C210

Mu Qinghuan stared fixedly at Feng Cheng before turning to look at Qiao Wennuan. All she felt was that the atmosphere was weird, and different from the usual subtle changes, it was a layer of coldness and sobriety.

In the end, she was still waiting for Feng Cheng to speak. She wanted to understand, what exactly was Tina suppressing her to come here for?

It shouldn't be a meeting with Qiao Wennuan right?

"You're here?" Feng Cheng looked at Mu Qinghuan and chuckled, then bent down and pressed the intercom link, "Tina, bring her to the resting room."

"Yes." Since Tina had orders, she naturally led Mu Qinghuan to the next resting lounge.

"Oh, you have something to talk about?" Mu Qinghuan just could not understand, why did he let her come over, and why did he let her leave first?

"You want to stay and listen?" Right after he finished speaking, Feng Cheng had a calm and composed look, making Mu Qinghuan very uncomfortable, "I'm not interested!"

After Mu Qinghuan left, Feng Cheng tied up his suit and looked at Qiao Wennuan gloomily: "Speak, what else do you want?"

"Fourth Brother, I don't understand what you mean." Qiao Wennuan stood in place like she was still, and shook her head in confusion.

"You understand." The four words Feng Cheng seemed to have no meaning, but Qiao Wennuan's heart tensed up.

"I can't go back …"

When Feng Cheng finished saying these four words, Qiao Wennuan felt his entire body go completely cold, and she continuously staggered backwards. With great difficulty, she stabilized his body and asked dumbly, "Wh … "What?"

"I am unwilling …" If you are unwilling, you can't get something that you want. "

As far as he was concerned, anything he wanted could not just be given up.

Back then, Qiao Wennuan had left because she was hurt, and she left in such a hopeless manner, so she had always been something that Feng Cheng could not get.

Even though the arrogant him knew that she had not changed her phone number, he had not contacted Qiao Wennuan once in the past few years.

Similarly, Qiao Wennuan had not contacted him either, but had intentionally appeared frequently in the media, living a bright and beautiful life, just so that Feng Cheng could see her.

She had always thought that he would put down his pride and go abroad to look for her.

However, he was certain that she would definitely return home and beg him to reunite with her.

However, three years had passed …

After almost a thousand days, many things had quietly changed.

The moment Qiao Wennuan returned, she immediately moved away. From the surface, it seemed that Mu Qinghuan had lost miserably.

In reality, Mu Qinghuan was forcing him to make a decision as soon as possible.

"Feng Cheng..." Hot, hot tears rolled down his face as Qiao Wennuan tightly held onto her heart. "I can't go back, you love me!"

In the past, he didn't want to see his woman cry, but now, even if she cried to the point of tears, he wasn't moved at all.

"Don't cry, I can't see you crying, I can't see you crying, I can't see you grieving …" He could not see her sadness, not at all.

"Is that so? When I first came back, you were already suspicious, suspecting that you don't love me anymore …" But you want to make sure of that, so you have to make up with me... "After all, a tyrannical man like you would never let go of anything you want …"

Qiao Wennuan couldn't help but analyze. When Feng Cheng realized that he didn't love her, Qiao Wennuan, but rather fell in love with someone else, even he himself felt that it was inconceivable, didn't he?

"Am I just a tool for you to probe your feelings?" At that moment, Qiao Wennuan did not dare to continue thinking about it.

"Warmth, I can support you and make you very red." The only thing he could give was this.

"But I want your love!" As if she had gone mad, Qiao Wennuan dried her eyes and walked to the front of the desk, grabbing onto Feng Cheng's collar and fiercely said, "Don't! No! I don't want to leave you! "

After pausing for a moment, Qiao Wennuan said with a face full of smiles, her tone carrying a slight trace of anger, "Back then, how you loved me, you should love me now, don't change your mind. Or maybe you could try to love me again, it's actually … "It's not that hard to love someone …"

Qiao Wennuan had investigated her before. Feng Cheng had only known Mu Qinghuan for less than half a year. In a short six months, could he defeat their relationship from a few years ago?

"My heart isn't with you, I'm sure... Qiao Wennuan, I have given you many chances … I don't owe you anything right now! " Moving Qiao Wennuan's palm, Feng Cheng stood up, pushed open the door coldly, and walked out.

In the lounge.

Standing in front of the french windows, Mu Qinghuan was playing with the windmill. Hearing the movements at the entrance, her expression turned cold, "Fourth Brother, why are you looking for me today?"

The man chuckled and hugged her from behind. "I'll cook for you."

"I don't want to eat it." If it wasn't anger, it was anger from the bottom of his heart. Mu Qinghuan bluntly said, "You're looking for me to eat? "Then I'll go first."

"How naive, silly, and naive. You want to leave after coming to my territory?" Feng Cheng grabbed her hand, and when he saw the windmill, he frowned: "Why are you playing with this kind of child?"

"Big Brother Han and I used to play this game a lot when we were young." Mu Qinghuan had purposely mentioned Huangfu Han, which had undoubtedly provoked Feng Cheng, and in an instant, she was pressed down against the window, without any leeway to move!

"Qing Er, stop playing around with childish things like this in the future. I'll cook for you myself, what do you want to eat?" Chili Pepper, right? " He kissed her neck, then suddenly bit her ear. "From now on, I'll make all the food for you."

"What kind of joke is this …" Disregarding Feng Cheng's offer, Mu Qinghuan took a deep breath, "I'm going, move aside."

"Don't let me." Feng Cheng even teased her while hugging her body without letting go, "You smell so good … Come home with me tonight, Xinxin misses you very much. "

"Enough." Mu Qinghuan could not understand why Feng Cheng could still act as if nothing had happened.

She said in a funny way, "From the day I left, I didn't intend to go back. I hope you can understand this logic. I wasn't angry at first, I just let go of something that I don't need anymore. "

"Don't forget, we're not divorced yet. You're my wife outside." Feng Cheng thought that she was just playing with her temper, but, she had the qualifications.

"Alright, I'll go cook." After kissing enough, Feng Cheng went to the kitchen to cook.

However, Mu Qinghuan could not walk out of the resting room, as there were bodyguards outside the door.

Not long later, Feng Cheng finished cooking, "Why not?"

"How could she possibly eat it?" Mu Qinghuan clenched his chopsticks tightly, then put it down again, and looked at Feng Cheng uneasily: "Let's get straight to the point, what is your goal?"

"What is his purpose?" He was single-mindedly trying to please her, but she thought he had another purpose?

"No purpose?" Mu Qinghuan did not believe him and laughed, "Fourth Brother, I understand, you are trying to coax me to sign for a divorce right?"

Mu Qinghuan only treated this as a farewell meal, and only then did she feel at ease to eat it.

However, the man sitting opposite to her suddenly spoke out, "Mu Qinghuan, I want to turn back."