At the sight of the electric display, the anger on his face immediately dissipated and turned into excitement.
Without delay for a second, she quickly connected.
"Owen, are you off work? I'm fine now, let's eat together."
Gao Yafei has always been like this.
Miss Qian Jin is used to it, and her style of speaking is very domineering.
One sentence is a full stop, the one you can’t let the other party choose.
The voice on the phone was as melancholy and light as ever, "Just after get off work, I am waiting for you in the restaurant we often go to."
"it is good."
Gao Yafei responded happily.
She hung up the phone and hurriedly went to dress up. The previous killer failure and Mo Luan's "intimidation" were all forgotten by her.
The style of this restaurant is upscale and elegant.
Lyrical music makes people feel the nobility of the palace, and those who come in will be infected by this atmosphere.
Reserved and elegant, reserved and confident.
"Owen."
Gao Yafei saw the thin and melancholy figure on the sofa at a glance.
She walked over and sat across from him, "Owen, have you ordered?"
"not yet."
She beckoned to the waiter to order the meal.
Talk to the person opposite happily: "Owen, I didn't expect you to ask me."
When she said this, her mouth fell flat, "You haven't asked me for a long time."
Gao Yafei has learned from her life, and now she will not complain and get angry at every turn.
She will show weakness and pretend to be an aggrieved weak, so that the other party feels pity and pity.
Owen is so affectionate, and she is like his sister, she doesn't believe that she will be indifferent.
Mo Qianliu's slender eyelashes moved, and he said, "What happened to the Nawei River that night?"
Gao Yafei was taken aback, "Didn't I tell you, it's the thief who takes revenge on me."
Mo Qianliu looked at her for a long while, his expression couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, "To be honest."
Gao Yafei was habitually angry to refute, but was stopped by reason in time.
"Really, do you believe what that person said, don't believe me?"
Mo Qianliu; "That boy doesn't look like a person who can tell lies."
"He doesn't look like it, am I like it?"
Mo Qianliu glanced at her, did not answer, but asked another sentence: "Did you still do something?"
Gao Yafei squeezed her hands, "Owen, what's the matter with you? I don't care about that, why did you mention it again? Still so aggressive."
She took a deep breath, "Don't forget, the victim is me, and the person who is so insulted by them is me, look at it."
She stretched out her wrist wrapped in gauze, "My hands still can't use force, even if I eat food, it's very difficult. Why have you never cared about it."
While speaking, she sobbed aggrievedly.
She suddenly remembered the gaze that Irving looked into the restaurant before leaving yesterday--
Did he see her phoenix eyes?
impossible!
Gao Yafei immediately dispelled this speculation, and she saw Owen's every move.
He didn't see the face of the woman.
Although denied in her heart, Gao Yafei's heart was still trembling slightly.
She looked up at the person opposite, observing his expression calmly.
But I found nothing.
He glanced across his wrist, and the grievances in his heart came out instantly.
Even if she raised her wrist to his eyes, he still didn't feel distressed at all.
Mo Qianliu said: "Yafee, your temperament has to be changed, or something will happen sooner or later."
"What's wrong with my temper?" She habitually retorted, "Am I not humble enough in front of you?"