Chapter 1813: Feng Feng's Decision (14)

Shui Anluo retracted his hand, then lightly tapped on his chest.
"Lafayette has seen Xia Ling, and I think she is in a bad mood." Shui Anluo whispered.
"It's normal to be wrong. After all, Qi Rou's problem is that they have never faced each other. They always thought that death was the end." Chu Cuiyi said, and fell a kiss on her lips again. "What's going on today? What did Xin Le tell you?"
"Guess?" Shui Anluo said with a smile, at first he was defenseless against Xin Le.
Chu Qiyi raised her eyebrows slightly. "Looking at you like this, it seems that Xin Le has made the right choice."
"Yeah, two right choices."
"Huh?" Chu Cuiyi was curious.
"Someone did find her yesterday, but Xin Le didn't agree. One more, she and her brother divorced." Shui Anluo said, looking up at Chu Cuiyi. "This time, I really disappointed my brother. "
Chu Cuiyi is quite satisfied with this result. As for whether Mo Luyi is disappointing, it has nothing to do with himself.
Shui Anluo looked at Chu Muyi to get up, hurried up, and then helped him to get up.
After Chu Cunyi sat down, she pulled Shui Anluo on her lap and reached out and held her hand.
"Why do you doubt Janis?" Shui Anluo asked.
"It's not skeptical. It's because he has problems, but there are some things that I haven't figured out yet." Chu Cuiyi said, reaching for the table on the table and glancing, "I'm going to the company this afternoon."
Shui'anluo's face changed slightly, and she was obviously unhappy.
Chu Cuiyi reached out and touched her face. "Two meetings, I have to preside over them myself, and come back when I'm done."
Shui Anluo was displeased, but knew he couldn't stop him.
"Then I will pick you up from work this afternoon." Shui Anluo sighed.
Feng Feng used the lunch break to return home.
Qiao Ya Nguyen at home has been sitting on the sofa for a long time since returning.
Feng Feng entered the door, and then he changed his shoes and asked, "What's the point?"
"Luo Luo took away." Qiao Yaruan said, and put down the remote control in his hand.
After Feng Feng changed his shoes, he took off the watch in his hand and placed it on the shelf at the door. He slightly ripped the button on his chest, adding a bit of evil charm to him.
Feng Feng stepped forward and sat down on the coffee table opposite Qiao Yaruan.
"Isn't it a week to end?" Feng Feng said, holding her hands in both hands.
Qiao Yaruan looked up and looked at this seemingly normal man.
Is he really not concerned, or is he hiding well?
But obviously, it is the latter.
"It's over early." Qiao Yaruan said lightly.
If it hadn't ended early, how could she know that there was a person beside him that made him remember deeply.
The calmness of her voice embarrassed the atmosphere.
Feng Feng's deep eyes had a little light, but this light was always on Qiao Yaruan's body.
"I rejected her as my assistant." Feng Feng said suddenly.
He said this with his head down.
Low, as if helpless.
Qiao Yaruan's hands shook slightly. "But you can't deny that you can't calm yourself down when you see her."
Feng Feng looked up, let go of Qiao Yaruan's hands, and then stood up with his back to Qiao Yaruan, but his undulating shoulders showed his uneasy mood at this time.