While driving, Meng Chuan couldn't help but observe Feng Ning from the rearview mirror. His fair face was buried in the light blue blanket, his eyes were closed, and his slender eyelashes drooped slightly, projecting a shadow on his eyelids. He looked serious and serious when he was talking, but after falling asleep, he was as ignorant as a child. The ultimate two-sidedness appeared on one person at the same time. Meng Chuan came to his senses and found that he was staring at Feng Ning's sleeping face in a daze.

He immediately turned his head and adjusted his restless heart in a panic, but he still couldn't calm down.

According to the original plan, he should pack his luggage and get in the taxi home. Everything now seems to be in a dream, very unreal. He never thought that Feng Ning would believe him.

After all, her anger and doubt just now were not fake. Meng Chuan rarely saw her getting so angry, but she didn't expect that she would stay.

As soon as the matter came out, he basically had no hope of debut. It was a good situation to leave, and he might have to compensate the company for the losses. Everyone around him sentenced him to death, and it would be fine if he whispered behind his back and discussed it, but he would also rush up to mock him in front of him.

"Mengchuan, when Mr. Feng returns to the company, you can wait for the bedding to leave."

He knew he had been sentenced to death, but he hoped that time would be longer, but he didn't expect that Feng Ning, who should have shot him the last shot, threw away the gun and said to him: "I believe in you."

That was the warmth he had never experienced in his past twenty years of life.

Meng Chuan thought silently in his heart that perhaps some things had changed before they knew it, but they were as slow as them, and no one noticed it.

When Feng Ning woke up, she just arrived at her destination. She stretched her waist and her cheeks were bleak with redness because she had been buried in the blanket for a long time. She took out a mirror and a comb from her bag and quickly sorted out her messy hair. When her eyes tilted, she saw the person in the driver's seat who was secretly looking at her.

The look of wanting to see but not daring to see made her inexplicably interesting. She chuckled, put on a mask and opened the door and got out of the car.

This is a commercial street in City B, but it is not in the central area, so the control is not so strict, with mixed people and shops. This is the first time Feng Ning has come here. She frowned and surrounded the surrounding environment. Meng Chuan stood beside her and looked a little uneasy, looking like she wanted to speak but stopped.

"Do you want to ask me why I am here?"

Meng Chuan nodded.

All the thoughts were written on her face. Feng Ning shook her head helplessly. She was still too young, but this was good. She was more obedient, so she liked to be obedient.

Feng Ning did not answer, but raised his hand and looked at the watch on his hand. Meng Chuan noticed with sharp eyes that it was a niche brand of women's watch. He happened to learn about this brand recently, but he didn't expect that Feng Ning would like it.

She didn't know what Meng Chuan was thinking, but just looked at the time. At 17:28 pm, there were two minutes left, and the two of them stood on the side of the road for a few minutes.

When the last point was 30, the sound of the motorcycle roaring came from far and near. After stepping on the last second, the motorcycle stopped in front of them.

A casual black sportswear outlined a tall and upright figure. The man gently got off the motorcycle, turned to face them, and showed a sly smile: "Isn't it very punctual?"

Seeing that she should be in her twenties, her facial features are handsome and her sharp lines. Even when she is smiling at the moment, she is stern and stern, and her whole body reveals a mysterious temperament. Meng Chuan looked at the man in confusion a few times, and her thoughts changed again and again: Could it be Feng Ning's new trick...

The company does not have this type of artist, and objectively speaking, he is not inferior to himself. Meng Chuan turned his head uncomfortable, but saw Feng Ning also smile at the man. The two of them looked very familiar.

"Officer Lu took the time to help me in his busy schedule. How dare I make any requests? You can't ride this at work? Why do you still know the law and break the law?"

Lu Chen raised his eyebrows, lit up his mobile phone interface, and said lightly: "I'm off work, it's private time now." He said that, and handed Feng Ning a bottle of water.

His eyes turned to Meng Chuan, who was still stunned next to him, and asked, "Who is this, your new boyfriend? He is quite young."

"Cough--" Feng Ning had not drunk a sip of water, but he started coughing violently because of this sentence. Meng Chuan was about to come over but was taken first by Lu Chen. He patted Feng Ning's back and muttered: "Don't be so anxious. I won't say anything. Everyone knows that Mr. Feng likes young boys the most. No one is always a young boy, but there are always a young boy."

He nodded solemnly and said, "I understand."
Chapter completed!