Back to the apartment, warm turn on the lights, staring at the refined decoration of the apartment, feeling inexplicably lost.
My mind is full of bits and pieces of getting along with Jiang Lingfeng during this period of time.
He helped himself check the murderer, help himself find a house and a vocal music teacher, and his care and care for himself was like a continuous drizzle, moistening things silently and imperceptibly infiltrating into his heart.
Suddenly I feel a little deserved.
Obviously, the object of Xinyi before was not him, but he pulled his mind by his intervention day after day, but he still wanted to keep a distance from him.
She told herself again and again that she didn't like him.
She forgot that he was also a charming man. I don't know how many women outside wanted to climb into his bed.
But what about her?
Is this arrogance based on favor?
Look, if they don't get their own response, they may go to their next home.
And the woman just now is not ordinary.
Her name is an Xueyan. She is a famous music producer.
She divorced her childhood sweetheart husband not long ago and is now returning home for development.
That is an elegant and beautiful talented woman, who has made great achievements and reputation in the music industry.
She and Jiang Lingfeng look familiar. What is their relationship?
Will Jiang Lingfeng find his next home?
If so, what should she do?
Should we strive or accomplish it?
Just as warm and cranky, the mobile phone rang.
Warm shook his head, took out his mobile phone and took a look. He couldn't help pursing his lips.
It's Jiang Lingfeng's call.
Why call her at this time?
Doesn't he want to accompany an Xueyan?
After connecting the phone, Jiang Lingfeng's deep voice came from the current.
"Warm, just came to the bar to sing?"
That's the question?
With a warm sound, he sat on the sofa and held the pillow in his arms.
"Where are you now?"
"I'm home."
"Do you still come out?"
Go to the bar again?
Is she going to see an Xueyan?
Warm and don't want to move, "No. I want to rest early and go to Professor Du's training tomorrow."
Although closed training is no longer needed, routine training cannot be stopped.
She should keep learning and keep herself in good shape.
"OK."
Jiang Lingfeng didn't force, so he hung up the phone.
Warm opened his mouth, looked at the hung up phone, vomited, and put his head on the pillow in his hand.
Didn't you mention an Xueyan to her?
Are you unwilling to mention it or disdain to mention it?
In the bar, Jiang Lingfeng hung up the phone and hooked his lips.
"Who are you waiting for, Ling Feng?"
An Xueyan walked up to Jiang Lingfeng in high heels, and her long, seaweed like millet hair was gathered to one side, which was very charming.
Jiang Lingfeng said, "I'm on the phone with my girlfriend."
girl friend?
The smile on an Xueyan's face was stiff, but it was soon covered up.
"You have a girlfriend? Which daughter is it? Why don't you call out and get to know everyone?"
"Next time."
Jiang Lingfeng put his mobile phone into his pocket and strode forward.
An Xueyan's eyes twinkled and quickly followed up.
In the VIP room, there were a group of men and women, most of whom were men, who were good friends of an Xueyan before.
"Xueyan, I haven't seen you for many years. Do you miss you, man? Tonight, we'll be like before. We won't go back until we get drunk."
A handsome young man of a rich family holds an Xueyan's shoulder and is intimately ready to take someone to his position.