Chapter 2637

He smashed the coffee table on the marble table and the glass display cabinet. The priceless blue and white porcelain and jade ornaments fell to the ground.

Even so, he didn't stop. He smashed everything in the room clean.

In the end, he stood in the ruins, only feeling more helpless and frightened.

From childhood, no one taught him how to deal with problems with women. His relationship with his mother was so rigid that he had more fear of women than curiosity over the years.

The only bright light in his heart was the girl who saved him, Wen Ke'er. Besides, he really didn't know how to deal with Qiao Ruoxi.

Qiao Ruoxi stood on the stairs leading to the second floor, still holding the position he had just pushed away. She witnessed the madness of men with her own eyes.

He was like an angry lion. In a short time, he smashed the luxurious villa into ruins.

Looking at the mess on the ground and the back of the lonely man with a depressed figure, at this moment, her heart ached to the extreme.

She hurt him with sharp words, which is to hurt herself.

Her heart really hurts!

After the fierce quarrel in the villa, there was a sharp smashing sound. The repair wing, who had been guarding the door, and aunt Jiang were worried about her eyes.

Their president is clearly worried about his wife. He plans to go out and find someone himself. Shouldn't he be happy now that she is back?

Why did they quarrel again?

Aunt Jiang is also deeply worried about the young master. This quarrel seems to be very serious, which has smashed the furniture.

I just heard that they said divorce is not divorce. Are you ready to break up?

Xiuyi scratched his head and said, "aunt Jiang, what do you say the president's EQ is getting lower and lower?"

As long as Qiao Ruoxi is involved in the problem, the EQ of fengyunan will fall below the sea level.

Said that Feng Yunan's EQ was low, and aunt Jiang nodded with approval, thought about it carefully, and replied, "or, would you help him to sign up for a love training course?"

Nani? Help President report love training class?

Just kidding!

If the president knows it, he will not be cut off?

Xiuyi quickly shook his head. "Aunt Jiang, your food is delicious, but your idea is really bad!"

"You little boy!" Aunt Jiang Yang's fist, and she wants to fight.

Chu Yi hid and asked, "do you want us to help the president?"

Aunt Jiang sighed, "no one can help him with such a thing unless he wants to understand it."

That's right. If Feng Yunan can't recognize his own heart, it's useless even if others break their lips.

Chu Yi was worried about the two people inside. He was trying to urge aunt Jiang to go in and have a look. As a result, the gate of the villa opened, and the man with a dark face came out of it.

"President!"

Chu Yi shouts, but Feng Yunan doesn't seem to hear it. He goes straight to the garage.

Not long ago, a black and cool Lamborghini, like a beast, rushed out of the garage and opened the door to the sea Pavilion.

Chu Yi takes a look at Rolls Royce in front of the water fountain, and then at the decaying sports car. He screams in his heart that it's over.

Instead of driving in a car, the president drives a sports car, which is the pace of going out to express his anger.

What was the quarrel between the two just now? Now it's so bad?

Why can't we just sit down and talk about our hearts?

Feng Yunan left. Qiao Ruoxi's heart seemed to be empty. She slid down the handrail and sat on the steps. Then she buried her head in her knee and sobbed.

In fact, she really wanted to tell him that Feng Yunan blamed me for loving you.

It's because I love you that I can't stand you with other women.

I know my position. I'm not qualified to pry into your heart. I'm just a tool to have children.

But, I love you, guilty?

If you can love me, even if only a little, I will not be so sad as now.

In a rage, Feng Yunan left haizhige in a sports car and drove his speed to the limit on Binhai Avenue.

The black sports car is like a ghost, dragging the often dark black tail and shouting wildly.

After racing, he went to yinzun.

In the box, there are three excellent men, Tang Yibing, Yi Qingchen and mu Qingheng.

Tang Yibing is a regular customer of yinzun, Yi Qingchen is the boss of yinzun, mu Qingheng is the business partner of fengyunan, and all three of them are good friends of fengyunan.

When they saw Feng Yunan coming, they took him to drink.

The south side of Fengyu was like water. He sat down without saying a word and poured half a bottle of foreign wine directly.

The wine bottle smashed on the table top, shaking several men. At the first sight of his face, he guessed that today's young master Feng must be upset.

"Well, I said, wine is not worth money, nor is it like you? Like women, this wine needs to be tasted slowly. As soon as I see your wine, I know that your bedding must be rotten. "

Yi Qingchen, wearing a standing collar uniform, teases him rudely.

He is a very low-key person. He usually has no desire, no desire and no demand. It's because he has a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist. If he has nothing to do all day, he pinches them. His friends say that he can become a monk immediately after shaving his hair.

But the little girls who adore him say that he is a Buddhist God.

Yi Qingchen seldom attends all kinds of occasions and few people know him. However, the Yi family dominates both black and white, but the power behind it is very huge and cannot be underestimated.

Feng Yu Nan squinted at him and sneered, "no matter how bad my bed is, it's better than you don't have any."

He satirizes that the Buddhist God is still single, so he likes to talk about bed products in front of him?

"Well, you're not kind. I'll treat you to a drink and you'll run me on."

Yi Qingchen turns to Tang Yibing. "Old Tang, old mu, tell me, I'm not flattered. Is it easy for me?"

Mu Qingheng has always been reticent, cherishing words like gold, and uttered two words in a quiet way, "deserve it!"

Tang Yibing is a bit gloating, "who NIMA let you worry about?"

"Well, it's my worry. It's my pain. I shut up."

Yi Qingchen will punish himself with a glass and drink it up.

Feng Yunan poured himself a cup, but also looked up to dry, and then sighed deeply.

Yi Qingchen was not allowed to ask, but hearing his sigh, he couldn't help asking, "what's the matter? How about you, young master? You are sitting on the goddess of the people, occupying the little wife and enjoying the happiness of the whole people. What else do you sigh? "

"Well, why are women so annoying?" Feng Yunan sighed.

Yi Qingchen speculates, "which woman is bothering you? Wen Ke Er? Is it Little Joe

Fengyunan did not speak and was almost regarded as the default.