Chapter 45

Marriott Hotel is in the most prosperous area of Nanshi, and changcong's home is in the northernmost part of Nanshi, which is about an hour's drive.

Fenglao and xiaoconghua keep talking with changcong. Changcong patiently chats with them. Fengting Mo is silent all the time and looks at his mobile phone attentively.

In the entertainment section of Nanshi's newspaper, Gao Leng's president is partial to Cinderella. The picture is a picture of him and Chang Cong pulling shallot flowers, as well as the cuddle at the door of the hotel.

Don't stare at the photos on your mobile phone. It's very good. It's a side photo, especially the one with shallot flowers. It's a good feeling that life is so quiet and time is quiet.

For a long time, Feng Ting Mo fingers out three words: deal with.

"Miss Chang, Xiao Conghua likes you so much that she often goes home when she has time." Feng Lao looked at the shallot flowers and often porridge play happy, invited way.

"Well?" Often porridge porridge is a Leng first, perfunctory oh.

Go to his house as a guest. I think I have a long life. Don't let Feng Ting die.

"That's great. I love porridge best."

Feng Lao and Chang Cong look at each other and smile. This little drama is so exaggerated all day long.

"Miss Chang, what are you usually busy with?"

"It's nothing. My mother is in poor health. Most of the time I work and take care of my mother."

"What a sensible child."

Chang porridge modest smile, do not intend to continue to chat, this old letter all the way to her home almost asked all over.

"Miss Chang, I just heard you say that amo forced you to resign. What's the matter?"

"Nothing, misunderstanding."

Old Feng doesn't believe it. What's the misunderstanding between her and Feng Tingmo?

"Miss Chang, your mother is in poor health. Why don't you stay in Nanshi and go to Tianhai to find a job?"

Often porridge smile, no words.

Why? It's not because of your overbearing son. Who knows what he smokes.

"Because of AMO?"

Chang Cong didn't admit it or deny it. Feng Lao knew it.

It's Feng Tingmo.

Xiao Conghua looked out of the window and suddenly yelled, "it seems to be coming."

"Yes, xiaoconghua, you're great. You'll remember when you've been here once."

Xiao Conghua raised his head high and pouted his mouth with pride: "that's right."

Feng's favorite doodle doodle small onion pout up small mouth: "then how do you know congee sister live here?"

Feng Ting Mo Wen Yan, also looked back at the shallot flower.

"Well, that..." Xiao Conghua's big dark eyes looked at Chang Cong and Feng Tingmo, and finally turned to Feng Lao: "it's a secret."

Old Feng said with a smile, "what's the secret, sister Cong told you?"

With that, Feng Tingmo glanced directly at Chang Cong. She was so surprised that she felt that his eyes were murderous.

"I didn't, didn't I?"

Chang Cong and Xiao Conghua denied it at the same time.

"It doesn't matter, Miss Chang. It doesn't matter if you tell me."

"Fenglao, I didn't tell you, and xiaoconghua didn't ask me." Chang porridge quickly explained.

"That's strange. Who else knows your address?"

Chang Cong shakes his head and suddenly turns to Feng Tingmo. Does he know that?

See often porridge see oneself, seal court Mo disdain of way: "boring."

If Feng Tingmo told Xiao Conghua, would he still have to look for it so long in the afternoon?

However, who else knows his home address, even the door number.

"Xiaoconghua, good, tell auntie."

"This is a secret, porridge sister, can't tell others..." xiaoconghua said solemnly.

Chang Cong still wanted to ask, but the car suddenly stopped. When she got home, she had to stop asking.

"Here I am. Goodbye."

See often congee get off, Xiao Conghua quickly asked: "congee sister, do you go to kindergarten tomorrow?"

"Xiao Conghua, my aunt has resigned."

"No, Baba, you promised xiaoconghua."

Xiao Conghua cried.

"Miss Chang, let's go back to the kindergarten. My parents are here, not far away."

Speaking of her parents, Chang Cong is a little sad. She doesn't want to be closer to her mother.

Looking at Chang Cong's expression, Feng was more convinced that Feng Tingmo must have done something wrong.

"Amo..."

Feng Ting Mo got out of the car, closed the door on the old side of Feng, and stood opposite Chang Cong: "go to work."

"In your opinion, I have resigned."

"Go back."

"No way."

Chang gruei refused, took out his wallet from his backpack, took out 300 yuan, and handed it to Feng Tingmo: "although you are not short of money, I don't want to owe you anything. This is the fare. We will never see you again."

"Not enough."

"It's not enough. I've given it more than 200 yuan for a taxi."

Feng Tingmo asked faintly, "what kind of car do you want to take?"

"Taxi."

"What taxi?"

"Taxi running on the street, see, there is one."

Fengting Mo stretched out his hand to pat the car beside him: "Bugatti Veron."

Chang Cong second understand, his car high grade, good, recognize plant: "then how much do you want?"

"Back to kindergarten."

"How much is it?" he repeated

"Fifty thousand."

"Feng Tingmo, you take advantage of the fire."

"Thirty million."

Chang Cong is going to explode. Who likes to ride in your 30 million old car? You forced me to go up.

"Hoo." Chang Cong took a long breath, adjusted his breathing, and suppressed the impulse to strangle him.

"If you want money, take it for your life."

"Important people."

Often porridge a Leng, don't believe of looking at Feng Ting Mo, important person?

By example?

It can't be true?

"Stupid, go back to kindergarten."

Often gruel gruel stubborn temper also came up, "I don't want to."

"Oh?"

"In France, if I remember correctly, you still owe me a favor. Don't blame me for your unkindness. I'll pay you a hundred thousand yuan."

Chang Cong, looking at Feng Tingmo with pride, plays a rogue. Who can't.

As soon as Chang Cong's voice fell, Feng Tingmo turned to open the door and took out a pen and a check from the car. With a swish of the pen, he gave Chang Cong a check of 100000 yuan.

Looking at Feng Tingmo with a muddled face, Chang Cong is silly, and this kind of operation?

Take a check with you?

"No, I, I didn't mean that..."

Porridge panic don't know how to do, she is actually with Fengting don't raise a quarrel, can really don't want money, save xiaoconghua, she is willing, said, the check back to him.

Fengting did not take it, looking at her joking mouth: "a taxi fee."

"Here you are."

"Cash, no checks."

"Feng Tingmo, did you mean it?"

"Well?"

"What do you want?"

"Back to kindergarten."

"Well, you're tough." Often gruel gas of helpless, check plug his hand, clench teeth cut of go.