"Mr. Feng is very interested in other people's affairs, right? But when we go on business trips, we need to keep it confidential."
Jian Qian told him very politely.
It's like a stranger.
Feng Ying stopped talking, but made a silent note in his heart.
Keep it secret from the outside world.
outside.
Everyone was a bit too gossipy, except for those around Zhuo Jian, who pinched their brows.
Su Bai saw it and asked with concern: "Yan Ye, do you have a headache?"
Headache?
Everyone's attention immediately shifted.
Fu Yanye responded dully: "It's just a simple cold."
"Caught a cold?"
Su Bai looked very surprised.
Although Fu Yanye was still pinching his brow, his head no longer hurt so much.
very good.
Everyone can imagine as much as they want.
"But didn't A-Jian come to visit last night?"
Zhong Mai suddenly questioned.
Everyone's imagination was immediately pulled back.
Just like a raging fire being mercilessly doused by a basin of water.
Zhuo Jian was a little confused because the topic was obviously with Feng Ying and Jian Qian just now, so why did it suddenly come to her?
Several people returned to the city on Monday morning and drove away separately.
When Zhuo Jian was looking for Jian Qian, as soon as he saw Jian Qian coming down, Fu Yanye put his arm around his shoulders and said, "I have something to tell you, get in the car first."
"What are you talking about, I..."
"Let's talk about it after we get in the car. It's very important."
Fu Yanye took her to the car.
Zhuo Jian was a little worried and whispered: "Did you ask the bodyguard to follow Qianqian?"
"Um."
He agreed and kept her close to him.
Zhuo Jian kept looking out the car window. She seemed to see Jian Qian followed by Feng Ying. When she was nervous, she suddenly smelled a familiar perfume and looked up...
"Send Miss Jane a ride."
Feng Ying stopped Jian Qian and made a polite suggestion.
Jian Qian looked at him doubtfully, "Isn't it necessary?"
"Miss Jian, you'd better get in the car. Maybe you can get something unexpected?"
"..."
Jian Qian was afraid that there would be no unexpected gain but an unexpected shock.
But the bodyguards suddenly disappeared.
She was invited to the car by Feng Ying, but she sat in the back.
Feng Yingxiao said: "Do you believe that I have been a driver before?"
Jian Qian raised her eyes curiously. He didn't look like the driver.
Feng Ying turned to look at her, "Would you consider coming to the front? This is excellent material for me."
Jian Qian happened to be looking for material recently, so after thinking about it, she agreed.
"I'll pull over first."
"No, if you don't mind."
"Um?"
Jian Qian had already taken off her shoes and threw them in front, then got through from behind.
Feng Ying: "..."
Jian Qian was not embarrassed, but she thought, wouldn't this be much more convenient?
She quickly fastened her seat belt and turned to look at him, "Okay, Mr. Feng can continue talking."
Feng Ying felt as if he had returned to that year, his most thrilling year.
It was not easy to make a living in the Feng family. At that time, he felt that he was more pitiful and humble than a watchdog, but...
One day, a little girl appeared at the door of his shabby house.
Well, that little girl was even more pitiful than him, she was skinny, as if she was malnourished or sick.
Those old things were almost forgotten by him.
That night, he had memories of her crying again, and he accidentally saw the red birthmark under her hair on the back of her neck when the two of them were bathing together.
Feng Ying turned to look at her and suddenly said: "Miss Jian lived in Fengcheng before, right?"