Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 543 I'm Sorry, I Didn't Consider Your Feelings

"Mr. He is worrying too much. It's inevitable that you will stumble on the road, isn't that normal?" Meng Lan said with a clear tone, and let out a melodious chuckle like a wind chime.

"Now you are more and more like Feng Mu's subordinate." He Hanchuan looked at her with extremely cold eyes. Such a clumsy excuse is not like the previous Menglan would make up.

Hearing this, Meng Lan's eyes darkened, but she quickly hid it, and calmly pulled up the clothes at the neckline, "I always respect Feng, and it is also important to maintain the cooperative relationship between the He and Feng families." I respect your order."

He Hanchuan's slender fingers clasped tightly, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together.

He did use the personal relationship between Menglan and Feng Mu to achieve a certain purpose before, but he never forced Menglan, and they got closer and closer.

What is the relationship between them is clear at a glance, but He Hanchuan is too lazy to care about it, and he will never get involved.

Walking out of the hospital, Meng Lan kept a distance of more than ten meters from Feng Mu as usual, pressed the elevator, and rode to the above-ground warehouse.

The place was empty, Meng Lan had just pressed the car key, and when she was opening the car door, her arms suddenly tightened, her high-heeled shoes clicked on the ground, and she was forced to be dragged into another car.

boom.

The door was closed.

Meng Lan had no power to resist under the disparity in strength of the man, she exclaimed, her legs were separated and sat between the man's thighs.

"Want to escape so much?" Feng Mu stared at her with amber eyes, rubbed her slender waist with his fingers, and his tone was full of sharpness, "You want to see your lover impatiently? Huh?"

The pain from her waist made Menglan hiss, she backed up, but clinging to the back of the car, "I thought Mr. Feng wanted to go back to appease his fiancée as soon as he learned of the online scandal. ?”

Feng Mu snorted coldly, "It's not your turn to judge."

Meng Lan curled her lips into a chuckle, but the absurdity did not reach her eyes at all, "Since Mr. Feng thinks I'm troublesome, why leave me in the car?"

"Ask knowingly!" Feng Mu looked at her coldly, stroked Xiang Menglan's cheongsam with his big hands, and was about to tear it off when Menglan grabbed her arm, "Don't, this cheongsam is not ordinary expensive."

"You think I can't afford it?" Feng Mu pinched her chin tightly with his slender fingers, his eyes were tinged with rage, "Menglan, after all these years, what have you asked for that I haven't bought for you?"

"..." Listening to his words, Meng Lan's expression was in a daze for a few seconds, and then a sour feeling spread in her heart.

That's right, Feng Mu has never treated her badly in terms of material goods, but he never gave her a decent status emotionally. Meng Lan couldn't escape his cage, so she simply resigned to her fate and enjoyed it.

If you can't get more love, it's good to have money.

Anyway, Feng Mu was willing to give it, so she had no reason not to accept it.

"Tearing——" With a sound, the cheongsam fabric on Menglan's thigh was torn apart, as if countless RMB had been thrown on the People's Square, and it was gone in a flash!
She laughed at herself, but wisely, she didn't resist. She held Feng Mu's face in her hands, with a rippling smile in her eyes, "Mr. Feng, I can do this kind of trivial matter."

Feng Mu looked at her with satisfaction, leaning his muscular body on the back of the chair, enjoying the moment of joy.

More than 40 minutes later, Meng Lan pushed open the car door and walked down. Her clothes were torn and shredded. She was only wearing the black suit that Feng Mu threw over her body, and her hair was messily draped over her shoulders.

Feng Mu's car was quickly started and disappeared into the garage.

Meng Lan watched the shadow of his car disappear from sight, she didn't cry or make a fuss, and laughed at herself.

She slowly spread her clenched palm, holding a black card inside.

Every time they meet, Feng Mu will give her a large sum of money, even though Meng Lan, as the owner of Meng Club, is not short of this money at all, she still accepts it calmly every time.

She would deposit this money in her bank card regularly, thinking that Feng Mu would let her go when she figured it out one day, so she took the money and went abroad to start a new life.

But at present, it seems that Feng Mu's interest in her has never diminished. It's really damn bad. I hope he can restrain himself a little after he gets married with his fiancée.

She can also... take a good breath.

……

In the evening, Xiang Wan came to the ward with food. When she opened the door, she saw He Hanchuan frowning and typing documents on the laptop.

Seeing this, Xiang Wan carried the thermos pot to the bedside table, "You are sick, you should take a good rest, what documents can't be handed over to your subordinates?"

"No, the contract signed with Feng Mu must have no loopholes in every single item. He is a determined businessman." He Hanchuan snorted coldly, his handsome face was ugly, as if he had suffered some kind of loss.

But the more he writes, the more depressed he gets. He has lost too much money in this cooperation. The most important thing is that he always feels like being caught by Feng Mu.

If it wasn't for Xiang Wan's embarrassment and begging him, he wouldn't have softened his heart!

"Both Feng Mu and Meng Lan are here?" Xiang Wan was surprised, it's very rare for President He to suffer.

"Well, let's not mention them." He Hanchuan suppressed the dryness in his brows and eyes. He stretched out his hand and hugged Xiang Wan into his arms, and raised his slender fingers to caress the scar on Xiang Wan's cheek.

Over the years, the scars have stuck tightly to Xiang Wan's face like brand marks. They are extremely ugly. When there are people, she will use a mask to cover them, and when there are no one, she dare not get too close to them.

"Don't look at it." Xiang Wan turned her head quickly, and seeing He Hanchuan's distressed eyes made her feel uncomfortable again.

Especially if she would always live in the shadow of her scar, she would feel even more insecure. Xiang Wan never did this before.

"Let's have dinner, I've made fresh soup for you." Xiang Wan pretended to be relaxed and smiled, but when her fingers lightly touched the lid of the thermos pot, her arms still trembled uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, but I never cared about your feelings." He Hanchuan hugged her from behind distressedly, and opened the lid of the pot with Xiang Wan's hands tightly, "I should have taken you to see a plastic surgeon a long time ago. After enduring so many gossips, are you also blaming me?"

"No." Hearing his self-reproach, Xiang Wan's heart warmed up. "I know you have put in a lot of hard work. After all, my scar is very difficult to treat. I can wait."

Even now, Xiang Wan was still afraid that he would be under pressure, so he forced a relaxed smile.

"We won't wait." The more she laughed, the more He Hanchuan felt sorry for her.

Under Xiang Wan's astonished gaze, He Hanchuan picked up the plastic surgery doctor's information from the side and showed it to her, "I've checked, and the doctor's resume is true. You pack it up, we're leaving next Monday."

Hearing his sudden news, Xiang Wan's heart felt like an overturned seasoning bottle. Excitement, nervousness, and worry suddenly surged up.

Next Monday, doesn't that mean there are only five days left?
Xiang Wan looked at He Hanchuan's bandaged leg, and was about to say no, when he heard him remind him first, "Don't worry, my leg can be treated abroad, but the doctor can't wait."

(End of this chapter)