C101 'Stupid girl, I don't care about you! '

Gao Wenhan widened his eyes. In order to confirm that what he saw was not an illusion, she used her hand to wipe her eyes. When she raised her head, there was no one else on the green field, let alone Dong Jiajia.

"Perhaps I was mistaken." After thinking for a while, Gao Wenhan let out a long sigh of relief and tried his best to warn himself. This was just a false alarm, or perhaps it was due to the adverse reactions caused by his bad conscience.

Anyway, Dong Jiajia had left. The person who had left had disappeared for three years. Old Man Gu had done everything he could to find that person. He would never come back, no matter how hard he tried.

After Gu Lin visited a few familiar friends in the legal world in Paris, he quickly returned to Milan. Gao Wenhan also gradually calmed down because of his words.

Meanwhile, Ying Yue, who was also busy in G City, was currently gulping down her bitter coffee. She was anxiously rushing an extra assignment that did not belong to her, but was instead overflowing with work.

After work, Little Zhang did not stay to fight alongside her sister Ying Yue as usual. Instead, he was sent home early. Therefore, Ying Yue was the only person left in the office, a lone lamp.

"What did you say?" After Lin Chuchu received Little Zhang's call, he shouted in dissatisfaction, "It's over, it's over, this girl has already entered the insane mode of self-torture."

No, "Little Zhang ate a mouthful of instant noodles and said without a care," It's fine, it's normal for Sister Yingyue to be here today. Not only did she complete the interview very quickly, she even received a few manuscripts.

"I'll tell you …" Lin Chuchu said halfway through his sentence, then changed to a tone that sounded as though he was saying that there was no hope for him, "Little Zhang Student, I say, what exactly is in your mind, neither you nor Ying Yue are normal. Get a card tomorrow, come to my clinic, I'll teach you two a lesson."

Little Zhang hung up for no reason and grumbled in grievance.

"Seriously, what are you talking about that has nothing to do with Ying Yue's death? But the result? Aren't you asking for information from me? How is there anything wrong with Ying Yue and I?" Little Zhang grabbed the chicken feet next to him and took a big bite.

Lin Chuchu was still worried, she took up the key and wanted to drive to the magazine to check on the situation, but when she got to the entrance of the profound entrance, she immediately stopped the car, because she felt that she couldn't get used to Ying Yue doing this again. To be exact, she wanted Ying Yue to get a blood lesson, because that way, she could have a better memory.

"Damn girl, I won't care about you."

Thus, Lin Chuchu placed the key back to its original place and comfortably laid back on the sofa. The desperate housewife for the second season was currently rebroadcasting the story of Susan and the plumber Mike. Lin Chuchu pursed her lips at the male actor who was covered in tendons in the picture.

However, what Lin Chuchu did not expect was that Ying Yue or his senior brother, the warm-blooded guy, would also carry out a series of actions.

This was a premeditated operation, one that was slightly dark, but not enough to rise to the good and evil of human nature. This was because, in a sentence that both Fei Yapeng and Gao Wenhan agreed with, they were just thinking of what they had always wanted to obtain and should have been given to them.

For example, love.

The strings of words that had been imperceptibly inspired turned into words as they crawled up the grid. Everything had originally been going smoothly, but at the end of the last point, Ying Yue paused for a very long time, but she was still unable to meet her own requirements.

Ying Yue was too tired, and even a little impatient, so she reached for the coffee cup on the table. Perhaps this kind of poison could give her some inspiration, but her eyes remained glued to the screen as she searched the table for a while, but to no avail.

However, when a cup of warm milk tea appeared in her hands, the peculiar her suddenly turned around. Fei Yapeng was standing behind her with a smile on his face.

"You …" Ying Yue widened her eyes behind her glasses in shock. "How did you get in here?"

"Of course I walked in," Fei Yapeng joked as he curled his lips. "Don't tell me that you think I will fall from the sky?"

Everything that had happened all those years ago appeared before her eyes. Milk tea, milk tea, to this day, she still did not drink it. The most important reason was because Fei Yapeng had brought her bad memories about milk tea.

"Drink it," Fei Yapeng took off the glasses on Ying Yue's face and said, "Don't worry, this wasn't stolen. I bought it from the milk tea shop. Try it, Uncle Security said it was delicious."

Ying Yue smiled. "I didn't expect that you, the CEO of a multinational company, would have successfully infiltrated our magazine. You've already bribed Uncle Security, so why are you here?"

"That's enough, do you still have me in your eyes?" Fei Yapeng put down the teacup in his hand. He wore a simple suit, and with his arms folded, he smiled again.

"Let's go." Fei Yapeng didn't let her off that easily.

"Where to?" Ying Yue was a bit confused. "I'm still working overtime. If I don't get the script tomorrow, our editor will definitely eat me up."

"What do you think you're doing?" Fei Yapeng turned the chair underneath her, holding onto the handle of the chair and pretended to be unhappy as he said, "I wonder who invited you to dinner. Eldest senior brother has already waited for such a long time, isn't this a little too slow?"

Only now did Ying Yue recall that not long ago, Gu Lin and her had promised to invite Fei Yanpeng for a meal. She hadn't expected Gao Wenhan's matter to come to light and Gu Lin had followed her out of the country, so she had forgotten about it.

"Oh, it's time to eat," Ying Yue pretended to have come to a realization, "But Senior Brother, it's almost 12, there shouldn't be any place for me to treat you to dinner."

"Who says no," Fei Yapeng took Ying Yue's bag and coat without giving any explanation, "I know of a place that must still be open for business."

"Senior Brother, I haven't finished my script. How about tomorrow, I will treat you to a feast in an advanced restaurant, I promise …"

"Are you going or not?" Pressing her cheek, Fei Yapeng dotingly, happily, and extremely happily said, "Senior Brother, I'm definitely going to eat today's meal. I say, Ying Yue, why are you still as stingy and stingy as when you were at school?"

"It hurts, it hurts …" Ying Yue begged for mercy, but they had no choice but to obey. The two of them walked out of the magazine's entrance together and sat in Fei Yapeng's car.

"Where are we going?" Ying Yue fastened her seatbelt and asked.