Feng Xiaoxiao hurriedly put her hands behind her back so that Song Feixue couldn't see it! This was what she was thinking about Nie Zheng...
Nie Zheng didn’t even see it, and no one was allowed to see it!
"oh."
Song Feixue's hands dropped and her smile became fiercer.
"No matter what this is, I just want to ask...do you want face?"
Feng Xiaoxiao was startled and his eyes widened in shock.
"Humph." Song Feixue curled her lips and smiled coldly.
"If I were you, I would know how to quit and still keep some dignity for myself. Don't end up losing yourself in the end. The pity for you is yourself."
After saying that, he turned around and went in.
Feng Xiaoxiao stood blankly, and suddenly found that Song Feixue was also holding a bag in her hand.
Huh? What's in it? Could it be that she is also here to give Nie Zheng afternoon tea?
Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered that Song Feixue once said that her cooking skills were very good. As long as she had time, she would cook it herself... and cook it for someone.
Who this person is...it's self-evident.
Feng Xiaoxiao's heartbeat quickened. She once asked Nie Zheng if the food made by Song Feixue was delicious? However, Nie Zheng never answered her directly!
Logically speaking, she should leave now.
But, she didn't.
By some strange coincidence, Feng Xiaoxiao pushed the door open and walked in.
President's office.
Nie Zheng had just finished a meeting and was taking a break.
"Zheng, are you tired?" Song Feixue smiled and opened the bag she brought.
"Just in time, have something to eat. I asked someone to bring the coffee beans you like from South Africa. They taste very pure. I also put a lot of thought into some snacks."
Nie Zheng frowned slightly, he actually didn't like sweets.
When I saw the table full of snacks, I immediately thought that Xiaoxiao liked these the most.
"Azheng?" Song Feixue raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. "What are you thinking about? You are lost in thought. Are you tired?"
"Yeah. A little bit." Nie Zheng nodded.
"Here."
Song Feixue picked up a small snack and brought it to his mouth, "Try it and replenish some energy."
Nie Zheng hesitated for a moment, then took it and ate it.
"How is it? Is it delicious?"
Song Feixue looked forward to it and handed the coffee to him smoothly, "You like black coffee, I didn't add anything else."
"good……"
Nie Zheng nodded, but he was thinking about something in his mind.
Outside the door, Liao Qingming saw Feng Xiaoxiao, "Madam..."
"Shh!"
Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly raised her hand, gestured towards him, and shook her head repeatedly.
"Oh." Liao Qingming nodded and lowered his voice, "Madam, why are you here? Does Mr. Nie know?"
She shouldn't have come in. Why did she come in? Maybe it was God's will. God's will was to make her give up!
That's why she really saw Song Feixue and Nie Zheng together.
They look intimate and natural...
Song Feixue fed him with her own hands...
Strangely, although she had never seen these things with her own eyes before, she knew them all. But why was she so sad now?
Liao Qingming was also a little at a loss, "Madam, I'll go in and tell Mr. Nie..."
"No need!" Feng Xiaoxiao shook her head hurriedly, smiling awkwardly, "I...I'm leaving now."
In fact, Liao Qingming did not dare to go in because he knew very well that Song Feixue was inside. After what happened last time, Liao Qingming was not sure who Mr. Nie had in mind...
Therefore, he really didn't dare to act rashly.
"Then I'm leaving."
Feng Xiaoxiao smiled coquettishly, "By the way, don't tell Nie Zheng that I've been here, please."
"Yes, ma'am."
Liao Qingming nodded. He sympathized with Feng Xiaoxiao, so he could agree to her small request.
After leaving the company, Feng Xiaoxiao did not return to Jinyuan.
She held the bag and walked aimlessly on the streets of Anseong from afternoon to evening.
From evening to nightfall.
Finally, I found a coffee shop and sat blankly, watching the flow of people outside the window.
The chair opposite was pulled out and someone sat down.
Qi Junyan stared at Feng Xiaoxiao, what happened to her? There was no response for a long time. Qi Junyan had no choice but to raise his hand and knock on the table in front of her.
"Feng Xiaoxiao."
"Um?"
Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly came back to his senses, looking confused, not understanding why Qi Junyan was here.
"Why are you here alone?" Qi Junyan asked.
"Oh..." Feng Xiaoxiao smiled, "Yes, why am I here alone..."
Her behavior was similar to talking to herself. She really didn't know why she was here.
Seeing her confused look, Qi Junyan frowned.
They have been dating for many years, and of course he knows her well enough. Every time when something sad happens to Xiaoxiao, she will be like now, distraught and unaware of what she has done.
Qi Junyan thought for a moment and asked, "What happened?"
Feng Xiaoxiao smiled and shook her head, "No."
Qi Junyan didn't say anything, didn't he? But, Xiaoxiao... you know? You smiled very reluctantly, almost as if you were crying.
"Uh, I want to go home."
Feng Xiaoxiao panicked and stood up to leave.
But he was caught by Qi Junyan, "Xiaoxiao...he's not good to you, isn't he?"
"!"
Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and her eyes turned red.
She shook her head, no, no... it was precisely because he was so good to her that she became like this and made herself so sad!
As for the agreed marriage, Nie Zheng had nothing to do with her. It was her who failed to guard her heart, thought too much, and had extravagant hopes.
"Xiao Xiao..."
"that."
Feng Xiaoxiao smiled and sat down again. She didn't want to tell him about this.
She brought the bag to the table and took out the thermos bucket inside, "Do you want some soup? Just have a bowl, okay? I cooked this with my own hands."
Qi Junyan frowned, can Xiaoxiao still make soup?
The Feng Xiaoxiao he was dating was a wealthy lady who never touched Yang Chun Shui. Even a bowl of instant noodles had to be delivered to her by Qi Junyan.
Therefore, this soup was made for Nie Zheng.
Qi Junyan felt bitter in his heart, but he still nodded, "Yes."
"Hehe." Feng Xiaoxiao laughed, "Then I'll pour you a bowl. Be sure to evaluate it well."
She carefully poured a bowl and brought it to Qi Junyan.
"Well, it's not hot anymore, don't worry."
After all, it has been there for so long.
"Um."
Qi Junyan picked up the bowl and tasted it in small sips, his expression slightly changing.
"How is it?" Feng Xiaoxiao looked expectant, but also nervous, "Why don't you say anything? Is it... unpleasant to drink?"
Qi Junyan didn't speak because he was too surprised.
How could he have thought that after not seeing each other for a few years, Xiaoxiao would be able to make soup?
"Um?"
Feng Xiaoxiao was confused and moved the bowl in front of her. She muttered, "Doesn't it taste good? It's strange, it shouldn't be..."
Qi Junyan pointed to the soup and said, "Try it yourself."
"Um."
Feng Xiaoxiao lowered his head, took a few sips from the bowl.
He suddenly looked up and his eyes widened. "Eh...it's not bad."
"Um."
Qi Junyan nodded, with a serious expression, "It's not that it's not bad, it's that it's very good."
"You..." Feng Xiaoxiao was startled and suddenly slapped the table.