Chapter 711

I don't know why, Gao Xing feels that Wen Hanzhang seems unhappy.

Didn't you feel very happy just now?

If she doesn't have to count the money, she can't count it.

Sipping her lips, Gao Xing stood up and said in a low voice, "well, brother Hanzhang, I'll go first, I won't disturb you."

Wen Hanzhang didn't speak. He turned his back slightly to Gao Xing.

Gao Xing blinked his eyes. He felt a little bored.

She walked to the door. As soon as she grasped the handle, she put a hand out of her head and pressed it on the door panel.

Gao Xing looked at the arm, swallowed and dared not move.

"Han, Han Zhangge? Anything else? "

Hearing Hanzhang's small face and voice, he said, "Gao Xing, do you feel bad about the money you owe me? Isn't it acceptable at all? "

"Well, it's always hard to be in debt, isn't it?"

Half ring, smell Hanzhang hold her shoulder, let her turn to face themselves.

Gao Xing bowed his head and did not dare to lift it up.

All of a sudden, terrible, this strange atmosphere.

Wen Hanzhang was always as gentle as jade in front of her.

"Gao Xing, do you remember what I told you last time?"

What was the last time?

It's not a confession, is it?

Gao Xing didn't dare to talk.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Wen Hanzhang said to herself, "Gao Xing, I like you. What can I do for you makes me happy. I know you're hesitating. You don't like me. But sometimes, don't refuse my kindness too much, OK? Even as a friend's good intentions

"I, I that, I..."

"Is that ok?"

"Ah? Oh, yes, yes. "

"Well." Smiling, he rubbed Gao Xing's hair and said, "go ahead."

Gao Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not look up, "well, brother Hanzhang, I, I left."

Wen Hanzhang put his hand over and opened the door for her

Gao Xing ran away like a runaway.

Closed the door, he turned to look at the money on the table, eyes dark down.

Back in the canteen, Gao xingcai completely relaxed.

Jiang Shan came up to her and asked her in a low voice, "did you return it?"

She nodded.

"What's the matter? How can you return the money like this? "

"Shanshan, brother Hanzhang..." Shaking her head, she said, "forget it, it's OK."

"Strange, come on, let's get to work."

"Well, I see."

At 2 p.m., they have dinner.

Uncle Feng "don't talk to Xiao Bao. Ah Chen and I want to see him." Mo West dye said.

Pei Li nodded and took out her mobile phone, "OK, OK, don't say, you sit fast, sit fast. Poetry, make tea. "

"Good."

Pei Li goes inside to make a phone call. When she hears Junshi coming to make tea, moxiran holds her hand and looks at her with a smile. "Don't be busy. Come and sit down."

Wen Junshi is sitting beside Mo Xiran, drooping his eyes and smiling quietly.

She is like a fresh lily, which is pleasing to the eye.

Think of what, Mo West dye slightly frown, "poetry, you and small bag, how are you recently?"

Wen Junshi thinks that Zhou Yao hasn't talked to Mo Xiran about them yet. He is thinking about how to open his mouth. Pei Li comes back.

"Jingyu and Hanzhang will be back soon. Let's eat at home. I'll prepare."

"Pei Li, don't worry, don't worry." Mo Xiran said, patting Wen Junshi on the back of his hand, "Shishi, this child, has not seen you for so long, it's still so good."

"Whatever's good, just look at it." Pei Li said with a smile.

"Why not? My daughter-in-law, I look good. "

Mo West dye words fall, smell Jun poem and Pei Li is a Zheng.

She didn't react, but Zhou Yanchen's Phoenix eyes sank a little.

Embracing Mo Xi Ran's shoulder, he whispered, "don't you mean tired?"

"Ah?" Mo West dye don't know what happened, doubt of looking at him.

Pei Li said, "let's go to the guest room to have a rest. It happens that Shi Shi and I are preparing dinner."

After entering the guest room, moxiran said unhappily, "ah Chen, what do you mean? When do I say I'm tired? I want to talk to Shishi for a while

Zhou Yanchen sighed and hugged his wife. "Maybe things are not what you think."

"Well?" In a daze, she took Zhou Yanchen's arm and said, "ah Chen, do you mean poems and small bags?"

"Poetry does not say, after we have seen Xiaobao, we will know."

"What does Xiao Bao think? Poetry such a good girl, where can say to give up to give up

Zhou Yanchen did not speak, pinching the tip of Moxican's nose."What are you doing?" Mo West dye cheek tiny red, light beat him, "all how old, still like this."

Zhou Yanchen's smile is still so beautiful.

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