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Nan Jue Feng had never seen any sort of warmth in his life, so he turned his head and revealed a rare smile, his tone naturally carrying a doting tone: "If you want to eat anywhere, then take me somewhere!" I'm not a picky eater! " *

Hearing that, Warmth chuckled. Actually, although it was depressing sometimes to be with this man since he was too silent, at least he wouldn't be annoying.

Hearing the words of Nanjue Feng, Warmth couldn't help but frown. The first time treating him to a meal should be a bit unique, right? But this man had lived in a wealthy family since he was young, what kind of thing hadn't he come into contact with before?

Thinking of this, Warmth couldn't help but turn his head to carefully size him up, but in his heart, he was puzzled. NanJue Feng's family background was illustrious, so how could he know her father? Moreover, he was willing to stay by her father's side and do whatever he wanted?

This …?

Thinking of this, her warm eyes couldn't help but sink.

NanJue Feng turned his head to look at her hands, as if he had seen through her thoughts. He smiled, opened the door of her car, and stuffed her inside.

"Your father saved my father's life three years ago at Golden Three. "Oh, they didn't want to meet, so my dad invested his money to help your dad!"

After hearing the reminder from Nan Jue Feng, Warmth finally understood. No wonder Leng Kui was able to borrow so much money three years ago. So it was … *

"Thank you!" Warmth thanked him softly.

When Nan Jue Feng heard this, he simply smiled and did not say anything else. After a moment of silence, he glanced at Warmth and asked in a low voice, "Oh right, Warmth, where are you taking me to eat?"

Hearing that, her pretty eyebrows creased. "Let me think about it first, I'll take you to a place you've never been to in your entire life!"

Warmth stuck out his tongue at Nanjie Feng. He turned his head and looked out the window. However, there were things like this in the Port of Han. There was one over there too. Where could he not have been?

This was truly difficult!

Warmth propped up her little face and stared out of the window. They had entered the city, and it was bustling with people coming and going. Looking at the crowd, Warmth suddenly felt a little absent-minded. When she locked her eyes on a remote alley, Warmth suddenly shouted, "Ah, I know where to take you!"

"Where?" NanJue Feng turned his head and asked with a smile.

Warmth also turned his head to look at him, and gave him a strange and mysterious smile. At the same time, he shook his head and said, "I can't say it right now, but …" I'll bring you there, you can't turn your back on me! "

Nan Jue Feng laughed and raised his brows: "It is my honor to be the eldest young miss to bring me there, so how could I turn my back on you? I won't despise you! "

"It's best if it's like this!" Warmth withdrew her gaze and looked out of the car, seeing the current location clearly, she suddenly said in a low voice, "Go to East Gate Street. Right, do you know where we are going?"

"En!" "En!" Nan Jue Feng nodded heavily, and then turned left at the intersection in front. The car then sped towards East Gate Street.

Yi Hao sat in his office with a gaze so profound it was hard to guess what he was thinking. Xu Meng and Ming Hao could only stare at him blankly. He was so cold that he didn't even dare to breathe.

The only thing that was on his mind was what he'd heard in the nightclub a few days ago. He couldn't figure out when it had become so hard.

He was injured for her, but she didn't care. She even tried to drive him away with indifference. Inexplicably, he really missed the warmth and coolness of the past, and his warmth was the only thing in his heart. But even if she recovered her memories, would they still be able to return to the past?

As he thought about it, Iowa's frown deepened, and he had the feeling that he really didn't know what mentality he should have to face her.

In the past, he doted on her, but later on it was hatred, so what about now?!

And would the hatred between him and Leng Kui still be avenged?

If he put it down, how could he face his mother and Yue Yue? If he didn't put it down and continued to take revenge, then what about being warm? What if something else happened?

Thinking of this, Ihao felt as if his entire body was about to collapse.

"CEO?" Xu Meng seemed to have seen through Ihao's thoughts. "Can I say a few words?" he asked in a low voice. His tone was light and gentle. You know, if he angered Ihao, he wouldn't be able to live.

Hearing Xu Meng's words, Yi Hao frowned. He raised his head and looked at him. After a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you want to say?"

"What I am trying to say is that the dead are over, so why should we make the living suffer because of those people? If my aunt were still alive, she would never want to see you suffer because of her death. I think she'll let you choose the path you feel happy about. Xu Meng quickly finished what he was saying. As soon as he finished speaking, he looked carefully at the changes on Yi Hao's face. When he found no trace of anger on Yi Hao's face, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the fact that they had been brothers for so many years, he wouldn't have dared to take such a risk.

Even though they were sometimes brothers, he was still a young master, a CEO, and a subordinate, there was no way that he could change that at all.

"You mean, you want me to give up on hatred?" Yi Hao lowered his gaze and raised his eyebrows.

"I just don't want to see you so conflicted!" Xu Meng told the truth.

"That's right, Haozi, you don't know, but it's been several days since you've had such a bitter face. Let alone us, even the secretaries that occasionally come in are tired of it. "Haozi, you can only be young if you keep on smiling. Be careful of your wrinkles and how old you get. If you get old, be careful of the little princess detesting you …" Minghao, seeing that Ihao's expression had finally eased, started to interrupt, but before he could finish, Ihao suddenly grabbed the pen on his desk and shot it at him.

"Am I old? Please, I'm only twenty-eight, okay? " Ihao yelled. Why is it that people always say he's old these days? Yes, it should be warm and cold. So should Ming Hao. He was really that strong. Mom. He wanted to kill someone.

When Ming Hao saw the pen flying over, he hastily turned his body to the side and the pen flew dangerously two centimeters away from his eyeball.