Mysterious husband always comes late at night

There was a silence in the carriage, and no one spoke. The little fish looked out of the window. The bright and dark light reflected on her face, but the loss became more and more obvious.

The car drove into the company and the driver was already waiting there.

Gong Ting got off, opened the door of the co driver's seat and waited for Xiaoyu to get off. He said, "let the driver take you back. Don't wait for me at night."

"Who is waiting for you?" The little fish muttered, turned and walked forward. As soon as he opened his legs, he was dragged back by the man. He looked at her unhappily, "Why are you angry?"

Xiaoyu also felt that she was angry and inexplicable. She broke away from his hand, "go quickly. It's bad for you to be late for dinner later."

Gong Ting leaned down slightly. He determined that she was angry and didn't talk to him much all the way. He pressed his hands on her shoulder, "still angry about what happened just now?"

"No." The little fish shook his head, "OK, I'll go."

Gong Zheng pulled her back again, bent over and printed a kiss on her forehead. The gentle move was like she was a rare treasure. The little fish was stunned and looked at him.

Gong Ting rubbed her head and looked a little uncomfortable. He coughed, "be good, I'll go."

Gong Ting let go of her, turned around the front of the car, sat in the cab, started the car and drove away.

The little fish looked blankly at the black Maybach driving away quickly, slowly raised his hand and pressed his forehead. There was a warm touch left, which made her heart itch slightly.

"Miss Su, please get in the car!" Behind him came the respectful voice of the driver.

The little fish regained consciousness and realized that she was just remembering his kiss. Although it was on her forehead, it made her throb more than on her lips. It's over. She's really going to fall into his tenderness.

The little fish patted his face, turned and quickly got on the bus, but his heart jumped with joy.

Gong Ting drove to the Tang Pavilion. The waiter said hello to him respectfully, "Mr. Gong, old Yan is waiting for you in the Begonia hall upstairs."

Gong Ting nodded and went straight upstairs to the Begonia hall. He adjusted his clothes. Then he pushed the door in. There was only Yanfu in the box. When he saw him go in, he got up to meet him.

"Come on, sit down!"

Gong Ting strode to him and sat down in a chair. "Uncle Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Young people are busy. It doesn't matter. I'll call my virtuous nephew over today. There's nothing else. I just have a meal and talk about the current situation." Yan's father is elegant and kind, and has the style of an English gentleman.

Gong Ting knew that when he called him, it must have something to do with Yanxi. He said quietly, "uncle and my father haven't seen each other for a long time. Why don't I call him and let him talk with you."

"No, Gong Ting, uncle has always been straightforward. He can say what he has in mind. It's mainly for Yanxi's sake to call you here today." Yanfu stopped him from calling.

Gong Ting put down his mobile phone and said, "uncle, you must have heard about the engagement between the palace family and the royal family. I just appreciate Yanxi's personal ability and never treat her as a woman."

Yan Fu's eyes darkened. On the way to Yanxi, he thought about it in his heart. If Gong Ting also meant that to Yanxi, he would turn a blind eye. But now Gong Ting clearly said that he was not interested in Yanxi, which made his previous ideas seem a little dirty.