After saying goodbye to Mo Yingqi in a hurry, Su Hanyan hurried out of the hotel door. Sure enough, a black Rolls-Royce was parked there, and the license plate number was the one on the phone.
The doorman came over and opened the car door for her, and she said thank you and got in.
"Hello, Miss Su!" The driver turned around and greeted her politely, then started the car.
"Where is your family, Mr. Feng?" Su Hanyan asked.
"Mr. Feng said, please ask Miss Su to wait for him."
The car drove away from the hotel gate, circled around, and returned to the hotel's underground parking lot. Su Hanyan was very puzzled, but after thinking about asking her to wait, she took out her mobile phone and played a game.
Time passed by, and Feng Yan did not show up. She gradually seemed a little impatient. In the meantime, He Zhiyong called her to ask her about the blind date. Because of her irritation, she just gave a brief reply that was inappropriate and hung up the phone.
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"Excuse me, when will your Mr. Feng come over?" She held the phone and her expression changed slightly. She could have called Feng Yan, but she didn't want him to think she was in a hurry, so she endured it again and again.
The driver seemed to have been instructed in advance. He just laughed and said nothing else.
Su Hanyan didn't expect that she had been waiting in the car until dinner time and still hadn't seen Feng Yan. The anger burning in her heart almost ignited her blood.
That man was playing tricks just because he was rich. If she had known this, she should have communicated with that Mo Yingqi again, maybe he would have readily agreed to the fake marriage.
Once you get the money, you can return it to Feng Yan, lest he always appear in front of her with overwhelming momentum and make her bored.
At eight o'clock in the evening, when Su Hanyan was so hungry that her stomach growled, the driver answered the phone and then started the car again.
Half an hour later, when the wind on the top floor of the six-star hotel made her arms cold, she looked at the man sitting at the dining table and dining elegantly, and she felt like strangling him.
"Miss Su," Jiang Rui came over and made a respectful gesture, "Please come this way, Master Yan is waiting for you."
Su Hanyan gave him an angry look, who is waiting for whom?
The high heels stepped on the green lawn on the roof of the building as if they were stepping on soft cotton. As soon as she walked to the dining table, her body tilted and she almost fell.
Feng Yan continued to cut the veal steak on the plate as if he hadn't noticed.
There were no extra chairs in front of the dining table, and not far away was the hotel's senior chef who was cooking on site. The aroma of gourmet food floating in the night breeze made Su Hanyan's stomach growl unsatisfactorily.
"What's the sound?" Feng Yan raised his eyes, and his probing eyes seemed to penetrate her weak body that was trembling in the wind.
Su Hanyan felt goosebumps on her body and subconsciously crossed her arms. The man in front of her did not come over to put a warm coat on her like the elegant and noble gentlemen in the movies or on TV.
, but regarded her as a transparent person.
"Are you hungry?" Feng Yan asked.
The waiter served the food and took away the unfinished veal steak.
Su Hanyan originally didn't want to pay attention to this annoying man who looked even more arrogant than her, but the current situation was really a bit desperate.
"I'm not made of iron, of course I will be hungry." When she spoke, her tongue was a little tangled. Is this person crazy? The spring night wind is cold, why did she come to such a high place to have dinner?