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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

When Zhuang woke up in the morning, he found that the person next to the pillow was empty again.

If I hadn't walked to the kitchen and saw that the pots inside were empty, there was obviously a prepared breakfast on the table. I have to wonder if the man who entered the door last night between waking up and half asleep is a real person, or if he had a dream.

Really, there's no need to be busy like that. No one can see each other anymore.

I complained two or three times in my heart, and then Zhuang lightly ate breakfast casually, and then wanted to leave.

Sang Yurou's phone quickly caught up: "I said gently, didn't you ask me about that nourishing soup yesterday." My mother said that chicken soup is the most replenishing, especially the old ** soup. Ay. Wait, where did I write it? ”

After hearing the waste of time and money on the other end of the phone for almost five minutes, Sang Yurou let out a sharp exclamation, and finally her voice appeared on the other end of the microphone again: "I'm sorry, gently, the piece of paper I wrote down seems to have been lost." ”

"Hey. It's rare for me to ask you for one thing, and you can bring me a three-legged cat. Zhuang gently put down his pen and complained.

"Oh, really, who doesn't have a mother who can cook soup at home. You won't ask your mother. Sang Yurou said angrily.

"My mom won't. Zhuang rolled her eyes lightly and said, "Do you want to know why her current taste is so strange, and basically she has no relationship with foodies." The reason is that her mother is a person who can't cook, she was busy performing when she was a child, and her father is also a busy middle school teacher. It's all solved outside by yourself, and then brought back to feed Zhuang gently.

Even if you are at home now, two people can simply cook braised pork, then it is a big dish, and you have to cook soup. No one in her family was in such a good mood. So I can only consult Sang Yurou's mother.

"Got it, got it. Sang Yurou hurriedly cut off Zhuang's words that were about to start complaining: "I'll write another one later." Really, has the sun been coming out of the west these days? Zhuang was about to start boiling the soup. ”

"Mouthy. You also study hard to save the time when Yu Wenhao goes out to steal food. Zhuang said softly warning.

"Crow's beak. Sang Yurou immediately hung up her phone.

Zhuang sighed softly, Yu Wenhao said that Huo Lingfeng basically didn't eat much at noon, and he was reading documents all day long, so although he cooked soup by himself today, he could try to buy a healthy soup to nourish him.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Qingqing still had a little bit of guilt in his heart, and after thinking about it carefully, he never seemed to have ordered even a takeout for him.

Although they are also a nominal couple, of course, they often have substance, but they should always do something that their wives have to do. Zhuang thought of this, so he hurriedly turned on his mobile phone, and then carefully searched for the best soup shop nearby, and after finalizing one, he quickly rushed away.

Who is Zhuang Qingqing. Who else is the most efficient person to do things? Looking at the pot of soup slowly in his hand, Zhuang gently felt that he had instantly become a good wife and mother-level character.

Then he called a taxi and walked to Huo Lingfeng's company.

Although the driver already knows the road enough, Zhuang is not familiar with it, so after blindly directing left and right, he wasted nearly 100 yuan at the door of the company.

After paying the money, he was about to get out of the car, but Zhuang Qingqing suddenly saw the picture of Huo Lingfeng and a woman walking out of the company from the window.

I couldn't see Huo Lingfeng's expression clearly, but that woman was a stunner, she shook her head, her face was full of happy smiles, and her hand was very naturally on Huo Lingfeng's elbow. From time to time, his head was slightly resting on Huo Lingfeng's shoulder.

Then I saw them quickly get into a sports car and quickly leave Huo Lingfeng's company, obviously the car was not Huo Lingfeng's.

Suddenly, Zhuang gently felt that his heart seemed to be like chicken soup that had suddenly cooled, and a layer of oil slick had accumulated on the surface, and he did not move at all.

Lie. The guy lied.

She didn't know the woman, but a name was clearly imprinted on her head, Dy. She's dy. Absolutely.

This guy has been going in and out with dy every day for the past few days, and he actually colluded with Yu Wenhao to hide himself. All right. Huo Lingfeng. You bastard. If I believe in you again, there will be ghosts.

"Miss. Miss. It's time for you to get out of the car. The driver looked at Zhuang lightly holding his hand and was in a daze, and reminded softly.

"Don't. Zhuang suddenly roared, startling the driver as well.

"Miss, if you don't get out of the car, how can I go. The driver turned aggrievedly and looked at Zhuang and said softly.

"I said I wouldn't get out of the car. You're not going to drive any further. Zhuang raised his head lightly and glared at the driver and said.

The driver, who was lightly startled by Zhuang, was immediately stunned, and then started the car and drove away directly.

