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Chapter 912

"Qingqing..." Song Muyang's voice was dry.

Feng Qing felt a little dazed listening to Song Muyang's voice.

It had been a long time since she heard such a low and soft tone.

After a moment, she laughed and looked at Song Muyang: "Don't call me so disgusting, do I know you?"

Song Muyang had a lump in his throat and was speechless. His eyes fell on Feng Qing's purple wrist inadvertently.

His body suddenly stiffened and became a little sluggish.

That's what he did...

Jian Chu took the phone back, glanced at the voice message sent by Feng Yichen, looked up, and lost patience in his eyes.

"Mr. Song, are you willing to admit defeat?"

Song Muyang was slightly stunned, looked at Jian Chu, and became more and more ashamed: "What do you want?"

"Don't appear in front of Feng Qing again, do you understand?"

Song Muyang didn't expect Jian Chu to make such a request, so he stared at her in astonishment and frowned.

I wanted to say something, but found that I didn't seem qualified to say anything.

He opened his mouth and swallowed whatever words came to his lips.

Han Qianqian stood aside, as if she was ignored by everyone. Looking at Song Muyang's reaction, she was completely panicked.

"Brother Muyang..."

Listening to the woman's soft, somewhat pitiful voice, Song Muyang's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Looking sideways at Han Qianqian, she gritted her teeth and was obviously very angry.

He felt guilty for Feng Qing, but after all, he had been sincere to Han Qianqian for such a long time.

But she actually played tricks on him?

"Xiaran, I'm sorry for disturbing your birthday. I'm leaving first."

After Song Muyang finished speaking, he turned around and strode away.

Today, he has lost all his dignity.

When Han Qianqian saw this, she quickly chased after him.

Now that things have happened, she has offended so many people, Song Muyang, she must be steady.

This farce can be considered complete.

Feng Qing watched the two people leave, a hint of loneliness flashed across her eyes, but it disappeared in just a moment.

She took a glass of champagne from the tray in the waiter's hand and drank it in one gulp.

Jian Chu glanced at her and said in a calm voice: "There are degrees of champagne, so drink less."

Feng Qing twitched her lips when she heard this: "Thank you."

Jian Chu said nothing.

Xia Ran was very interested: "Jian Chu, I really didn't expect you to come to my birthday. Come and cut the cake with me later."

Jian Chu looked at her excited look and felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry about what happened today."

Although it was not her fault, it was indeed because of her that Xia Ran's birthday turned out like this.

Xia Ran didn't care at all and waved her hand: "It's quite interesting. I have never had such an interesting birthday. Besides, it's my turn to say sorry. You are a guest and I, the host, have made you suffer so much."

, just don’t be angry.”

Jian Chu looked at Xia Ran and asked, "Why didn't I realize that this girl was so easy to talk to before?"

"Forget it about cutting the cake. You are the protagonist today. Don't keep them waiting. Besides, I have to appease my boyfriend."

Jian Chu said, shaking the phone in his hand.

Xia Ran understood: "Then I won't disturb you anymore. I'll come find you later."

After saying that, she turned around to find her friends.

After all, she didn't have any orders to compete with Mr. Feng Sanye.

Jian Chu didn't really come to the party in the first place. She hadn't heard several of Feng Yichen's messages yet, so she turned around and walked to the corner to send WeChat messages to Feng Yichen.
Chapter completed!
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