"When will the dismissal documents come down? You should ask the old man."
The saint was still indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Didn't you think that if you insisted on being with Luoyang, would the old man really give you up?"
Feng Heng looked at Feng Sheng's light posture. After a few seconds of silence, he said a more sincere word.
Everyone in Feng's family wants to be the head chair of Feng's group.
After canonization, he didn't really worry about falling down one day.
"Feng Heng, although we are all Feng family and grew up together, do you know what is the biggest difference between me and you?"
Fengsheng is also rare. He suddenly wants to have an in-depth talk with fengheng.
"What?" Feng Heng raised his eyebrows slightly.
At a window in the private room on the third floor, a man was standing there, watching the holy people on the terrace on the second floor.
Feng Sheng looked at the window on the third floor casually, and then his eyes returned to Feng Heng's face again:
"The biggest difference is that you can only see feng in your eyes."
Xing Moyang is the registered permanent residence in the window on the third floor. After a seemingly casual look at the canonization, he immediately flashed sideways and hid behind the curtain.
"Dry!" Xing Moyang, who peeked but was found, gave a low curse.
Even the lights in the private room are not turned on so dark. How can the canonization find him?
The words of canonization made Feng Heng's cynical smile freeze in an instant.
"Are you full?" After Feng Sheng finished, he ignored Feng Heng and looked at Luo Yang.
"Well, I'm full." Luo Yang nodded.
"Let's go." Feng Sheng stood up and naturally stretched out his right hand to Luo Yang to hold her.
While Luo Yangyang got up, he also habitually held Feng Sheng's extended hand.
Feng Heng looked at Luo Yang and Feng Sheng, who were about to leave hand in hand. He suddenly said:
"Don't you care about Feng?"
Feng Heng's words just now seemed to be all about him, but Feng Shi didn't matter to Feng Sheng. This feeling made Feng Heng very uncomfortable.
"Care." Feng Sheng's footsteps, his sharp cold eyes looked at the branch faintly, "but he didn't care so much."
Feng Sheng didn't leave in a hurry. He and Feng Heng stared at each other.
After at least four seconds of silence
"If I don't sit in the chair of President canonization, do you think I can really get you to sit?"
Feng Sheng sneered in his heart. He didn't be the president of Feng, but Feng Yi was very idle.
"What makes you think I can't sit on it?" The peach blossom eyes of the canonization were cold in an instant.
He hates canonization most, as if no one can compare with him, and no one has his powerful arrogance.
Why is canonization so confident!
Fengsheng didn't refute fengheng. After slightly hooking the corner of his lips, he took Luo Yangyang's hand and left.
In the blink of an eye, everyone who should go left their seats.
Feng Heng looked at the back of Feng Sheng and Luo Yangyang, one big and one small, leaving hand in hand. He sniffed and didn't understand. At the same time, he was a little envious of the feelings between Feng Sheng and Luo Yangyang.
At best, Luo Yangyang is just a woman, and she is not a sexy and beautiful woman, let alone a woman who can help sanctify her career.
For canonization, is Luo Yangyang really more important than his career?
After Feng Sheng left, Feng Heng didn't leave in a hurry. He frowned and seemed to be thinking about what Feng Sheng had just said.
Just as he was about to think of some eyebrows, a pair of feet and beautiful thin legs suddenly appeared beside him.
Feng Heng looked up along these legs, and the red tight bodice skirt wrapped the concave convex sexy body.
Seeing the owner of this sexy figure, Feng Heng was slightly surprised and frowned: "Amy? What are you doing back?"
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