Chapter 786

"I helped you so much that you didn't say anything?" Murong said when Xiaomeng was moved by Dong Wenfeng's consideration.

"You!" Xiaomeng was so angry when she saw Murong like this.

Although there is nothing wrong with helping Dong Wenfeng, is the woman who has nothing but money laughing at her?

Dong Wenfeng calmed down. Xiaomeng suddenly came, which was taken by surprise. At present, the imperial sister also helped him a lot. She was in love and reason. He owed her a favor.

"Come on, I can promise you everything I can do." Dong Wenfeng smiled. Now his sales have reached 80 million. Don't worry about song Jiao's trouble for him.

"Oh? Can you promise anything?" Murong's voice suddenly became seductive, which was a charm that only mature women would appear.

Dong Wenfeng frowned, and Xiaomeng in his arms hugged more tightly. "I'll return your $80 million intact. You have to think about it yourself."

Murong heard Dong Wenfeng's words and smiled softly: "does your sister look like an 80 million woman? You're really nervous about your little girlfriend..."

Song Jiao was also going to the elevator on the fifth floor at this time. A few minutes ago, Dong Wenfeng suddenly completed the conditions she stipulated, only less than an hour after he talked with her. She wanted to see what had disturbed the rhythm of her play.

"Oh, who am I talking about? It's Murong." seeing Murong, song Jiao dared to be angry. How could it be Murong? Dong Wenfeng is a boy who can look for it. As soon as he looks for it, he finds the only shareholder of Feihe tower, Murong, who accounts for more equity than her.

"Song Jiao." whispered song Jiao's name. Even if it was a greeting, Murong didn't want to communicate with her. When Dong Wenfeng said 80 million, she thought it was song Jiao's handwriting. Sister Zhao likes it, song Jiao likes it, and she can naturally like Murong. It's not that Dong Wenfeng is as rare as a giant panda, but Murong is a competitive person.

Xiaomeng looks at Song Jiao and Murong. What's going on.

Song Jiao laughed first: "this is Xie Huiling you're looking for? It seems that you don't need my news."

If she guessed right, the little girl she met downstairs just now should be interested in her prey. No, it's unilateral. Now let her know that her brother Dong Wenfeng did all this for another woman. How would she feel?

Thinking about it, song Jiao couldn't help recalling the corners of her mouth.

"Please give me the news as soon as possible. After all, 80 million yuan has been reached, and don't lose the Commission." it can be seen that Xiaomeng's face turned white. Dong Wenfeng was distressed and didn't want to stay here. He took Xiaomeng and left.

There was silence on the fifth floor. These three goddesses are not in vain. Are they robbing the same man?

"Sister Murong is so calculating!" after Dong Wenfeng left, song Jiao looked at Murong and gnashed her teeth.

"It's OK. It's a piece of cake. Sometimes it's annoying to have more money." Murong knew song Jiao's open and hidden arrows, but he only felt ridiculous. Did Dong Wenfeng fall in love with her and run away? What capital do they have to compete with her.

Dong Wenfeng took Xiaomeng's hand and walked on the street for a long time. It was late at night. There were few passing vehicles except that the street lamps had constant light.

"Are you tired of coming today?"

Sitting down on the bench, Dong Wenfeng felt that the waiter's uniform was somewhat strangled, raised his hand and loosened the buttons of the white shirt under the Adam's apple, and his strong chest loomed.

Xiaomeng thought it was nothing. When she heard Dong Wenfeng's question, all the grievances in her heart rushed up.

"Not tired..." although she was not tired, Xiaomeng obviously choked in her words.

"I'll buy you a tissue paper." seeing Xiaomeng crying, Dong Wenfeng didn't know what to do. There was a 24-hour convenience store across the street. He thought it better to buy Xiaomeng something to eat. Yundian flew here for more than three hours. Xiaomeng may not be so sad when she is full.

Seeing that Dong Wenfeng would rather buy toilet paper than hold himself to his chest and make himself cry, Xiaomeng was even more sad for a time.

Two more streets past the flying crane tower, the bar street of the city, where there are many people who don't get drunk.

Several young people were depressed and frustrated. They bought a drink and came out late at night to sober up. They saw Xiaomeng sitting on a bench not far away. Several people moved, looked at each other, and found the answer on their expressions.

"Beauty, it's such a deep night. How can you go shopping alone?" the young man at the head said something frivolous, full of hypocritical concern.

Xiaomeng ignored the man who came up to chat up. She didn't need a regular meeting.

Seeing the girl still crying, the tattooed youth didn't feel ashamed, but coaxed with more patience. "How about going with my brother? It's not good to be outside so late."

The tattooed youth had other meanings, and the other two laughed.

Xiaomeng raised her head, revealing a bright and beautiful face with the rain: "get out of the here!"

Several people were shocked by Xiaomeng's appearance, and then noticed that Xiaomeng's clothes are either rich or expensive.

"Brother, this seems to be near the flying crane tower!" the flat headed youth looked around and found that the daughter in front of him had just come out of the flying crane tower.

If the previous few people just teased Xiaomeng's beauty, now several people are filled with flames.

Flying crane tower, raise a little white face. Hehe, a woman is really a bad thing. She raises other men with men's money. In this way, she still seems to bring a lot of hats to her object

"Why, it's too hungry and thirsty to play with the flying crane tower?" the rich people are damned. The tattooed man walked slowly towards Xiaomeng. The red light in his eyes is a crazy resentment against the social class.

"I told you to go away. You don't know! Well..."

When Xiaomeng looked up and scolded several people, she was caught off guard and covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel on the man's hand. She still wanted to struggle, and several other men rushed up and pressed their hands and feet to keep her from moving.

"What a masterpiece..." a man whispered, holding Xiaomeng's icy and jade hand.

Dong Wenfeng, who was checking out, had noticed the movement here, "shit!" when he thought of leaving for such a while, Xiaomeng had an accident. Dong Wenfeng didn't know whether he was too careless or Xiaomeng was too beautiful.