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    Feng Jian finally agreed to Zhou Yu and signed the contract.

    He is very satisfied with himself and his decision.

    What I have to sit now is just waiting for Wanyun to come home.

    That night, he was the only one in the apartment.  The clocks both pointed to twelve, but Wanyun did not come back.

    When the door rang, Feng Jian sank into the sofa.

    Raising your wrist, you immediately looked at your watch. It was almost dawn.

    The sofa in the apartment faces the door straight. The layout is very poor according to Feng Shui principles. It should be covered with a screen or something.

    Wan Yun once said it casually, but Feng Jian didn't listen at the time.  Now he has some regrets.

    From this angle, you can have a clear view of Wanyun¡¯s face at the door.

    Holding the key, holding the coat in his arms, his long hair hanging down his shoulders, his face was radiant and expressionless.

    He wanted to stand up.

    Full of questions.

    Did she see Zhou Yu tonight?  What did they say?  Where did you go after eating?  Why didn't you come back until now?  Is she angry now?  It's right to be angry. He sold her to Zhou Yu - let's use the word "sell".

    While waiting, Feng Jian always felt strangely calm and numb, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him, and he could even think about many things.

    I really feel like there¡¯s nothing to worry about.  It was a very famous restaurant; there were other celebrity diners that night; it was just a meal; his driver followed Wan Yun at the door; his mobile phone was always open; he had arranged for other people to protect him - he thought that the arrangements were in place, but now he saw  When Wanyun returned home, Feng Jian found that she couldn't stand up.

    He really hated this feeling.  He hated anything that came into his life suddenly and that he couldn't control.

    Wan Yun stood at the entrance, motionless.

    Feng Jian coughed, and her voice became hoarse for some reason.

    He said dryly: "Are you back?"

    Wan Yun finally raised her head, looked at him, and said calmly: "I want to move back to the villa in the future."

    Feng Jian was stunned.

    "The driver is waiting for me downstairs. I just came up to talk to you." Wan Yun said lightly, "You should go to bed early."

    Feng Jian rushed to stop Wanyun when the elevator door opened in the lobby.

    He just ran down more than twenty floors, and now he couldn't feel any heartbeat.

    "You, please listen to my explanation first about tonight's matter."

    Wan Yun didn¡¯t even think about it, she said: ¡°Okay.¡±

    She was so straightforward that Feng Jian was stunned.

    He had anticipated Wanyun's reaction, otherwise he would continue to tolerate it, or else he would become indifferent and fall out.  But Wanyun didn't.  Her eyes were clean and clear, without anger, cold and honest.

    Such a woman believes in all the unreliable things and still says she likes him.  Feng Jian never expressed his stance or questioned, as if it was his last act of self-respect.  But at this moment, Feng Jian also knew that he had to explain no matter what.

    He collected his thoughts.

    "Yunyun, listen to me, my company recently¡ª¡ª"

    "Explain tonight directly."

    ¡°Well, your business¡ª¡ª¡±

    "Just explaining tonight." Wan Yun said coldly, "I don't need an economist now. You know what I'm sad about."

    Feng Jian was silent for a long time. When he opened his mouth again, he caught a glimpse of the TV embedded in the elevator.

    The announcer plays silently, with scrolling subtitles prompting sensational gossip.

    "Shen An joins forces with period group to release a new album."

    "Kwak Sun-kyung's new movie will be released in the city on the 10th."

    "The city socialite Li Wanyun sat alone in a restaurant in the city until late at night. Her husband Feng Jian did not show up. It is suspected that the previous rumors of marriage change are true¡ª¡ª"

    Feng Jian was very surprised.

    "What, you didn't see him tonight?"

    Wan Yun asked back: "Who are you meeting?"

    He choked and changed the subject: "Then where did you go tonight? Why didn't you go home so late?"

    Wan Yun remained calm: "Feng Jian, is this your explanation to me?" After a pause, she mocked, "Although Zhou Yu didn't see me tonight, I think the conditions he promised you will still be fulfilled. No matter what, he  But I have always abided by the rules of the game. Mr. Feng will not suffer any loss in this transaction he made with me, so there is no need to worry."

    Feng Jian looked at her for a long time and finally confirmed that Zhou Yu did not go to see Wanyun tonight at all.

    He was in disbelief for a moment.

    Zhou Yu spent such a high price and put in so much effort to have He Wan.The food arrived quickly, the bed and tables were all filled, and several maids came in quietly and repeatedly carrying exquisite meals on trays.

    Zhen's mother was more careful than before, and said before Wanyun could stop her, "This is new tea to Darjeeling, and the tea set is also newly purchased - miss, look at how clever the design is, the handle of the teacup  on the left."

    Wan Yun responded casually, holding the tea with his right hand as usual, and touched the empty space.  The cup was very hot, so she used her other hand to hold it, but it was a step too late, and half the cup of boiling water splashed onto the back of her hand.

    "Oops!" Zhen's mother turned pale and almost jumped up. She called for someone to get ice packs and ointment, and asked again and again, "Miss, have you¡ª¡ªwhy are you just standing there? Why don't you call Dr. Zhou!"

    Wan Yun stopped Zhen¡¯s mother and said apologetically: ¡°It¡¯s okay, I didn¡¯t hear what you said just now.¡±

    Zhen¡¯s mother was extremely heartbroken. She examined Wanyun¡¯s hand carefully and her eyes turned red at first: ¡°You still said it was okay, but it¡¯s all my fault, it¡¯s all my fault - why does the young lady¡¯s face look like this now - does it hurt?¡±

    "As I said, it has nothing to do with Mama Zhen. It's just me who didn't learn a lesson." She laughed at herself, "Really, you are such an adult, why don't you learn a lesson?"

    She was no longer an eighteen-year-old girl full of longing. Feng Jian's initial comments to her were still cold in her ears: just like the eighteen-year-old, without any growth.

    To be honest, if Zhou Yu is just playing around with his feelings, pursuing excitement and playing with people's hearts.  On the contrary, she really envied Feng Jian. He could still care less about things that he once discarded like nothing.  It can even be put up for sale.

    They are all so sober and restrained.

    There is only one person in the world who has high hopes but does not learn lessons.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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