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    Chapter Twenty-Three

    **

    Rong Zihan is not a talkative person.

    Since she moved into his apartment, even though he went to France for nearly a month at the longest time, she never took the initiative to call him.

    It was she who brought up the breakup, but she couldn't help it in such a quiet time of night.

    "Why don't you talk." Feng Zhuolun's lazy voice came from the other end, "Don't tell me your phone was stolen."

    He really seemed like there was never anything between them, and the banter was as usual.

    She closed her eyes and said half aloud, "It's nothing."

    After saying these three words, the background of the call suddenly became quiet.

    Rong Zihan held the phone and listened to his slightly quickened breathing, and asked for a long time, "Where are you?"

    "Even if we broke up, you can still control where your ex-boyfriend is." He smiled softly, "It's a good thing I'm not in any woman's bed."

    Seeing that she didn't speak, he continued, "The ex-boyfriend reported that I will return to France next Thursday, and I probably won't be back in the short term."

    His tone was still relaxed and lazy, but her heart was completely chilled in an instant because of his words.

    "It should be much more comfortable in city s than in city a. Be the eldest princess of your parents and choose a good son-in-law." He said every word, and there was a chuckle in his tone, "When holding a wedding,  If you remember, just send me an invitation, if you forgetit doesn't matter."

    Listening to his every word, Rong Zihan's eyes trembled slightly, and he slowly put down the phone for a while.

    "sorry."

    In the air held by the lower hand is his meaningless and familiar past love.

    She had to press the call button.

    The city of s was gradually shrouded in a deeper night, and the cold wind poured in from the window with a small slit, and her hair was blown apart, blocking the slight tears in the corners of her eyes.

    The words she just had on her lips were, "I want to see you."

    She concedes first, she admits defeat first, she is really willing to try again, even regardless of his concealment or his harm.

    But now he told her without hesitation that he would go away and never come back, and he only hoped that they were well; he apologized to her, perhaps because he felt that the time with her was not worth it.

    This was the first time in her life that she mustered up all her courage to take on the opportunity that she couldn't let go of.

    But she forgot that he is not her, he is not like her, who was moved and tortured, gave up everything and went back to S City, only to have an empty body.

    They are really and completely over.

    The lights in the corridor were not turned on, not even half a ray of light.

    Feng Zhuolun threw the mobile phone he had just hung up on the ground, slid down and sat down with his back against the wall, with an indifferent and haggard expression on his face, beside him were beer bottles and cans scattered in a mess.

    Beside her is the closed door of her apartment, which should never be opened again.

    There will no longer be a person with a shy and arrogant smile on his face, annoyed by his teasing, occasionally blushing when he hugs him, fascinated by his arms, quiet in a place where he can see it at a glance  sit down.

    Even if he didn't speak, he knew that she was there where he could see her at hand.

    How powerful the alcohol is, he doesn't know.

    He only knew that after she left, he was drunk and turned upside down day and night but he didn't dare to dream of her in his dreams.

    It was because he was afraid that if he dreamed, he would live in the dream all his life, and he would not wish to die.

    **

    The reception room in the center of the hotel was already crowded with people, but the lounge in the annex building was exceptionally quiet.

    "Are you ready?" Rong Xian waited outside the dressing room for a while, then walked over and opened the curtain, and looked inside.

    With just one glance, she froze in place, swallowed for a while, and stammered, "Sister"

    Rong Zihan adjusted the belt of the dress for the last time, and smiled faintly at her, "Does it look good?"

    The person in front of him was wearing a dark red dress with a tube top. The skirt was folded into silk and satin. The workmanship was excellent. His long curly hair was half combed behind his head. His small and delicate face and forehead were exposed.  Fair and fair, with clear and profound facial features.

    This is indeed not only the eldest princess of the entire Rong family, but even the entire city of S, which no one can compare to.

    Rong Xian found that at this moment it was difficult for him to find any words to describe his cousin who was so close to him since he was a child.

    &, " Sis! Did you really have sex with him?!"

    She was also stunned, so embarrassed from head to toe that she couldn't even move.

