Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 628 Have you cried?
Or guilty, she raised her trembling hand to caress her face, and excitedly asked her friend beside her, "I have wrinkles on my face, have I gained weight?"

The friend looked blank, "You are very beautiful, Shanshan, what stimulated you? You are a hundred times prettier than that bitch!"

You are beautiful……

Wang Zhishan's tense face relaxed slightly, and she stood extremely tired for a while, resting her arms against the counter, her eyes faintly revealing a trace of pain.

Since the plastic surgery, she has never dared to relax in maintenance.

Although she was relatively successful in the surgery, there were many sequelae. For example, she would feel pain all over her body in windy and rainy days, and her scars would be seen without makeup, so she had to lock the door at night when she slept.

But these pains are nothing compared to the inferiority complex that Meng Lan blocked and ridiculed at the school gate back then!

From then on, she vowed that she would never turn back to the little chubby girl she was back then. She would take everything Menglan owned, including... Feng Mu!
Meng Lan came out of the building, lost her interest in shopping, and got into a car under the leadership of the bodyguards. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Feng Mu sitting in the car.

She was slightly stunned, but still got into the car, "Why are you here, not in the company?"

Feng Mu closed his eyes tightly, although his expression was a little tired, but his whole body still exuded a cold aura, Meng Lan subconsciously sat down next to her.

"Can I eat you?" Feng Mu grabbed her arm and pulled her to his side.

Menglan raised her hand to support the seat, stabilized her body, and watched him dishonestly touch her waist, and when she wanted to lift up her clothes and grope up, she was held down in time, "Feng Mu, Are you crazy? This is in the car!"

She deliberately lowered her voice, and the bodyguards in front did not look at each other, pretending not to see each other.

Feng Mu gave a faint 'hmm', stopped what he was doing, but rested his chin on her neck, looking at her reddened ears.

"Are you in a good mood for shopping?"

He picked up the blood jade in Menglan's hand, "You bought this thing after paying me 1000 million?"

Meng Lan sneered, "This is snatched from your precious fiancee. Compared with the price, I think it's more interesting to watch her get jealous."

"You are so eloquent!" Feng Mu bit her earlobe lightly as if punishing, "Need me to tell you the tens of millions you have paid me today? How do you plan to make up for me?"

Meng Lan's whole body was sensitive like an electric current, she felt a little strange seeing Feng Mu being so intimate with herself, why did he suddenly become like this?

Such an intimate contact shouldn't have happened to them!

She lowered her eyes lightly, and pushed him away, "When you go shopping, you are stared at by so many bodyguards, and from time to time you are picked on by your precious fiancee. You think it is enjoyment, but I don't think so!"

She didn't expect to wait for a reply, she just sat silently on the other side, resting her chin with her hands, and looked out the window.

Feng Mu also seemed to see her reluctance, his slender fingers pressed the creases between his brows, "It's so hard to serve!" He sternly rebuked, and the carriage fell into silence.

Menglan didn't bother to guess his thoughts, she bowed her head in the car and sent a text message to He Hanchuan, reminding her about the scandal in the Dream Club and apologizing. Fortunately, He Hanchuan suppressed it in time, and the loss was not too great.

Back at Feng's house, just as Menglan got out of the car, she saw a familiar black luxury car parked not far away, the door was opened, and Han Cheng walked out with an exquisite gift box.

"Xiaorui." At the beginning of spring, he was wearing a brown-yellow long coat, walking towards her in the wind of Yushu.

"Why are you here?" Meng Lan was surprised.

"The Babao Pavilion I passed by bought you a pastry that you loved most when you were a child. I'll bring it to you while it's hot. You can try it." Han Cheng smiled and handed the gift box in front of her.

Meng Lan was stunned, looking at the gift box, her heart was filled with warmth.

Just as he was about to reach out to take it, he heard Feng Mu get out of the car surrounded by a group of bodyguards, took the gift box one step faster than her, and sneered, "Vice President Han really has a heart, how could he know that I want to eat pastry the most recently?" ? I took it for her!"

"Feng Mu, why do you make decisions for me? And if you stand here with so many bodyguards, you will scare my friends!" Meng Lan was annoyed.

Feng Mu's complexion was also very ugly, his falcon-like eyes narrowed dangerously,
"It's a good thing for me to disturb you? Don't forget, whose territory are you standing on now!"

"You..." Menglan was about to speak, but was interrupted by Han Cheng's good temper, "Forget it, don't argue, I just give the cake to Xiaorui, and I have to go on a business trip at night."

"Xiao Rui, take care of yourself." Han Cheng took a step forward, raised his hand and stroked her head gently, "I'll bring you a gift when I come back."

He completely treated Feng Mu as a stranger, and he got into the car and left without even saying hello.

Watching his car drive out of sight, Menglan suddenly remembered that the key to the villa had not been returned, but at present, it seemed that she could only wait for Hancheng to return from a business trip.

"Very sad?" Feng Mu caught the emotion in her eyes, displeasure arose in his heart, and even the slightest attraction to her disappeared completely.

He reminded sarcastically, "When did you lose even the most basic self-awareness?"

"You have not been the eldest lady of the Liu Group, the daughter of a murderer. With your current capital, are you worthy of her?"

murderer's daughter...

Menglan was stung by his words, half-closed her eyes, and tried her best to restrain the excitement in her heart, "President Feng is right, I am not good enough for anyone, so please... stay away from me!" , she approached the Feng family.

But the moment she turned her head, her eye sockets were flushed, and she quickly lowered her head, covering her sadness with the strands of hair hanging down.

She didn't feel too sad when anyone commented on her life experience.

Only Feng Mu, every word was deeply rooted in her heart, smashing all her self-esteem!

Uncle Zhao has already prepared dinner, walked out of the kitchen, wiped his hands, "Miss, dinner is ready..."

"Uncle Zhao, I don't want to eat." Menglan's voice was choked up, and just as she spoke, tears began to fall uncontrollably, and she hurried up the stairs.

After a while, Feng Mu also opened the door and walked in, feeling very depressed.

Uncle Zhao greeted him quickly, and took the suit jacket from him, "Mr. Feng, dinner is ready."

He stretched out his hand to tug on the tie, gave a faint 'hmm', and inadvertently raised his eyes to look at Menglan's closed door upstairs.

Uncle Zhao pretended to sigh, "Ms. Meng just came home, as if she had cried, and said she didn't eat anymore, and I don't know what happened to her."

Cry?
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes and frowned tightly. Was what he just said really too serious?
(End of this chapter)