Love White Paper

Chapter 32: Take your wife to cook for me

Views:

Mr. Fu really didn't seem to know about the news. During the dinner, he was turned off by Fu Jinzhi's lively gossip, and in the end he didn't mention anything about business.

After the meal, it was still early, Fu Sinian did not intend to stay, nor did he care about Qiao Yimo, but planned to go back alone.

Qiao Yimo noticed it, and followed him out, with a low voice, "I will go back with you."

Before the man responded, she opened the door of the co-pilot and sat in.

Fu Sinian glanced at her and drove away without saying anything.

On the way, the phone that the man had on hand suddenly rang.

Qiao Yimo didn't even move his brows when he saw him driving smoothly. He didn't seem to want to answer, and hung up automatically after several dozen seconds.

But within a minute, the call came in again.

Qiao Yimo glanced at the man again, glanced at the remarks, and reached out to help him answer.

"Rong Feng, he is driving."

For this somewhat strange and familiar person, she only knew that she was a good friend of him, she didn't know everything else, and she hadn't seen many of them, but she was very impressed.

He was said to be a young man, but he couldn't see any romantic taste in his bones, as if he would never be serious, but it gave people a deep and unpredictable feeling.

"Just the two of you? Where did you go for such a big night?" The man smiled gently and slowly, his tone full of playfulness.

"Back to Bishui Yunju."

There was silence for two seconds and said: "You turn on the handsfree."

Qiao Yimo pressed the speakerphone.

Rong Feng's lazy voice spread throughout the car, "Since they are all out, don't you mind going back later?"

Fu Sinian frowned, still looking forward, and said, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm hungry. Bring your wife over to make dinner for me."

Qiao Yimo, "..."

The front light shines through the windshield, Fu Sinian's expression looks very pale, and his handsome face does not even show fluctuations, but the tone of his speech is obviously lowered, "Are you blind or disabled, and all of your men are dead? You plan to bring the meal money into the coffin too?"

The voice on the other end is always lazy, "I'm just the one that your wife made, why, not willing?"

Twenty minutes later, Fu Sinian took Qiao Yimo to Rong Feng's residence.

A face with a slight smile came into her eyes, the man

Lying on the sofa in a casual dress, slender legs casually tilted on the table, next to a bottle of red wine and half a glass of wine, the curve of the jaw outlines a casual taste.

Whether it's the luxury of the surroundings or the casual clothes of the men, there is a sense of high-class aristocracy, but the combination of the faintly hostile eyes and the lazy and evil sneer always makes Qiao Yimo's unspeakable weirdness and Sen. cool.

She was about to put the lunch box in her hand on the table, but Fu Sinian took it with one hand and didn't look at it, and she threw it in his face, and said coldly: "If you want to eat, you will eat, and if you don't eat, you will be hungry. Now."

Rong Feng caught the lunch box, looked down, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the man with a smile, "You are really getting stingy, I just want to eat the food she cooked, but I didn't eat her." "

Fu Sinian narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "She is cooking for you as Mrs. Fu. Are you going to sell kidneys or blood?"

Rong Feng glanced at him, slowly opened the lunch box, smiled wickedly, "If she wants my kidneys, will she still need you?"

Qiao Yimo, "..."

The two men talked as if she didn't exist at all.

She covered her lips and coughed slightly, looking at Rong Feng in embarrassment, "I'll go see what's in the kitchen, make something for you, and you talk."

Rong Feng didn't even look at Fu Sinian. He threw the lunch box into the trash can and said with a smile to Qiao Yimo: "Someone just came up and brought some ingredients in the refrigerator. I'll trouble you."

Qiao Yimo, "..."

Fu Sinian, "..."

Qiao Yimo turned around and went to the kitchen. Fu Sinian kicked him directly, his eyes were deep and gloomy, "You're so fucking doing nothing, what are you doing?"

Rong Feng drew out a cigarette, lit it with a pop, and held the cigarette between his thin lips, raised his eyelids and looked at him with a smile, "You obviously brought people here. What the hell does it have to do with me? You have a guilty conscience. It's so obvious."

Fu Sinian frowned and showed displeasure. He raised his foot rudely and kicked him aside and sat down by himself, his voice low and gloomy, "My business has nothing to do with her, if you dare to mess with me," I'll let you interrupt all three legs."

Rong Feng is the kind of person who seems to be very jumpy, but he can clearly distinguish everything. If he sees a point of interest, even

It's the fire pit that will get in too.

"It’s not fake to say that the indifference in your bones can kill your brothers and fathers. The woman who has been tossed by you for two years now says it has nothing to do with it. Tsk tsk, even me, an outsider, doesn’t Let's go down." Rong Fengyang leaned on the sofa and swallowed the clouds, speaking as if he was embarrassing someone, but his tone was tepid and there were no waves.

Fu Sinian tensed his handsome face and said nothing.

Rongfeng's handsome face was hidden under the smoke, with a smile, "If you think about your plans to derail your marriage, I will repeat what she said to you."

The man's dark eyes flashed for a moment, and he was silent for a while, lowered his eyes, lowly sarcastically, "Are you trying to get your feelings out of love? Are you planning to fight the injustice for her?"

"I'm not interested in other people's women, and even less in your women." Rong Feng spit out smoke, rolled his eyes, and sneered: "I don't understand it, except you have a little money and a little face. , Hypocritical and boring, why are those women so devoted to you? The one inside is, the one outside is also, I'm no fucking worse than you, why is there no such a market?"

Fu Sinian ridiculed mercilessly, "Everyone who makes you blindly look for something is not a brain."

Rong Feng, "..."

Fu Sinian looked in the direction of the kitchen, and the irony of the corners of his lips deepened a little, "You are not only blind but also kicked by a donkey? Which one of your eyes sees the one inside who is heartbroken to me?"

"Two." Rong Feng pinched out the cigarette butt, got up and took a sip from the wine glass, and said leisurely: "Otherwise, why did you think she asked you to marry you? Just because you were powerful and powerful? For two years, she Even the high-class circle of Kuo Tai has not squeezed into one, except for sleeping with you at night, who would have thought that she was Mrs. Fu?"

Fu Sinian narrowed his eyes, his tone was still light, "Between a man and a woman, there is nothing that cannot be solved by going to bed. You underestimated her patience."

Thinking of what happened in succession these few times, the pitch black under his eyes thickened a little bit.

She probably just started.

Rong Feng hooked his lips irresponsibly, too lazy to continue arguing with him.

He is not his father, so he doesn't care about his troubles, and he is even less interested in Qiao Yimo.

(End of this chapter)