Zhuang Qing's mind was full of those lies between Huo Lingfeng and Yu Wenhao, and the intimate movements between DY and Huo Lingfeng, over and over again.

Uncomfortable. Anger is followed by discomfort. Zhuang Qingqing had never felt so uncomfortable, as if his whole heart had been pulled up. She shouldn't be uncomfortable, Huo Lingfeng's bastard wasn't sincere in the first place, was she. It's just back to normal.

He was originally a playboy, didn't he already know about it. I used to be a paparazzi myself, and there were not a lot of anecdotes about catching him. I would have believed him. Are you really stupid?

I don't know why, but my eyes are astringent, and I gently wiped it with my hand, but I found that I don't know when it started, and the tears have hung up. It seems that I can't wipe it off a single drop.

"Miss. Don't cry first, tell me where you're going. The driver whispered from the rear mirror.

"I don't know. Zhuang said softly, looking at the surrounding scenery aimlessly, brushing in front of him little by little, not knowing what he should do and what he could do.

The driver had no choice but to drive straight ahead, but he also had a good eye and drove back to the place where he picked up the village. Then stop gently.

Zhuang looked outside, obviously not far from his home, so he opened the door directly and walked out.

"Hey. Miss. You haven't paid yet. The driver hurriedly stopped Zhuang Qingqing, who was a little distracted.

"Big brother, you haven't eaten yet. It's hard work to be a driver. Zhuang looked back at the driver lightly and smiled: "This chicken soup will be given to you." ”

"Ahh Oh. Thank you. But that car money. The driver looked at the chicken soup that Zhuang gently placed in his hand, and then nodded, but he still didn't forget the money for the car.

"My chicken soup is 100 yuan, and you send me 60 yuan. Zhuang said softly, looked at the meter in front of the car and said, then she slowly got up, looked at the driver, and suddenly yelled: "You still owe me forty." I don't care. You're a ghost. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhuang gently turned around and walked towards his house, leaving a driver who was frightened but confused by Zhuang lightly standing in place.

Exchange chicken soup for tolls. But I don't want to drink chicken soup, no.

Zhuang gently left the scene as fast as he could, then walked into the supermarket and hid, only to exhale slowly when he saw the taxi leave.

It's not that she's so depressed that she wants to pay her bills, or it's not that she has a headache when she looks at chicken soup. That's because I only have a hundred dollars in cash with me. There's no way to pay more.

I only hope that I can see this driver again next time, and I will definitely make up for it, but now I say that I don't have money, and it will be a big mess.

Zhuang gently moved back to his home little by little, and then threw himself on the bed. My mind was empty, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

The other side.

Huo Lingfeng frowned and looked at the road ahead. He had no idea that Dy would suddenly come to his company to look for him. All the people in the company thought that they had something to do with her, and even Yu Wenhao sent him away with a gloating expression.

"I'm sorry I didn't cause you any trouble. DY looked at Huo Lingfeng and said with a smile.

Huo Lingfeng didn't answer, but if he didn't answer, he acquiesced.

"That's right, it's actually because there was a problem with the documents I brought last time, so I asked them to send another one, and it's already here today, I'll go with you to get it, and then look at it together. Dy explained.

"You can just give it to me when you take it, I have a meeting in the afternoon." Huo Lingfeng looked at DY and said, how could he not know DY's thoughts. It's nothing more than trying to trick himself out of the company and accompany her.

"Don't you give me all this time? Dy suddenly pursed her mouth, and her face showed a pitiful expression, as aggrieved as she wanted. Any man can't bear to refuse when he sees it.

"Dy, take the documents and go back, I need Yu Wenhao and them to participate in the discussion with me, this project is not up to you and me. Huo Lingfeng was not moved by her pity at all, and still said coldly.

Dy sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "Okay. Your mind has also been seen through by you. I can't force you like that anymore. ”

After saying that, Dy made a turn, and then the car went back the way it came.

"How. Huo Lingfeng frowned and looked at DY with a puzzled expression.

"I've already taken the stuff, in the back car. I wanted to take this opportunity to be alone with you for a while, but now that you're talking so seriously, as a professional project director, I wouldn't be too amateurish, would I? DY said with a smile, and then continued to drive the car to Huo Lingfeng's company.

Huo Lingfeng smiled coldly, then picked up the file behind him, and wanted to open the car door.

But suddenly the hand was held down by Dy, and then Dy's body leaned on his body very quickly, staring at him with a tight face: "Don't you really want to be alone with me?"

Huo Lingfeng looked at her face and shook his head resolutely.