Chapter 825

Wang Junye nodded to Tang Jingfeng, expressionless, "I just want to knock on the door."

"Well, if you eavesdrop, you'll eavesdrop. It's so grand!" Tang Jinfeng turned to Ning Wan and smiled happily. "Ning Wan and I are going to get married. If we can't find the best man, we have to work hard for assistant Wang."

Wang Junye's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips tightened tightly, as if he was trying to suppress something.

Tang Jingfeng smiled happily, like revenge, slapped Wang Junye on the shoulder, snorted and strode out.

Wang Junye stood at the door for a long time, took a deep breath and walked into the office.

"Vice President Ning really promised to marry him?" Wang Junye approached the desk step by step, with imperceptible excitement in his words.

Ning Wan didn't take it seriously at all. He stared at the computer screen. "What's the matter with this contract later? How did it come back? "

Pa -

Wang Junye's big hand reached over and buttoned up the laptop.

"What's the matter?" Ning Wan looks at Wang Junye blankly. She saw this man for the first time.

Wang Junye took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress something. "If you want to marry someone, I hope you can marry Fu ting."

"Are you kidding? I have divorced him. "

"Divorce agreement"

Ning Wan's whole person trembled and suddenly looked up. "Do you know the contents of the divorce agreement?" No way, she always put the divorce agreement in the hidden spot of the car, no one will know!

"I helped you find something that day. I saw it by accident."

What day happened? Ning Wan can't remember, "I don't care how you see it, as if you don't see it!"

"I'll listen to Vice President Ning, as if I don't see it," Wang Junye paused and said slowly in a deep voice, "I understand the position of children in your heart and that you still love..."

"Shut up!" Ning Wan suddenly looked at Wang Junye as if he were crazy. "There is a kind of cultivation, which is not more than a moment! You're just my assistant, do you hear me? "

Wang Junye's eyes with the hot light, tightly watching Ning Wan, for a while, he suddenly turned his back to go, "yes, I know."

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In the evening, Ning Wan and Tang Jingfeng have dinner and go to the cinema together.

The movie theater is dark. On the screen are the popular love films of Xiaosheng. Most people are fascinated by them. Ning Wan looks at the screen with her eyes, and her thoughts have already flown.

After Wang Junye left this morning, she sat in her chair and thought for a long time. Is he too excited? Shouldn't you treat a colleague and friend who treats you sincerely?

In the afternoon, when Wang Junye came to report his work, he kept his head down. When he had to look at Ning Wan, his eyes were dead and there was no temperature.

After thinking about Wang Junye for a while, Ning Wan saw Fu ting in her mind. Looking at the screen, the man in the film turned into Fu Ting's face, which surprised her.

"What's the matter with you?" Tang Jinfeng's hand reached out and gently grasped Ning Wan's hand.

Ning Wan calmly pulls out, "I'm ok."

In the dark, Tang Jingfeng pursed his lips, stretched his arms around Ning Wan's back, "honey, I'll finish watching the movie later..."

"Take your hands off me."

"Ah --" Tang Jingfeng suddenly had a pain and cried out, "it hurts!"

Ning Wan sneers and slowly draws out his hand.

After a while, the people around Ning Wan changed. When the movie screen is dark, a man's cold voice rings, "is the movie good?"

The man's voice is sexy and hoarse, which makes Ning Wan excited. She immediately looked over and saw the perfect side face of a man.

It's just this side face, which is hundreds of times better than the red meat on the computer screen.

He still had a high fever yesterday. How are you today? Rather Wan suppress the excitement in the heart, the voice is very low, "how are you here?"

"Now that I'm poor, I only have time to spend watching movies." Fu Ting said it lightly. It seems that the bankrupt is not himself, but an unimportant friend.

At this time, Ning Wan's heart can't help tightening.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Tang Jinfeng is gone. In the dark cinema, Ning Wan pressed his lips tightly and looked at Fu Ting, who was close at hand.

"Why don't you talk? Pity me? "

Ning Wan licked his lips and thought about how to answer him.

"Cough -" Fu Ting covered his mouth and stopped coughing for a while, making a light voice. "Don't pity me, I'm fine, but the house with our memories will be sold."

"How can you sell a house?"

"Fengshi left me a small company with less than 100 people and a serious loss. If you want to run a good company, you must sell the house and prepare for the running capital."

Is this really the case? Ning Wan holds on to her clothes.Fu Ting leaned slightly, lying on Ning Wan's side and whispered, "why don't you talk? Do you love me? "

Ning Wan's face just faded red again, eager to refute, "who will love you?" Suddenly, she thought of the house full of ancient utensils. "I think someone is crying for poverty on purpose. Don't worry, I'm not song Siqin. I don't want to divide your poor property! "

"Oh? How do you know... "

Ning Wan didn't want to mention song Siqin and interrupted him, "there are so many treasures in that house, you can sell a few of them to make the company rise and fall back..." When the earlobe was hot, Ning Wan covered his ears and blushed, "you What are you doing? "

Fu Ting sat right, coughed again, and said lightly, "that house is not mine."

"Who can believe it?" Ning Wan covers his face and feels that the heat on his body can't go away. He just went too far!

"Ha ha..." Fu Ting whispered with a smile, "it doesn't matter if you don't believe it. The real estate certificate says he Shaolin's name."

Ning Wan was shocked. "How could it be?" He Shaolin's family is rich. It can be said that he Shaolin is the second generation of the rich. But that house and the things in it are worth a lot, but

"It was a parting gift from his grandfather." Fu Ting looked at the screen of the movie, and his voice was deliberately lowered. "His grandfather loved collecting antiques and toys in his lifetime. He spent his whole life collecting things in that room. Before he left three years ago, he gave it to Shaolin. "

Can you believe Fu Ting's words? Ning Wan has reservations about it.

"What do you think of knowing that the house is not mine?" In the dark, the corners of Fu Ting's mouth were raised, revealing a playful smile.

Ning Wan turned slightly away from Fu ting. "It's nothing to do with me!"

Fu Ting gave a low laugh. "Also, we have divorced. Although I'm not like a street mouse now, there are too many people who want to trouble me. Look, I'm gone."

Ning Wan watched his figure closely and saw his cat go out through the narrow corridor with its waist.

Her heart is like being pinched in her hand. It hurts her body and suffocates her breath.

After a while, she picked up the bag and hurried after it.

There are many people in the cinema hall. They get together in twos and threes, but Fu Ting is not there.