Huo Jingchen's Micro blog was just finished, and the whole micro blog was once again boiling, with a surge of comments, which soon became a hot search.
[wocao, what is the plot? ]
[is it Huo Shao who has been dumped? Little sister is just as expected! ]
[ah ah Is the feeling of heartache, HOHO is my There is no grass in the end of the world. Look at me and then look at me. ]
[stolen number? ]
[God reverses, I want to ask whether the face of those black men hurts before? ]
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Zhao Siqing took a taxi to the hotel after changing her dress and making up.
She arrived a little earlier at five o'clock in the annual meeting.
Zhao Siqing was going to eat something to fill her stomach, but as soon as he entered the meeting hall, he was acutely aware that many eyes fell on her.
Women talk about it in twos and threes, as if it's a secret.
Zhao Siqing didn't respond very much, thinking that it should be because of the micro blog he posted today.
In fact, she regretted after microblogging.
It's not regret breaking up with Huo Jingchen, but regret making such a big deal.
Well, she admitted that she actually regretted saying goodbye.
Thinking about the message Huo Jingchen sent later, Zhao Siqing lost his mind and didn't know what he was doing.
"Drink less." Li Feihuan's voice sounded on his side.
Zhao Siqing looks around and sees Li Feihuan in a white suit and black trousers. His face is light, but not coquettish.
Yuan Yuan stood by his leg and tiptoed to get the cakes on the long table.
"How is your injury?" Zhao Siqing spoke in a warm voice and drank a little more wine.
"All right." Li Feihuan reached out and took away the glass in her hand. Her eyes were light: "this wine has a great potential. Drink less."
"I feel like juice." Zhao Siqing's eyes fell on the glass in his hand, a little reluctant.
She doesn't like drinking very much, but this wine tastes really good.
Li Feihuan chuckled and returned the glass to her: "I will send you back when you are drunk."
"I'll never be drunk." Zhao Siqing did not change his face and looked at him.
Li Feihuan's eyes fell on the woman whose cheeks had begun to turn a little red. She was not drunk, but the wine seemed to come up. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were slightly red. She looked a little excited, but she was very drunk.
"You want to break up with Huo Jingchen?" Li Feihuan reached for a glass of wine and began to speak softly.
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds and was looking at Li Feihuan with a smile.
Li Feihuan leaned over and approached. His eyes were clear, looking directly at Zhao Siqing. He said slowly, "if you don't marry me, I will not let him pester you again."
Zhao Siqing seems to have heard some jokes. He chuckles and looks lazy: "still not."
"What?"
"I'm afraid your family will be ruined."
Li Fei had a good time, but did not expect that she would open her mouth like this. After a while, she chuckled and said, "you are really lovely."
Zhao Siqing looked at him silently, unable to see what the man in front of him was thinking.
At this moment, Huo Jingchen just showed up and saw this scene.
Zhao Siqing and Li Feihuan are standing at a long table, talking and laughing. They seem to be quite happy.
She was wearing a long white dress with a slim and slanted shoulder, and her hair was pulled gently, revealing a piece of fragrant shoulder and jade neck. The long skirt outlined her perfect curve, exquisite embroidery and diamonds, which made her more beautiful.
Li Feihuan, dressed in a white suit, has gentle eyes and looks like an elegant young man.
When they stand together, they are very well matched.
Huo Jingchen's eyes are deep. He really broke up and was happy.