Chapter 85

Cheng ran just arrived at the company. Before he had time to punch in, he met Lu Wu. Lu Wu has rarely appeared recently. He has rarely appeared since he had a hand with him last time. Unexpectedly, he met here today.

When Lu Wu saw Cheng ran, he looked unhappy and walked past her without even calling.

Cheng Ran is the kind of person who is more proud than me and I can be more proud than you. A Lu Wu is not worth her attention, let alone a defeated general.

She hit the card and just entered the elevator. Before she could press the door close button, she heard Che Jin shouting.

"Madam, wait a minute."

He hurried in. Seeing that he was panting, Cheng ran asked casually.

"Just came back from outside?"

"Mr. Feng asked me to go out and get a document. By the way, let me tell you that he is waiting for you in the office."

"Feng moye is looking for me?" Cheng ran really can't think of what the man does for himself during working hours.

"Yes."

"Did you say anything?" Mainly, she has other work to do later. When she is finished, she wants to find someone to check Tian Jing during the lunch break.

"You'll know when you go." Chejin dare not talk nonsense.

"I see." Cheng ran didn't refuse. In the company, Feng moye is her boss. She will still abide by the rules that should be observed.

Che Jin pressed the 17th floor directly, and then followed Cheng ran into Feng moye's office.

Feng moye is sitting in an office chair. Today, he is wearing a black suit and coat. He looks serious and capable, and his whole body is filled with cold pride.

Ordinary people really don't dare to approach him. Cheng Ran has seen countless successful people, but rarely sees such a powerful person as Feng moye, especially his eyes, which are extremely sharp. It seems that he can be deterred by the anger at the bottom of his eyes.

Che Jin stood at the door and didn't want to go in. After all, he didn't know what they were going to do.

"Mr. Feng, Cheng ran called over."

"Well, you go out first."

Feng moye's voice is low and magnetic. It's very nice in the open office.

Che Jin nodded hurriedly, "yes."

Cheng ran goes in and closes the door. Feng moye hooks his fingers at her, eyes and tail slightly, inexplicably with a taste of hooking people.

"Come here."

Cheng Ran is a obedient Lord. She has always been the only one who commands others.

She just stood there, her hands around her chest, staring at Feng moye, with an indifferent face.

"Feng always has something to say. I can hear you."

"Come here first. I have something to tell you. It's not good for others to hear."

He pretended to be mysterious. He had to ask Cheng ran to come.

Cheng ran always wanted to investigate Tian Jing, but he still had work to do, so he had to go first.

"Go ahead."

She has always been indifferent to him. Unless Feng moye uses that move, Cheng ran will always be like a calm lake without any ripples.

Feng moye felt a sense of frustration about her attitude for no reason. Is he not good enough or handsome enough or has no personality charm? Why is his wife like an ice cube.

Still, she must have a little intimate contact, and she will gradually feel about herself.

But it doesn't matter. The things he met in his life are much more difficult than these. What's more, they are already husband and wife, but it's just a matter of cultivating feelings, which can't defeat him.

He held his fist to his lips and coughed: "I heard that you were fooling around outside under my name today and took your sister to the funeral home?"

Cheng Ran's bright eyes suddenly darkened, and his eyes coldly glanced at Feng moye.

"Feng Yanfei told you again, didn't he?"

She knew that the girl didn't know anything and wanted her to keep it a secret unless she sewed up her mouth.

Feng moye picked the tip of his eyebrows. When he was talking to Cheng ran, his anger was restrained, and even his eyes looked softer than usual.

"Why, I'm not allowed to know about stealing my husband's name outside?"

Cheng Ran's eyes twitched. He couldn't stand Feng moye talking to her in such a gentle tone. Maybe the people around him were careless and used to talking to her casually, either respectfully or swearing like Feng Yanfei.

But Feng moye was so gentle to herself that she didn't dare to look into his eyes for fear of drowning and falling into the man's gentleness. She couldn't get out of the village again.

She needs to stay awake at all times in order to successfully complete the rest of her plan.

Cheng ran thought he was going to make a crime to himself, so he asked him subconsciously.

"Do I want Cheng Xinyue to talk nonsense outside and beat me in the face?"

Feng moye's lips were full of evil laughter, and he pulled her little green hand, with joy in his voice.

"So, my wife is jealous?"

Cheng ran was frightened by his words. Subconsciously, he pulled his hand back and was as bright as a torch.

"Who's jealous? Feng moye, the person who can make me jealous hasn't appeared yet. Don't put gold on your face."

"Isn't your husband worth making you jealous?"

He stretched out his hand to grab her waist, but Cheng ran dodged.

Why does this man always hold her.

"Nothing can make me moved. Our marriage is just using each other. You want me to help you heal your legs, but I just want to keep my promise. We'd better not have feelings that shouldn't arise because we don't offend the river."

Men are always the fastest to get out of their feelings. Women are different. Women are always at a disadvantage in their feelings. She has seen too many people who die and live for men and don't even want their own dignity.

She doesn't want to be so sad.

So she always reminds herself to control her heart, otherwise at the moment of moving her heart, she is doomed to lose.

Feng moye was curious: "you are only in your twenties. Why do you always look like you are disillusioned with the world of mortals? You haven't even contacted a few men. How can you know that your husband is unreliable?"

"Blame you for being a man. If you are a woman, maybe I can trust you a little. Some men born with a golden spoon like you will pay attention to their feelings, but the picture is fresh for a while. If you don't want me to mention you outside in the future, I can apologize to you for this matter."

Cheng Ran is rigid and serious, in sharp contrast to Feng moye's evil appearance with a smile on his lips.

He followed her words and said, "OK, you apologize to me, but I don't want to apologize verbally. I need to take practical action."

Cheng ran frowned and said, "what do you want me to do?"

Feng moye's slender finger gently touched the lip: "kiss me, and my husband will forgive you."