Lucky to Have You Till the End

Putting the flowers on the table, she took the card and walked to a corner with no one.

Seeing that she received the flowers, Feng Qu did not surprise or smile. He looked at Gu Ranran suspiciously, and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Gu Ranran shrugged, naturally she would not reveal her personal feelings to Xinyan, "sorry, no comment."

Feng Qu looked at the flowers thrown on the table by Tang Xinyan, then looked at her slender and lonely figure standing in the corner, her slender eyebrows frowned.

Could it be that she is not happy?

So, does he still have a chance?

...

Tang Xinyan took out her cell phone and actively dialed Mo Chiwei's number.

Although she deleted his number a few days ago, she had already formed a deep impression in her mind. Even if she didn't save it, she could easily press the number.

At that time, Mo Chiwei was drinking tea and chatting with Chi Zhiheng in the office. He saw the words ‘Mrs. Mo’ suddenly appearing on the screen of his mobile phone, and a trace of joy flashed across his dark eyes.

Chi Zhiheng lighted the cigarette from his fingertips in the ashtray, and from the corner of his eye he glanced at the caller ID of Mo Chiwei's phone. He smashed his mouth enviously, "Fourth brother, it seems you didn't lie to me, Tang Xinyan I really love you so badly. In this case, I still take the initiative to call you, which really makes Yangmu jealous!"

Although Mo Chiwei's handsome and indifferent face didn't have much emotional changes, the dark eyes were still dotted with soft light. He picked up the phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, for fear that Chi Zhiheng could overhear the content of the call.

Chi Zhiheng held the smoke between her **** thin lips, leaned back on the sofa in a lazy posture, and narrowed his peachy eyes while watching Mo Chiwei's tall and tall back.

From his perspective, only Mo Chi's angular profile could be seen, and the fine sunlight shone in from the French windows and fell on the corners of his slightly raised lips, inexplicably charming.

Chi Zhiheng hasn't seen him look like a boy who just fell in love for many years.

Tang Xinyan is quite capable!

It's just that the arc of the corners of his mouth hasn't lasted for ten seconds before it becomes a straight line.

The gentleness just disappeared, replaced by cold solemnity.

Obviously the other party hung up the phone, and the back of the big palm of Wei Mo Chi's hand holding the phone, the blue veins bulged.

Chi Zhiheng had to doubt whether he would crush the phone in a rage.

"Four brother, what did Tang Xinyan tell you?" Chi Zhiheng could guess that it was certainly not a good thing. He couldn't help but laugh, "Isn't she attractive in front of her? Why would she still call you? "

Mo Chiwei thought of the two words Tang Xinyan said to him just now on the phone, and his whole body exuded a bit of chill.

——You gave the roses, right? Don't do this kind of thing again next time, no matter how much you send, I cannot forgive you.

——In the future, we will stop contacting.

Before he could say a word, she hung up the phone.

Who is so bold to give her roses before she gets divorced?

Even if he doesn't understand romance anymore, he knows what it means to send roses.

Ignoring Chi Zhiheng, Mo Chiwei sullenly called her back.

After a few rings, he was connected. Before she could speak, his voice was low and cold and a little sullen, "I didn't send the flowers."

Tang Xinyan was stunned for a while, before reacting, she stammered, "No, didn't you send it?" She felt ashamed and embarrassed for her previous self-love and taking it for granted.

"I misunderstood you, sorry."

"If you like it, I will send you off every day from now on." He said in a low voice.

Tang Xinyan blushed and refused, "No, I'm going to work soon, I won't tell you, bye."