Feng Xiaoxiao's cell phone was almost full of calls from Liao Qingming, but she didn't answer it even once.
This is something she would never dare to do before, but now, what is she afraid of? There are less than four months left, and the marriage by agreement is over.
This marriage is neither easy to get together nor easy to break up.
Where is Feng Xiaoxiao at this moment?
She is at the airport, waiting to be picked up.
The airport exit was crowded with people.
Feng Xiaoxiao held a sign in her hand, and Weng Qiange came out of the long corridor. When he saw her looking so stupid, he was angry and funny.
"you really……"
Weng Qiange laughed and knocked the sign from her hand.
"Do you want to be so exaggerated?"
"Hehe." Feng Xiaoxiao laughed.
"Is this an exaggeration? I've seen it in TV shows, and I've wanted to do it again for a long time. Little Pigeon, I gave it to you for my first time."
Weng Qiange rolled his eyes at her, "Don't talk nonsense, it's not me, I don't have it."
"whispering sound……"
Feng Xiaoxiao curled her lips, "It's really not romantic."
The two of them walked out while talking.
Feng Xiaoxiao drove a car today, and she drove the maid car in the Jinyuan garage. Because this car is the least conspicuous.
Mr. Nie's car often cost more than ten million, but she didn't dare to drive it.
Weng Qiange is Feng Xiaoxiao’s little sister who she has played with since childhood. How good are the two of them?
For a time, even the dates of menstrual holidays were the same.
Therefore, when Feng Xiaoxiao ran away from home, she was often scolded by Weng Qiange.
Now in Haicheng, the only one who knows Feng Xiaoxiao's whereabouts is Weng Qiange.
Like Feng Xiaoxiao, Weng Qiange comes from a famous family. Unlike Feng Xiaoxiao, Weng Qiange has been a top student since childhood.
Weng Qiange started skipping grades in elementary school and completed college at the age of 16.
Even though she is only 23 years old, she is already a well-known architectural designer. This time, she came here because she took on a project in Anseong.
"Hey." Weng Qiange pointed to Feng Xiaoxiao's cell phone, "It keeps vibrating, can't you hear it?"
"I heard it." Feng Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow, not caring, "Don't worry about him."
Weng Qiange narrowed his eyes, "Mr. Nie?"
"Ha..." Feng Xiaoxiao laughed, "Well, how can Mr. Nie have time to talk to me? I'm his assistant to the general manager."
"So, you..." Weng Qiange frowned.
"Well, the divorce will be divorced in more than three months." Feng Xiaoxiao said easily.
However, Weng Qiange knew that she was not relaxed.
The proud first lady of Haicheng back then suddenly had something like this happen to her. She got married in a flash marriage and had a child in a confused way.
I don't have a certain amount of endurance, and I really can't get through it.
As a friend, there is really only so much she can do to help.
Weng Qiange brushed the tail of her hair and said, "Xiaoxiao, have you ever thought about taking a paternity test?"
"Um?"
Feng Xiaoxiao shuddered and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
He smiled dryly: "Haha, that's not necessary."
"But, it's also possible that it's Nie Zheng's child."
Weng Qiange analyzed rationally, "You only had one night with that man. According to the probability, it is more likely that it is Nie Zheng."
"Then there's no need to do it."
Feng Xiaoxiao raised her lips, "Little Pigeon, don't you know? Mr. Nie doesn't love me, and Miss Song is the only one."
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking about competing for the spot in "Qing Huan Du" this time.
"Big fish and little fish are my fish and have nothing to do with others."
Feng Xiaoxiao grinned with deep dimples.
"You."
Weng Qiange shook his head, knowing that he couldn't persuade her, so he gave up. The best friend cares about, rather than interferes with, the other person's life.