Love-hunting CEO Too Strong

Bai Ling suddenly came back to herself, barely smiling. She looked away from him and said, "it's OK. I'm assigned to do some temporary work in the company. I have to go out."

"Then I'll take you." Murphy said immediately.

Bai Ling shakes her head in a hurry, with a trace of confusion hidden in her eyes: "no, I'll just take a taxi myself. Our... Relationship is not suitable for public at the moment. If you pick me up, it will lead to gossip."

Mo Fei see her unwilling, although some disappointed, but also did not force her.

Bai Ling saw several bowls of noodles on the table. The bowl was so big that she didn't have time to pick out coriander for him[

"I'm sorry I haven't picked out coriander for you."

She felt that there was a faint apology in her heart. She wanted to do something for him to make him happy, but it always made you look forward to it and then disappointed.

"Just pick it for me next time. You'll pick it for me later, won't you?"

His eyes are full of the light of expectation, looking at her, as long as she agreed, as if nothing is important.

White Ling chest a hot, white face with a little bit of gentleness: "yes, after you pick."

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It's Feng tianwu who called. She asked Bai Ling to a membership teahouse.

Follow the waiter in. It's an antique single room.

Feng Tian sits on her knees in front of the tea table, concentrating on making kungfu tea. The air is filled with the faint fragrance of Biluochun. The room is full of wooden furniture and floors, and there is a pot of Camellia on the table of eight immortals.

Give people an atmosphere of simple connotation, impetuous heart, slowly affected by this elegant atmosphere to calm down.

Bai Ling takes off her shoes and kneels down at the tea table. She quietly looks at Feng Tian dance and her face is calm.

What has happened is irreparable. Even if she hates the bullying of Fengtian dance, it's useless.

Fengtianwu put a delicate jiangxinyue porcelain cup in front of her and sighed, "have a cup of tea. I think we all need to calm down and have a good talk."

Feng tianwu's face looks helpless, with a trace of guilt between her eyebrows. Her appearance is not as particular as it used to be, and the smile on her face has faded.

Bai Ling felt as if she was a few years old all of a sudden, with a kind of instant withered old state.

Bai Ling picked up the tea and took a sip of it. After a light bitter taste, it was light fragrant and sweet.