Chapter 1287

Since this guy has grown up, she has never been his match.

Sure enough, there was a burst of wind in her ear. She subconsciously turned around and punched him in the lower abdomen. Her fingers touched the hard muscles on his abdomen. The other party did not hum. She pinched her wrist with calm eyes. Her body was crooked by his strength, and then she was pressed by his wrist on the wall behind him.

In fact, they are just a few tricks, but they have exhausted all the brute strength of Huarong. She has learned self-defense since she was a child, but sometimes she has to admit that the physical gap between men and women can not be made up by the day after tomorrow. She has not beaten him since she was 13 years old.

She leaned against the wall, panting slightly, and in front of her was a man's uncertain expression. Pill ah, Huarong complains to herself, why is Fengjin in London? It's really bad luck.

"Come home with me."

He said.

Huarong glared at him: "whose home?"

"Our home."

"When did we have a home?" She thought it funny, "my ex husband, we've already split up, OK? I'm really catching the plane. Don't play. "

“……” There were wisps of Yin between his eyebrows. Huarong always felt that this guy was a little different from three years ago.

, it was not easy for her to take revenge when she didn't ask for revenge.

Feng Jin did not speak again, pinched Huarong's wrist, turned and pulled her to go outside the western restaurant.

Huarong couldn't get rid of it. The driver downstairs, who was anxious, was stunned to see Fengjin holding Huarong out. Then he opened the door to let Fengjin and Huarong enter.

Black Maybach space is very large, Huarong sitting by the door, I feel that she is a little tight.

She turned to look out of the window. "How do you know I'm in London?"

"I've been in London lately." Feng brocade holds her finger to play with her fingertip, "Fu Tingyuan informed me."

“……” what the fuck? She gritted her teeth and turned to look at him. "Your relationship looks very good."

"He looked at me pitifully." Feng Jin's deep brows and eyes gazed at him, "I also want to rely on my own ability to find you, but you don't want to see me."

“……”

"Now that you're back this time, don't go." He looked down at her slender fingers smeared with red and red nail polish. "Feng Sheng and Feng Song, they had never seen their mother, and you brought them with them, and they soon recognized you."

Speaking of children, Huarong's lips pursed slightly and turned to look out of the window.

The man stretched out his hand around her body and held her whole body in his arms. His voice was deep and deep, "Rongrong, are you still hating me?"

Huarong closed her eyes and didn't pay any more attention to him.

Fengjin also stopped talking, holding her quietly feeling her body temperature and body fragrance, for three years, he thought very clearly, no matter who she had an affair with, he would not go to the tube again.

At the beginning, he signed the divorce agreement in anger, which was the most regretful thing he had ever done in his life.

She shouldn't have been let go. If she left, she would never come back.

She is more cruel than anyone else.

With the heating in the car, Huarong fell asleep. She had a lot of messy dreams. Maybe it was because of Fengjin. Those dreams were related to him.