Husband, Please Stop Flirting

Many years later, on the streets of London, when Feng clearly saw Cheng Ziyu holding the child and holding Marita's hand, he simply nodded and said hello, and missed each other.

Time can smooth many things, such as the hatred in Marita's heart and Cheng Ziyu's palpitation on the wind and Anne.

Once there was a girl named Annie, who looked like Feng ChuChu with seven or eight points, but was born with heart disease. They began to know each other since primary school. At first, Cheng Ziyu didn't like this charming girl.

But the girl liked him very much. She followed him all day and called her brother Ziyu. Time passed unconsciously. Both of them grew up. Annie had been following Cheng Ziyu. Cheng Ziyu was also familiar with Annie's existence and realized that she liked Annie.

Until one day, the girl who called her brother Ziyu all day suddenly died and died without warning. Cheng Ziyu felt that his heart seemed empty. He couldn't accept the fact that Annie died until many years later, he saw that she looked like Annie.

His heart began to beat slowly. Unfortunately, Feng ChuChu was not Annie and would not cry and call brother Ziyu behind him.

Ya'er was also very shocked when he heard the news of Cheng Xie's fragmentation. Especially after he found that there was a clear trace of wind in it through investigation, his face sank.

At night, Feng ChuChu was called to the study by Yar.

"You did Cheng's work?" Yar asked directly.

The wind clearly shrugged. "Uncle Yar, I stay at home all day. How can I have such a big self."

YAL sneered and threw a document at the wind. "Are these your people?"

Feng ChuChu took the information and took a look. They were all the people she was buried in the dark. She couldn't help getting cold under her feet. YAL knew what she had done.

"How did I teach you not to leave your tail? That's what you do?" Yar asked expressionless.

"I didn't handle it well." Feng ChuChu apologized without thinking about it.

Yalian snorted, "if you want to be the helmsman hiding behind the scenes, you must have the patience and magnanimity that the helmsman should have."

Feng ChuChu wants to ask YAL why he told him this. Haven't they all decided to give him up? Finally, Feng ChuChu opens his mouth and doesn't say anything.

YAL waved impatiently, "all right, you go out"

"Uncle Yar good night" Feng ChuChu bowed and turned to go out. This time, she still met Daisy who was ready to go in. Daisy looked at Feng ChuChu with sarcasm in her eyes, and Feng ChuChu selectively ignored it.

In the following time, Feng ChuChu focused on Allen, ebb and Locke. Locke had disappeared for a long time. The contract signed between Feng ChuChu and the Watson family finally turned into a contract signed between Yar and the Watson family. If Yar hadn't colluded with the Watson family in advance, Yar wouldn't have succeeded so easily.

Thinking that Feng ChuChu sneered, she knew that the Watson family would stay behind.

Ellen and Abe have done a lot of unusual activities these years. Feng ChuChu can send them to prison as long as he digs something at random. He just wants to dig there. All the people Feng ChuChu sent to them have been sent away.

Without a clue, Feng ChuChu drove around London to see if the card could have any thoughts. Suddenly, Feng ChuChu saw a familiar figure on a street corner. Feng ChuChu quickly followed up the car. If she was right, it should be Abby. Who is the man around him?

Thinking that Feng ChuChu's shoulder was patted, Feng ChuChu subconsciously stopped the other party's hand.

I saw the end of the yuan shouting pain, and the wind quickly let go of the end of the yuan.

"Why are you here?" Feng asked clearly.

Yuan Mo rubbed his sore arm and said, "buy something for our president. Originally, Miss Feng, you were here. Just now, our president called you and no one answered. He thought something had happened to you, but now it is estimated that he has arrived at your door."

Feng ChuChu hurriedly took out his mobile phone. As soon as he saw that there were dozens of missed calls, Feng ChuChu hurriedly dialed back, and soon the phone was answered.

"Where are you?" Feng asked clearly.

"It's coming to your No. 1 scholar music. Where are you?" Si Yeqing's tone is very flat, without ups and downs, but the wind clearly knows that Si Yeqing is angry.

"I'm on Warner street. Yuanmo is with me."

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, when Feng ChuChu mentioned his name, he immediately mentioned it in his throat. After that, the president will blame him and don't tell him the clear news earlier.

"Stay there, don't move, I'll be right there," said Si Yeqing and hung up the phone.

Feng looked at the mobile phone in a clear and speechless way. She still had to track people. "At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, you're waiting for your president. I'll go first."

Yuan Mo grabbed Feng ChuChu's arm and said with a bitter face, "where are you going?"

"I have other things"

"No, you can't go. What should I do if you go?" fortunately, they spoke Chinese, otherwise they didn't know what kind of jokes to make.

"But I'm really busy," Feng said helplessly. I don't know if she can catch up now and see Abby.

"No, you can't go. You have to wait here for the president," Yuan Mo said stubbornly.

Looking at the funny eyes of the people around them, Feng ChuChu sighed helplessly, "shall we go to the cafe next to you and wait for your president?"

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the commissar agreed wrongfully. They went upstairs and ordered two cups of coffee. They opened the books prepared by the coffee shop for customers on the table, and then drank a sip of coffee from time to time. They looked very leisurely.

On the contrary, at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, he looked at the direction of the stairs from time to time to see if there was a figure of his own president.

Until a slender black figure appeared in the vision of the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the end of the Yuan Dynasty was relieved, quickly stood up and respectfully said "President"

Si Yeqing nodded faintly, and his sight fell on a little woman who was absorbed in reading on his seat.

"The president, if there's nothing wrong, I'll go first." Yuan Mo said.

Si Yeqing nodded. At the end of Yuan Dynasty, he quickly left the cafe, as if there were some monsters chasing him.

Si Yeqing gestured to the waiter. The waiter immediately came forward and took away the cup of coffee he hadn't drunk at the end of yuan, and then gave Si Yeqing a cup of coffee again.

As time went by, Si Yeqing looked at his book and saw the fascinated wind clearly. A place in his heart was slowly collapsing. He cherished such a quiet time.

Finally, Feng ChuChu narrowed his eyes and stretched his waist. "At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, hasn't your president arrived yet? I'm almost finished reading this book. You can talk to your president later, can you stop..."