But, strangely, when she walked out of Kun Ci's mansion, she found that she did not want to leave Kun Ci.
As a result, she did not rush to the Clauren residence, but wandered around the airport with her luggage, thinking about any missing details in Kun Ci’s daily life. Good beginning and end is her work principle, although she Just Kun Ci's assistant did not allow himself to be sloppy.
She didn't buy a plane ticket because she remembered that Kun Ci still had a shirt that she didn't get from the tailor.
The mysterious tailor Muta is old and has a weird temperament. He doesn't like to deliver to the door, and the other assistants are also fired because of Feinan's departure, so... She has to pick up the shirt herself.
But what does she care about Kun Ci's shirt? Even if he doesn't get it, Mta will call Kun Ci.
So, just like that, Feinan hesitated on the airport chair where she was sitting, not knowing where to go.
She fiddled with her phone, and finally couldn't help calling Millie.
Millie has always been good at self-healing, and she doesn't need any comfort from her. She just responded to Feinan and said, "I'm fine, don't worry."
"Sister, do you really think that the throne can give Cheers what he wants?" Feinan stared blankly at the blue sky outside the French windows of the airport, filled with sorrow. "Maybe all he wants is an ordinary harmonious home."
"I don't know what the throne can give Cheers, but I'm sure the wolf clan can't do without Cheers! Don't worry about my business, just stay with your Kunci."
"Li, this may be the only chance for you and Cheers to be together! And... I have already left Kun Ci!"
"What? You left Kunci? Why? You want to return to Sieg? I just made a joke to Chelsea. Do you have to be so nervous? If you are fighting for the position of Wolf King for Sieg, Then there is no need!" Millie finished speaking, and hung up the phone furiously.
"Hey, Li... Li, you misunderstood! Hey..." Feinan sullenly pressed her forehead.
A man's voice came from his side, "Finan, so you are here." There is a bit of domineering in the classical and vigorous baritone.
This too familiar sound made her whole body stiff, and the movement of turning her head slightly became extremely difficult, but she still had to turn her head to determine if it was him.
What catches her eyes is the luxurious beige trousers and elegant purple shirt. His exquisite figure looks like a British gentleman who walked down from a fashion magazine. With that handsome and determined face, he is the heart of all women. Prince Charming is the most painful scar in her heart.
"Sig?!"
"Thank God, you still remember my name!" Sieg came up, dragged her into her arms and hugged her tightly, "Finan, shall we start again?"
She raised her hand, like before, wrapped around his waist, but found that this was not the feeling she wanted, it was not love, nor was it disgust, the hollowness in her body like drug addiction came from when they used to indulge love, he fed her The blood she drank, there was a strong traction in that blood, forcing her to leave Kun Ci.
"Huh? Start again? How did you say this? Have you forgotten your harm to me? When you loved my sister and killed my sister, did you ever think about today?" She grumbled After speaking, alienation pushed him away, "If you see me again by this means, you will be dead!"
Sieg grabbed her wrist to prevent her from escaping, and grabbed her luggage first, "follow me."
Snap—Finan slapped him on the face, "Let go!" She wanted to break free of his hand, but because of the strong reaction force, she squatted on the ground.
Sieg came forward and dragged her up again. She kicked him fiercely, "Let go of me, let me go... Bastard! You let me go!"
The entanglement between the two people attracted the airport security, "Miss, do you need help?"
"A woman with a husband doesn't need a security guard." Kun Ci's voice came not far from behind the security guard, "My wife, if you leave home without saying a word, it's easy to be taken advantage of by ill-intentioned people!"
He took advantage of Sieg’s shock and stunned, snatched Feinan’s luggage from his hand, and took her people into his arms to declare his ownership, “When he loses his temper, he will run away from home. It's not a good habit. I believe that mother-in-law will not take in a spoilt daughter like you."
The security guards are well-informed. This very obvious love triangle is already very complicated. Look, the husband and lover are there, so it's better not to intervene.
Sieg raised his lips contemptuously, and sat down on the chair, "Finan, I know, I'm sorry, but... Do you really want to go with Kun Ci?" There was a bit of suspicion in his tone, which sounded like , But more like a threat.
Feinan originally didn't want to follow, but Kun Ci’s wife had already called out, "I will go home with my husband." She clasped Kun Ci’s hand, but her other hand hit Kun Ci’s abdomen inexplicably...
The world is a lesson, but she didn't want to fight Kun Ci at all.
"Finan—you..." Kun Ci narrowed his eyebrows, "what do you want?"
"I'm sorry, Kun Ci, I didn't mean it." Feinan didn't say the next sentence, but her fist was inexplicably raised again and struck Kun Ci's handsome face, although she could feel how heavy the blow was. , But couldn't hold his fist at all.
No matter how Kun Ci thought she would make a second shot, she was beaten unsuspectingly.
"Kun Ci, I really didn't mean it, my hands don't listen to me!"
Kun Ci gritted his teeth in resentment, he hates people hitting him in the face most, "Finan, what did I do to make you so dubious?! What do you think? If you hate me, if you hate me, you can just say to me. …"
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