Hidden marriage sweet honey: president, super love

Inviting people to dinner is not an interrogation. You can't bring them back by force.

Miss Susan doesn't want to come. What can she do?

Fu Yi's eyes were broad and deep, and his sharp and handsome face was gradually darkened. He took off his glasses on the bridge of his nose and sipped his thin lips. "I know. Go back."

After spending some time with him, the Filipino maid saw him sitting quietly on the sofa with a blanket on his leg and not going to eat. He was a little helpless, and then stood in the same place and said, "Sir, I think Miss Susan looks like she has cried. Will she quarrel with her boyfriend?"

They had a quarrel. Maybe Mr. Wang could take advantage of it.

Although she is Chinese, she has grown up abroad since childhood. Foreigners are open-minded. She is free and unrestrained in her feelings and pursues what she likes. There are not so many twists and turns. Jiang Nuan has a boyfriend in her eyes. It doesn't matter that Fu Yi goes after Jiang Nuan.

"She cried?" Fu Yi's brow is hard to clip.

When he went out with her in the afternoon, she was not well. How could she go back and cry again?

The day before yesterday, she also stood in the corridor and cried.

What the hell is she doing.

That man is not good to her?

Why do you always make her cry?

The Filipino maid nodded, "I cried. Miss Susan's eyes were red. When I opened the door, she didn't put on her shoes. She came barefoot and seemed to be in a bad mood."

"..." Fu Yi clenched his hands and looked more obscure.

What the hell is she doing!

If you want him to let go and pursue a new life, don't let his heart ache.

How can he let go?

The Filipino maid said a few more words. When it was time to get off work, she packed her bags and told Fu Yi to get off work.

The house was quiet again.

The crystal lamp's bright light shines down, and the delicate dishes on the dining table gradually cool down.

Fu Yi picked up the mobile phone on his hand, which was wet by his sweat. He turned out the missed phone in the address book, and the light on the screen was shining on his face. His eyes were staring at the word "Nuan Nuan". After ten minutes of hesitation, he dialed out.

"Dudu..."

The phone rang twice.

Every time is like a knock on his heart, heart hard to grasp, want her to pick up, and afraid of her to pick up.

……

After Jiang Nuan opened the door to the Filipino maid, she noticed that her cold was showing signs of recurrence. She went to find out the cold medicine at home and took one. When she came back to see her mobile phone, she found that there were many missed calls.

She had no hope, picked up the mobile phone, casual glance, only one eye, her eyes seem to be fixed.

Fu Yi.

The name of the person who didn't answer the phone this time is very clear.

It's him!

Ginger warm heart beat.

Catkin can't help pinching the phone.

Does she want to call back? What do you want to say?

Ginger warm for the first time showed a confused look, do not know what he can say in the end.

I'm sorry, I don't know. Did I make your leg fall?

Or have you had a good time recently?

Can't, can't, Jiang warm suddenly shook his head, all denied. She is holding the mobile phone, walking back and forth, just can't think of a generous and natural way to say hello.

The sky turned white, and a new morning came.

With a pair of panda eyes on his head, Jiang Nuan didn't sleep well all night. After washing his face, he picked up his bag and went out the door.