Cen Yunong finished his meal, wiped his mouth, and was enjoying the fragrant Singapore white coffee from his coffee cup. When he looked up, he saw that his brother was lost in thought again.
"What are you thinking about? Falling in love with spring?" She smiled slyly, moved closer to Zhou Ziqiao, and carefully studied the expression on his face, "Hey, brother, don't you really fall in love with any girl?"
Zhou Ziqiao did not avoid her question this time. Instead, he looked directly into her narrow gaze, smiled gently, and looked at her softly: "Yes, I have fallen in love with a certain girl."
Cen Yunong's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a slight pain spreading from her heart. She shook her head, trying to shake the slight pain away.
"What's wrong?" The change in her expression couldn't escape Zhou Ziqiao's eyes. Seeing her shaking her head, he couldn't help but ask with concern, "What's wrong, you have a headache?"
Cen Yunong took a deep breath, avoiding Zhou Ziqiao's big hand that stretched out to touch her forehead, and smiled unnaturally: "But, maybe the coffee is too fragrant! It's getting late, I have to get ready to go to work."
"I'll take you there." Zhou Ziqiao stood up and said.
Cen Yunong doesn't know how to drive. She has been too busy recently and hasn't learned to get a driver's license, so she simply hasn't bought a car. Feng Xianrong used to take her there, otherwise she could just take a taxi.
It's just that it's only around eight o'clock in the morning, and there aren't many taxis in the wealthy area. If you can't get one, it won't be good if you're late.
So Cen Yunong nodded: "Then being respectful is worse than obeying orders!"
Although I haven't worn professional attire for a long time, Cen Yunong still has the temperament of a big woman and a professional woman in her heart.
So when Cen Yunong put on the Valentino black suit that Zhou Ziqiao had customized for her, she immediately transformed from a pretty and lively little woman into a calm, steady and capable woman.
Reaching out to secure the last strand of hair with a black hairpin, Cen Yunong turned to face the slender woman in the mirror with a calm expression, and took a deep breath: "Come on, Cen Yunong!"
After coming downstairs, Zhou Ziqiao's eyes lit up and he saw an appreciative smile on his lips, waiting at the top of the stairs: "This noble lady, may I serve you?"
Cen Yunong smiled, walked down the stairs slowly, put her delicate jade hand on the back of his hand, and lightly opened her red lips: "sure~"
"It's my honor!" Zhou Ziqiao smiled and took Cen Yunong outside to the limousine with a complicated mood.
So fast!
How long does it take to grow from a little girl to a professional woman?
Everyone's answer is different, just as there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers.
But in Zhou Ziqiao's view, it only takes a moment.
It seems like yesterday.
Just like at this moment, before he felt anything, the car had already arrived at the gate of Genting Eagle.
Look at the time, it's exactly 8:50. The time is just right, not late, but also relatively leisurely.
"Xiao Nong, we're here." Zhou Ziqiao turned to Cen Yunong and smiled, but found that her body had stiffened and she was staring in a certain direction, unable to move.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Ziqiao followed her gaze and saw Feng Xiangrong standing over there, looking at them coldly.
"He?" Although Zhou Ziqiao doesn't like Feng Xianrong very much, but because Xiao Nong cares about him, he is not that annoying.
"Brother, wait for me." Cen Yunong frowned, pushed the door open and got out of the car.
My heart is filled with despair. Early summer has passed, and it is already the season of hot summer. Although it is only nine o'clock in the morning, the sun is still shining brightly, which makes people feel a little nervous.
Cen Yunong stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead: Although it was only a few steps, I don't know why, but it was so difficult to walk at this moment.
Feng Xianrong was standing there, his body tall and erect, unable to be blown by the wind, like a lifeless statue, beautiful but without a soul.
The women who were coming and going couldn't help but cast their eyes on this man who was three points more beautiful than the women. Even the men passing by were involuntarily attracted by the evil beauty of his body and turned back to look at him frequently.
Cen Yunong used to like to look at Feng Xianrong, his delicate and picturesque features, and his unique beauty and charm.
But not today, not now!
At this moment, she pretended to be calm and composed on the surface, but she was beating a little drum in her heart.
Dressed like this, in such professional attire, she arrived at the door of Genting Eagle. Unless Feng Xianrong was a fool, anyone would guess her intention.
What's more, Feng Xiangrong is very smart. So, the feeling of being caught red-handed is really not a good one.
What's more, they agreed last night that they would elope abroad together today and never come back again!
But now, I am wearing a Chanel professional suit and rushing to work radiantly - no matter how I look at it, I look like an ungrateful "Chen Shimei".
Therefore, Cen Yunong felt extremely guilty and broke into a cold sweat.
When there were still a few steps left, Cen Yunong stood there and did not dare to move. She stopped and ordered herself not to be cowardly or flinch. She used her remaining courage to support her neck and make her posture look strong enough.
Confidence and aura.
But when Feng Xianrong opened her mouth to say a word, all her remaining courage disappeared in a flash.
"I've been waiting for you all night, why don't you come?" Feng Xiangrong asked quietly.
The sound was not loud, but it struck Cen Yunong's already uneasy heart like a spring thunder.
"Where were you waiting for me all night?" she asked stammering, as if she didn't understand what Feng Xianrong was talking about.
A sneer flashed between Feng Xianrong's eyebrows. He raised his eyes and looked at Cen Yunong coldly. The cold light in his eyes seemed to be able to split her into thousands of pieces.
"Don't you look at your phone?" Feng Xiangrong said coldly, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light.
"I..." Cen was speechless, but he didn't dare to nod and admit.
Her cell phone, let her think about it, it seemed like she hadn't looked at her cell phone since last night. She felt upset when she saw her cell phone, so she threw it in a corner and ignored it.
Moreover, she doesn’t seem to have her mobile phone with her now...
So she really had no idea what text messages Feng Xianrong allegedly sent and what phone calls she made.
Knowing that she was in the wrong, she dared not raise her head to look into Feng Xianrong's eyes. When Feng Xianrong saw her expression, he immediately understood.
"You didn't look at it at all, right?" Feng Xiangrong asked softly, but his fists were quietly clenched at his sides.
Cen Yunong knew that she could not deny her, so she simply stopped denying her. After being together for such a long time, Feng Xianrong understood her even better than she did herself.
"I was upset last night, so I didn't look at my phone at all." Cen Yunong said softly.
"Really?" Feng Xianrong sneered, walked up to Cen Yunong in a few steps, and leaned over to look at her. His phoenix eyes that usually flashed with a seductive smile were now filled with frost.
"Yes, yes!" Cen Yunong clenched her hands into fists and quietly placed them behind her. Although her knuckles turned white, she was completely unaware of it.