, and finally slumped on the thick wool carpet.
There was deathly silence in the huge room, and only her own breathing was clearly audible.
I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was the sound of the door lock being activated outside.
Carrying a basket full of vegetables, Zhang Ma saw this scene.
Ruan Qingqing stood in the middle of the living room in a disheveled shirt, with messy hair scattered on her face, a line of tears slid down her cheeks and mixed with her hair, making her look even more embarrassed.
"Mrs"
She whispered, feeling sad for this poor woman in her heart.
Many women are dreaming of the dream of a sparrow flying on a branch and turning into a phoenix, but they don't know that in the birdcage made of gold wire, some pain is deeper than imagined.
With her low cry, Ruan Qingqing suddenly slowed down, glanced at her stupidly, barely squeezed out a smile, but only moved the corner of her mouth, then she turned and walked upstairs.
It wasn't until the sound of closing the door came upstairs that Zhang Ma slowly retracted her gaze, and there was a trace of deep compassion in her eyes. Afterwards, she carried the basket and walked to the kitchen.
Shutting herself in the bathroom, putting a bathtub full of water, Ruan Qingqing slowly slid her body in until the warm water stream enveloped herself.
After swallowing hard, she slowly closed her eyes.
My heart has never felt so tired like this moment. It is a kind of exhaustion that comes from the bones, and I want to resist but can't do anything.
His lips kept squirming, but he didn't say a word.
In the study, standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, Xie Zhenting was smoking cigarettes one by one. In the ashtray next to him, full of cigarette butts, green smoke slowly scattered in the sky, making his face look blurry.
Just now, he unexpectedly lost control again.
It was an extremely annoying feeling for him, the emotion of being controlled by one person.
Finally, taking the last puff of cigarette deeply into his stomach, he put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and just about to turn around, the phone rang suddenly.
Take a look, it's the company number.
"Hey"
Pressing the call button, his voice is short and powerful.
"President, the representative of the Nangong Consortium has arrived."
At the end of the microphone, a special assistant's voice came, with a hint of excitement.
"Nangong Consortium?"
With a frown between his eyebrows, Xie Zhenting murmured and repeated it again. At the moment when the calcium carbide fired, he suddenly remembered Feng Mu's phone call last night. For a while, he seemed to understand.
"I know, just say I'll be there soon."
After speaking, he cut off the phone on his own.
Throwing the phone aside, he turned and walked to the door, walked into the cloakroom, picked up a black Armani, and when he passed the bedroom, looking at the broken door, his eyebrows frowned almost invisible. Immediately, he walked away without saying a word.
I changed my clothes neatly, but when I was leaving the house, I told Madam Zhang that I would find a worker to fix it, and then the door was heavily closed.
After soaking in the bathtub, I don’t know how long, Ruan Qingqing straightened up slowly and kept poking the water with her hands, only to find that the water was cold, she got up, and she pulled over a large bath towel to layer herself layer by layer. Wrapped up, at this moment, she suddenly found that her lower body was bleeding.