Yanqingfeng nodded, his hands around the chest against the wall, elegant smoke, looking at the Huarong walked not far away.

A few minutes later, Huarong came up and handed him his mobile phone: "OK."

Yan Qingfeng took the mobile phone, "you go back first?"

Huarong shook his head: "he will come later. I'll go downstairs to meet him. "

Yan Qingfeng sighed: "big night, this dead boy is so troublesome to you."

Huarong smiles: "it's all friends. If something goes wrong, it's not troublesome."

*

although the temperature has gradually increased recently, it is still a little cold in the evening.

Huarong only wore a thin windbreaker to keep out the cold in spring. The color of jujube was good-looking, but it was not windproof at all. She stood at the door in her leather boots for a while, and her hands and feet were frozen cold.

Damn Fengjin, why don't you come here to freeze her to death?

Huarong stood at the door, complaining constantly in my heart.

About ten minutes later, a black Rolls Royce rushed from the opposite street and stopped at the door of the hospital.

The tall man in a suit came down from the car. When he closed the door, the door and the carriage made a loud "pa" sound. Huarong looked at Fengjin's face, which was soaked in the night and looked smelly. She stamped her feet coldly: "how did you come here so late?"

Feng Jin reached for her and said, "do you have the face to complain about me?"

Why can't I complain She reached into his suit and touched his shirt to keep warm. "I'm freezing. You can't hurry up."

Feng Jin held her two cold claws in the palm. He looked down at the face of the flower with a gloomy eyebrow. Then he closed his eyes and took a breath. He held the man in his arms with full Rage: "you know it's cold. Why do you wear so little in the evening

Huarong shrank in his arms to keep warm: "I didn't expect that I would go out at night. "

when she got the news, she rushed over and didn't remember to change clothes.

"You are more interested in him than I am." Feng Jin muttered, a little sour.

Huarong raised the end of his eyes, looked at him, and then poked him with his elbow: "what are you talking about?"

Fu Tingyuan's vinegar is also eaten. Is his head funny?

"You turn off your phone and you can't find anyone. I'm waiting for you at home until midnight. Can't you think about how I feel at home?"

Huarong looked at him with a smile: "Fengjin, we agreed not to interfere with each other's communication, I come out to see a friend, but I can't report to you?"

Feng brocade's eyebrow center wrung up, drooping eyes looked at the Huarong, "is this the problem that reports to me?"

“……”

"What do you think I would think if you drove out at night and no one answered the phone?"

Huarong twisted his head and didn't look at his face: "I was such a person, I didn't have the habit of reporting the whereabouts of people all day long."

Feng Jin looked at her and took a breath gently, which made her speechless.

Huarong pushed him away. "If you come to quarrel with me, you go back first. I'll be back when the court yuan situation stabilizes. "

Feng Jin looked at her cold and silent eyebrows and eyes, and couldn't speak for a moment. He pursed his thin lips and asked her, "is it that you just dislike me no matter what I do?"

“……” Huarong's eyebrows were quiet for a moment. She looked up at Feng Jin and said calmly, "I am such a person. If you can't stand it, let's do it twice. I've never been bothering you