"Where is Feng Jue? I'll look for him."

Ning Qianqian didn't want to talk nonsense and spoke coldly.

"Ajue, he is taking a shower~"

Xu Qingyuan's voice slightly flicked, bringing out a shy smile.

The next second, the sound on the opposite side became noisy, as if Xu Qingyuan had turned on the hands-free.

The sound of water from the shower was washed away by Ning Qianqian's ears.

Even though she thought she could bear it, she still felt the bone-bone cold and the coldness of her heart.

"Whose phone number?"

Feng Jue's voice floated from afar, a little blurred and inexplicably gentle.

Ning Qianqian suddenly did not dare to face Feng Jue in this kind of scene.

He is taking a shower...

Is it that something has happened to Xu Qingyuan, or is it ready to...

Ning Qianqian suddenly cut off her thoughts and hung up the phone.

She edited a message and notified Feng Jue to go back to Feng's house for lunch tomorrow.

Then he cleanly deleted Feng Jue's communication account and blocked his mobile phone number.

...

On the other side, Xu Qingyuan's apartment.

Feng Jue walked out of the bathroom, his shirt was almost soaked, tightly pressing against his strong body.

His hair was slightly wet and his ink pupils were deep.

It is obviously extremely cold, but it is also fascinatingly sexy.

Xu Qingyuan was filled with deer in her heart, and she blushed and handed over a clean towel.

"The showerhead has been repaired." Feng Jue lowered his head to wipe the water marks on his body.

Xu Qingyuan looked at Feng Jue's muscle lines close to her shirt and couldn't help but sigh that this man was really charming as always.

We must keep Feng Jue here today! Thinking of the previous few times, Feng Jue left in a hurry, and neither of us had the chance to keep warm.

"I'll ask my aunt to buy you a men's clothing. You have to change the wet clothes, otherwise you'll be careful of a cold."

As he said that, Xu Qingyuan stretched out her hands shyly and wanted to unbutton Feng Jue's chest, but Feng Jue took a step back and avoided before he touched it.

"No."

Feng Jue coldly interrupted Xu Qingyuan's movements and reached out to her, "Where is my phone?"

Xu Qingyuan's face froze, picked up the cell phone on the table and put it in his hand, "Sorry, I saw Qianqian's phone just now and thought there was something urgent, so I answered it first..."

Feng Jue said "hmm" casually and hurriedly left the apartment.

When he went downstairs, he quickly replied to Ning Qianqian's message, "I understand. I'll go back to the hospital to accompany you now."

However, when he drove out of the parking lot, he had not received a reply from Ning Qianqian.

Feng Jue's eyelids twitched, and he had a bad premonition.

He lit up his phone and found that the system prompted him that the news was rejected by Ning Qianqian - his account was blocked.

Feng Jue immediately called Ning Qianqian.

The phone was blocked.

Feng Jue's face darkened, as cold as ice.

At this moment, Song Cheng called and the sound came out through the car audio. "Mr. Feng, are you sure you want to refuse a meeting with Su Group? This is the most important project cooperation this quarter..."

Feng Jue looked at the interface on his phone that prompted that it had been blocked, thinking about it.

The hospital was close to me, but the Rolls-Royce Phantom turned around and headed straight to the Feng Group.

...

The next day, Ning Qianqian arrived at Feng'an early.

Mr. Feng smiled so hard that he couldn't close his eyes when he saw her and pulled her to ask about her well-being.

Ning Qianqian only picked up interesting stories to share. The two had a great time talking, and the atmosphere was as harmonious as that of their relatives and grandchildren.

It was not until the meal time was approaching that the title of title came late.

"Grandpa, I'm here."

The man was wearing an iron-gray haute couture suit, returning to his perfect appearance as usual, and his eyes were shrouded at Ning Qianqian.

Ning Qianqian remembered the phone call that Xu Qingyuan answered yesterday, and turned her eyes away coldly and ignored it.

Mr. Feng snorted and blamed him: "What are you doing here? Qianqian came to accompany me early in the morning. You don't need it here."

"Don't you miss us?"

Feng Jue knew Mr. Feng's arrogant nature and responded without changing his expression.

"Stop giving on my face. I just want to be Qianqian and let you do it by the way."

Mr. Feng stomped his crutches, and the more he spoke, he became more and more angry: "How could you know that you are so arrogant and come to eat at a time. Do you plan to leave after eating and treat me as a restaurant?"

Ning Qianqian glanced at Feng Jue, who was calm and composed, afraid that he would say something annoying, so she quickly grabbed Mr. Feng's hand and advised softly: "Grandpa, don't be angry. He is just too busy with work and didn't arrive late on purpose."

Mr. Feng followed the ladder handed by Ning Qianqian, but he couldn't help but talk, "Then why didn't he explain himself, and he insisted on you to speak."

"Don't you understand him yet? He is cold-hearted, doesn't like to talk, and is even less good at explaining, and has not inherited your conversation at all."

Ning Qian bent her eyes slightly, and her sweet smile was very contagious.

Feng Jue looked at her without blinking, unable to move his eyes away.
Chapter completed!