Han Ningmeng hurriedly swallowed the food in her mouth, raised her head, and said seriously: "I have something to ask you for help. I know that I went too far that day and didn't save you face, but you survived it too.
A portion, isn’t it?”
"Huh? I went too far? Where did I go too far?" Fu Haoran raised his eyebrows.
"You keep saying that I am your woman. Besides, I have nothing to do with you at all. Don't you think it is excessive for you to denigrate me like this? Besides, I am not your woman at all. Who am I with?
It seems like it's none of your business, are you taking too much care?" Han Ningmeng analyzed calmly.
After listening to Han Ningmeng's analysis, Fu Haoran felt that Han Ningmeng's analysis was actually correct. However, no matter what, the words Han Ningmeng said really hurt Fu Haoran!
It made Fu Haoran feel a little sad. It made him lose face, made headlines, and had to deal with his parents. It really caused him a lot of trouble.
In fact, none of these are important. What is important to him is the hurtful words Han Ningmeng said to him.
"So what do you mean, am I wrong?" Fu Haoran slowly put down his chopsticks, raised his head, and looked at Han Ningmeng with a serious face.
Han Ningmeng pursed her lips gently and hurriedly waved her hands: "No, no, I didn't mean that. I definitely didn't mean that. You're thinking too much!"
"Then...what do you mean?" Fu Haoran asked with an expressionless face, slightly raising his eyes and looking at Han Ningmeng.
"In short... it's my fault, it's my fault!" Han Ningmeng was very reluctant, but there was nothing she could do.
"That's not what you said just now!" Fu Haoran was still reluctant.
"I said it wrong just now, I said it wrong!" Han Ningmeng said flatteringly with a smile on her face.
"Hmph..." Fu Haoran snorted coldly.
Han Ningmeng looked at Fu Haoran's cold face, a little worried and worried!
Swallowing his saliva, he looked at Fu Haoran with fluttering long eyelashes: "Actually, I came here today to ask you to let Jiang Wenshao go!"
"Ha..." After hearing this, Fu Haoran felt cold in his heart and couldn't help but sneer, with a sad tone in his cold smile.
"I know that if I tell you, you will definitely be angry, so I didn't dare to say it just now!" Han Ningmeng lowered her head, with a look of fear on her face!
"Haha... It's quite honest!" Fu Haoran smiled coldly.
"I know you don't like him!" Han Ningmeng lowered her head and said softly.
"No, I hate him!" Fu Haoran's cold voice contained a vague murderous intent.
"I know, I know...so...I..." Han Ningmeng rubbed her hands vigorously, not knowing what to do. She had never felt that her mouth was so stupid.
"You know that you still come to beg me for him?" Fu Haoran frowned tightly, releasing endless coldness between his eyebrows.
"I...but, I...I am also desperate!" Han Ningmeng really had no choice. If there were other ways, she really didn't want to come to him.
"Haha...you only think of me when you are desperate!" Fu Haoran said sarcastically.
"I..." Han Ningmeng lowered her head, not daring to look at Fu Haoran, let alone speak. She didn't speak for a while.
It was very quiet in the box, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.