Chapter 2877

Feng Jin couldn't answer old Feng's question.

He picked his hair impatiently, sat on the sofa, hoarse voice to Feng Lao Dao: "grandfather, you don't force me again!"

Old Feng stood up and looked at him for a while, then he took back his eyes and said coldly: "take advantage of this period of time, you give me a good think, in this marriage, what you want in the end, can't come out, I think you don't need to continue to live with Huarong any more!"

Fengjin is not happy to listen to these, but also dare not disobey the old Feng, lowered his head, did not speak.

Feng old hate iron not steel to see him for a while, cold hum a, leaning on crutches upstairs to rest.

On the sofa, Feng Jin sat there alone.

Everybody's gone.

To be honest, he is still a little bit muddled now.

I just feel that as soon as Huarong appears, he is bombarded with explosive news one after another.

He collapsed on the sofa, his eyes empty, looking at the ceiling a little confused.

What will happen to him and Huarong?

But at least, he didn't want a divorce.

It was a firm thing in his heart.

*

although Huarong is going to divorce, she doesn't intend to make a big deal of it, and only old Feng is informed.

She is planning to wait for Feng old to finish Fengjin, two people take divorce certificate, return to each home, and then tell their own family.

In fact, this is also very willful and reckless, but as long as Fengjin goes out of the house and she takes a large amount of money home, the people of the flower family are not likely to care too much about it.

It just didn't occur to me that the damned guy didn't want to leave.

To be honest, Huarong doesn't know what Fengjin means. They don't want to get married, they don't want to leave when they get divorced. They don't know what they are thinking, and they don't understand.

If it was in the past, seeing that he didn't want to divorce, she might have been amorous, thinking that the man was still a little distracted from himself, and she was reluctant to leave.

Now she naturally can not have such a look, feel Fengjin to her what soft mind.

He chilled her completely.

……

Since she was going to give the house to Fengjin, Huarong didn't want to go back any more. She called Yan Chuxi and asked him to go to the villa to take back her clothes and daily necessities.

Although it's not worth a few dollars, it's disgusting to leave it for other women.

Yan Chuxi came back in defeat.

He told her that Fengjin was not allowed to be taken away by him. If he wanted to, he would ask her to go back and get it.

This guy is really getting more and more temperamental.

Huarong sneered and thought, who gave his face?

"No, then." She said to Yan Chuxi, "the second-hand goods I used will be given to whoever he likes." At this point, she sneered again, "maybe I've been out for three months, a woman has already used it." It's disgusting to think about it.

She has always had a strong desire for possession of people and things. Even if her own things are lost, they will not be used by people who don't like them.

Only to Feng Jin is a unique exception, he repeatedly challenged her bottom line, she tolerated.

The man, however, took her forbearance as her right.

It's just unbearable.

She asked Yan Chuxi, "do I look cheap?"

Yan Chuxi did not speak, just looked at her quietly with a pair of long dark eyes.

"People are bullying you. You have no choice but to hide from him." Huarong said to herself, "I haven't been so cowardly."

Yan Chuxi sighed, "the branch meeting will start in an hour. We have to rush there now."

Huarong drooped his eyes, took a deep breath, and then lifted his chin vigorously: "go."

She can't waste her time on Feng Jin.

Or sooner or later he will be angry.

*

after waiting for three days, she didn't come back to clean up.

Feng Jin couldn't bear to call Yan Chuxi, and Yan Chuxi answered him, "Miss said, I don't want those things. I want you to help her lose them."

Feng Jin was so angry that she didn't come up. "Those things are new and lost?"

"Lost."

Feng Jin couldn't help thinking, what does Huarong want?

It's not that I haven't quarreled with her before, but every time he softens up, Huarong won't care about it any more.

This time, she made it clear that she wanted to be cruel to him.

He did know that he was wrong and was too modest with Huarong. Besides, he didn't know what else to remedy.

The air in Tongcheng is not as good as that in Liangcheng. Fenglao can't stay here for a long time. After staying for a few days, he went back.

Fengjin lived alone in an empty villa, which was not a taste.Space, empty a little lonely.

With his eyes open until dawn, he sat up from his bed and made up his mind to see the face of the flower.

These days, his mind is full of her name, now to see her, unexpectedly feel a little relaxed.

He got out of bed to brush his teeth and wash his face. He ate breakfast again and went to Huarong's villa to find her.

The guard told him that Huarong went to work in the company, and he turned to the branch of Huajia in Tongcheng.

The young lady at the front desk didn't know his uncle and didn't go up to him. He called Huarong, but Huarong didn't answer.

Feng Jin had no idea, so she had to wait in the car.

From noon until work, Fengjin woke up in a daze, and there was a lot of noise around him. He opened his eyes and saw that Huarong in professional clothes was surrounded by employees and came out of the company.

She looked the same as when she left, except that her hair was tied up high and her neck was slender and delicate, and she was very energetic.

Professional dress highlights her figure very well, let her look soft and slender waist, gray black cloth foil her skin delicate white, very eye-catching in the crowd.

Feng Jin saw beauty in her ordinary dress.

He attributed it to more than three months of dissatisfaction with his desires.

She did not find him, in yanchuxi traction on the car.

As soon as Yan Chuxi's car opened, Feng Jin's car also followed.

"Miss." Yan Chuxi looked at the rearview mirror and said to Huarong, "Mr. Feng is in the back."

Huarong opened his eyes and glanced at the rear window. He saw the black Lincoln of Fengjin.

She pinched her eyebrows and asked a little tired, "what do you think he wants to do now?"

"Would you like to invite the eldest lady to dinner?"

Huarong smell speech, gently sneer a, "do I look so good flicker?"

Yan Chuxi asked, "do you want me to stop?"

Huarong closed her eyes again, and her voice was a little cold and tired: "don't pay attention to him. Let's go home. "

Fengjin is not sure whether Huarong and Huarong have found him.

But a car following them for such a long time, with Yan Chuxi's vigilance, should you find out?

In a word, along the way, I didn't see any sign of stopping. I drove back to Huarong's villa.