    At this time, Rong Xian rubbed her eyes vigorously and looked again, seeing the faint red marks around her shoulders, she immediately walked to the bedside and hurriedly said, "I called you earlier, he answered the phone,  You are you really with him?!"

    "Sixth Lord." Feng Zhuolun blocked the corridor entrance of the room, and pointed to Rong Xian behind him, "Don't get excited, let your husband go downstairs and wait, haven't you heard of it."

    This time, Rong Xian was completely pissed off by being blocked, turned around and called to him, "Are you still a human being? You are fine with flirting, how could you lay hands on my sister?!"

    "It's not the first time I've done it today." He knocked on the door with his fingers, casually, "It's been a few years since I started it."

    Rong Xian was extremely shocked and angry at the same time, his eyes swiveled between Rong Zihan and him, and he was speechless for a moment.

    "Six six." Rong Zihan rolled up the quilt and sighed, raised his head and said softly, "I'll change my clothes and come down to find you. You and Qu Jian will wait for me in the downstairs lobby first."

    The coffee shop in the hotel lobby was very bright. When Rong Zihan and Feng Zhuolun came down, the table by the window was already seated.

    Rong Xian was emotionally passive when she was pregnant, and she was touchingly talking to Shao Xibei who was sitting opposite her.

    "Feng Zhuolun, tell me the truth!" Seeing the two of them sitting down, Rong Xian immediately looked at Feng Zhuolun coldly, "When did you get together with my sister? When I got married and became the best man and bridesmaid?"

    "No." He looked relaxed, "Before."

    Rong Zihan was not a very eloquent person in the first place, but now she has really kept her secret from Rong Xian for so long, and at this time, it is indeed wrong to say anything, and she looks a little embarrassed when she sits aside.

    Rong Xian's jaw almost dropped when he heard this, and he frowned and asked, "How long ago? In City A? How did you meet?"

    Feng Zhuolun glanced at Rong Zihan beside him, and smiled jokingly at Rong Xian, "Are you going to investigate the household registration? Do you want to hand over your birthday horoscope?"

    The way he spoke was carefree and arrogant, and Rong Xian just wanted to stand up, but Shao Xibei, who was sitting opposite her, pinched his hand, and he could only sit on his seat and say, "Who knows if you are true or false to my sister?"  ? I can't let my sister be cheated by you!"

    "Hey, you should call me brother-in-law anyway." He teased unhurriedly, "Don't you know you have to follow your seniority?"

    "Liu Liu is also worried about Han Han." Qu Jian put his arm around Rong Xian's shoulders, and spoke calmly from the side.

    "What are you worried about?" Feng Zhuolun looked sideways at him, and smiled faintly, "Worried that instead of getting anything in return, she would even make a wedding dress for someone else? Don't worry, I won't suffer without her."  The habit of border grass."

    These words were revealed clearly and secretly, and Rong Zihan naturally knew that he was turning over an old account, so he tugged his hand under the table, raised his head and said to Rong Xian, "Liu Liu, he"

    "You!" Rong Xian couldn't sit still, and was about to get up as soon as he threw away Shao Xibei's hand.

    Shao Xibei was so painful that she hit the corner of the table with such a push that she almost burst into tears. Fu Zheng, who had been holding her daughter silently by the side, immediately shone coldly. He stretched out his hand to take his wife's hand and glanced at Rong  envy.

    The scumbag's aura instantly suppressed the entire table, Rong Xian froze, turned around tremblingly, and hurriedly looked down at Shao Xibei's hand, "I'm sorry, Beibei, your handwhat's the matter with your hand?  "

    On Shao Xibei's slender wrist, there were several overlapping red bruises.

    "Fu Zheng!" Rong Xian immediately forgot that he was intimidated by the perpetrator just now, and looked at Fu Zheng angrily, "What did you do to Beibei? You bullied her?!"

    Fu Zheng looked at her coldly for a while, then said expressionlessly.

    "I tied my wife, it's none of your business."

    Rong Xian almost didn't bring it up, when he saw Feng Zhuolun sitting in the opposite corner looking at her with a smile,

    "See? So it's none of your business if I hug my woman." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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