Seeing Feng Haotian's attitude, Wen Jingruo couldn't help it anymore. She subconsciously clenched her fists and said, "Feng Haotian, tell me, what is the relationship between you and her?"
What’s the relationship?”
Wen Jingruo couldn't stand Feng Haotian's attitude. She really couldn't stand it. What did Feng Haotian mean?
Are you not going to explain it to her at all?
Feng Haotian frowned, glanced at Wen Jingruo with cold eyes, and said, "Why, don't you know everything, and you still come to ask me?"
Wen Jingruo was not afraid of the look in Feng Haotian's eyes. On the contrary, she seemed to be going crazy. She subconsciously grabbed Feng Haotian's arm and said, "How could you be like this? How could you?
You clearly know that she is Feng Chengjun’s girlfriend and the person Feng Chengjun likes..."
How could it be like this? Feng Haotian, he couldn't find any woman to be a surrogate, he couldn't find anyone, but why should he look for Feng Chengjun's woman, why should he look for An Jing?
Chapter 47 Is she the surrogate woman? (7)
Why that little bitch?
Feng Haotian said coldly, "Didn't you ask me to find a woman as a surrogate at the beginning?"
Feng Haotian looked at Wen Jingruo in front of him and frowned. What did this woman mean? She came over to question him?
It's really quite ridiculous.
This woman is really ridiculous. Didn't she ask him to find a surrogate woman?
It's good now. Is it really ridiculous to come over and question him?
When Wen Jingruo heard this, she seemed to be petrified. She was stunned. She raised her eyes, looked at Feng Haotian, then looked at the silence inside, and then looked at Feng Haotian and said word by word.
: "The woman who carried the surrogate mother is really her?"
Wen Jingruo gritted her teeth with hatred when she thought it was Jing Jing, that bitch, damn bitch, why did it have to be him?
When Feng Haotian heard this, he glanced coldly and said coldly: "Otherwise, who do you think you are?"
This woman has such a big opinion against Anjing?
Wen Jingruo went crazy subconsciously, as if she was nervous. She asked like a shrew: "Why, why is it her? We are about to get engaged, why is it her?"