President Hunting Love is too fierce

Bai Ling suddenly came back to her senses, forced a smile, avoided him, lowered her head and said calmly: "It's okay, the company has assigned me some temporary work, I have to go out."

"Then I'll take you there." Mo Fei said immediately.

Bai Ling hurriedly shook her head, with panic hidden in her eyes: "No need, I can just take a taxi by myself, our... relationship is not suitable for publicity yet, if you use a car to pick me up, it will attract gossip."

Seeing that she didn't want to, Mofei was disappointed, but he didn't force her.

Bai Ling saw several bowls of noodles on the table, the bowls were big, she didn't have time to pick coriander for him. [

"I haven't picked out cilantro for you yet, sorry."

She felt a faint apology in her heart. She wanted to do something for him to make him happy, but she would always disappoint you after you were full of expectations.

"Just pick it for me next time, and you will pick it for me in the future, right?"

He looked at her with anticipation in his eyes, as long as she agreed, nothing seemed to matter.

Bai Ling's chest burned, and a little tenderness appeared on her white face: "Yes, I will choose for you in the future."

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It was Feng Tianwu who called, and she invited Bai Ling to a member-only tea room.

Follow the waiter in, it is a quaint single room.

Feng Tianwu sat kneeling upright in front of the tea table, concentrating on brewing Kung Fu tea, the faint fragrance of Biluochun wafted in the air, the room was full of wooden furniture and floors, and a pot of camellia was placed on the Eight Immortals table.

It gives people a simple and connotative atmosphere, and the impetuous heart is gradually calmed down by this elegant atmosphere.

Bai Ling took off her shoes and knelt down by the tea table. She looked at Feng Tianwu quietly with a calm expression on her face.

What has happened is irreversible, no matter how much she hates Feng Tianwu's coercion, it is useless.

Feng Tianwu put an exquisite Jiang Xinyue porcelain cup in front of her, and sighed: "Have a cup of clear tea, I think we all need to calm down and have a good talk."

Feng Tianwu's face looked very helpless, with a hint of guilt in his brows, his appearance was not as exquisite as before, and the smile that was usually on his face faded away.

Bai Ling felt that she seemed to be a few years older all of a sudden, with a kind of aging that withered instantly.

Bai Ling picked up the tea and took a sip. After the slight bitterness, it was slightly fragrant and sweet.