Huarong raised his head slightly charming smile: "OK, OK, busy man, you go back, I'll have some more." She did not finish lunch, raised a knife and fork to Fu Tingyuan.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her, nodded and turned away.

Huarong took a sip of red wine, then lowered his head to continue to solve the steak.

Ten minutes later, she called for someone to pay the bill.

"Miss, someone has already bought you a single table." Waiter came up to her and said politely.

"Oh?" Huarong picked her eyebrows, which was a little unexpected. When was Fu Tingyuan so gentlemanly?

She nodded, picked up the sunglasses from the left side and put them on again. After a look at the time, it was already three o'clock. The plane at four o'clock in the afternoon had to take a taxi to get back.

She picked up her bag and turned to go.

An arm suddenly stretched out from behind her, wrapped around her slender waist, slightly forced, and directly held her back. The familiar and hot chest made Huarong stiff for a moment. She didn't dare to look back, but looked down at the slender fingers on her waist.

The finger edge is round and neat, and the finger is white and powerful. This is a man's extremely beautiful hand. If a hand is a postcard of a person's face, then this hand must be qualified

This is a very familiar hand.

It's so familiar that she can't help it if she doesn't want to admit it.

Her back is close to the man's chest, and she can feel the other party's beating extremely fast heartbeat. He doesn't know why. He looks very excited, which makes her a little nervous.

If he's here to take revenge on her Then she did not dare to explain a word

After giving birth to the child, she disappeared the next day. It was strange that Fengjin didn't want to crush her to death.

Huarong was stiff and did not move.

The man behind him did not move.

I don't know how long it took Huarong to turn around and say "Hi" to him Long time no see. "

I haven't seen her for three years. The other party still has such a beautiful face which is not harmful to human beings and animals. Her deep eyebrows and eyes are staring at her. Her face has developed from stiffness to tension.

He drank, and there was still a little bit of wine on his body. I don't know if he was drunk.

Feng Jin looked at the face close at hand and squeezed her fingers slightly on her waist and said, "good, long, no, see you."

It sounds a bit gnashing.

Huarong slightly embarrassed smile.

Why is Fengjin in London?

It's really a bad time. Of course, she knows that Fengjin is looking for her. If possible, she suspects that Fengjin wants to strangle her.

"Ex husband." She turned and looked up at him. She said in a polite and polite way, "can you let me go? I'm flying today. I'll talk to you later. "

"To where?"

“……”

"Do you think I'll let you go now?" He said in a gloomy tone. He pinched Huarong's wrist and squeezed her in the palm of his hand, approaching her face. "You are not allowed to go anywhere in the future. Stay at home and stay well!"

"What are you doing at home?" Huarong laughingly replied, "take care of children? Didn't you bring it well? "

"You still have the face to talk about children?"

Huarong is a little guilty. She looks at Fengjin and then suddenly raises her hand to hold his tiger's mouth. The other party is still. She scolds in her heart. She turns around and gets out of his arms and runs outside the box with her bag.

She was wearing high-heeled shoes, but ran very fast, in a blink of an eye ran to the door, although she also knew that there was no possibility of escaping under the eyelids of Fengjin.