"Wife, don't tell me, this is a love letter written to you by that wild man!" Huo Lingfeng looked at it, and then said with a smile.

"Love letter?" Zhuang Qing remembered the letter Cui Yuyuan had given him, then took it out and looked at it carefully.

The envelope was a pale beige color, with a string of small yellow flowers on the side, and it didn't look like a man writing it, but more like a love letter from a little girl.

"Wife, although I fully trust you, it doesn't mean that you can bring other people's love letters to me, your husband and I don't have such a big heart!" Huo Lingfeng said on the side.

"What nonsense are you talking about, this is what Cui Yuyuan asked me to hand over to your eldest brother. Zhuang gently flipped through the envelope twice, and then stuffed it back.

"He gave it to my eldest brother?" Huo Lingfeng's face suddenly turned cold, and then he said lightly: "I suggest that you don't give it to your eldest brother." ”

"Why?" Zhuang was slightly confused, just a letter, what could be the big deal?

"Anyway, just remember. Huo Lingfeng didn't explain, but it made Zhuang lightly curious.

I always felt that Cui Yuyuan and the two brothers of the Huo family were a little weird, but Huo Lingfeng didn't let him send a letter. I'm a journalist! How could I not have such a keen sense of smell!

He didn't let him send it, so Zhuang Qing had to send it, and by the way, he could discuss the relationship between Huo Ting and Cui Yuyuan again. Anyway, I was doing an interview with Cui Yuyuan recently, Huo Ting is a member of the army, if you can connect the entertainment industry with the army, maybe it will be a different topic!

Thinking of this, Zhuang Qing was secretly happy! he didn't care about Huo Lingfeng's admonition beside him.

Of course, Huo Lingfeng knew Zhuang Qingqing's thoughts, this girl just likes to work against herself, and the more she is not allowed to go, the more she wants to go. It's better to just let her go. After all, he still had something to ask Huo Ting.

Cafe.

Sang Yurou waited for a long time, and finally saw Zhuang gently come in from the door, gasping for breath, and then rushed directly to the front desk, picked up Sang Yurou's cup and drank a sip of water.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Sang Yurou smiled and said, "This guy is like a rock, if you don't move, he will never move." After finishing speaking, Sang Yurou glanced at Huo Ting, who was sitting in the same seat and sitting in the same posture.

"Don't look at it, I made an appointment with him. Zhuang said with a soft smile, then calmed his breathing as much as possible, and slowly walked in front of Huo Ting.

"You're five minutes late. Huo Ting looked up at Zhuang coldly and said softly.

"I'm sorry! I didn't expect it to be so difficult to call a taxi at noon. There was a slight blockage on the road!" Zhuang Qing immediately apologized.

"I don't like to make excuses. You asked me to come and say something. Huo Ting's face was expressionless, and he didn't seem to see Zhuang Qing with a look of regret at all.

Today's Zhuang is wearing a ponytail high, a short jacket of denim, a pair of denim trousers and a pair of bright yellow shiny leather boots, looking very young and pretty.

In fact, when she rushed over from the door, Huo Ting had already grabbed her figure tightly, and his heart moved.

"In fact, I was entrusted by someone to bring you something. Zhuang looked at Huo Ting's expression lightly, and hurriedly went straight to the point, otherwise he would say that he was wasting his time.

Huo Ting frowned slightly, then looked up at Zhuang lightly took out an envelope from his small backpack and placed it in front of him.

After seeing the envelope, Huo Ting frowned, then crossed his hands and leaned on the back chair: "Give him back the letter!"

"You didn't even read it, so you knew whose letter it was?" The sensitive Zhuang suddenly smelled an unusual smell of information.

"Miss Zhuang, your interview with the army has ended, and I don't need to answer. After Huo Ting finished speaking, he tidied up his clothes and wanted to get up.

"Brother Huo!" Zhuang Qingqing also quickly got up, and then looked at Huo Ting's forced stop, "Actually, it's just that I want to invite you to a cup of coffee." Don't worry, we reporters have a conscience, and if you don't want to say it, I won't ask. ”

After Huo Ting finished speaking, he continued to sit down and took a sip of coffee.

Seeing Huo Ting sit down, Zhuang Qing finally exhaled: "This letter is ......"

"This letter is from Cui Yuyuan. If you don't take it back, you can burn it. Huo Ting still said lightly.

"I don't understand, you are obviously Cui Yuyuan's friend, but why do you hate his letter so much?" Zhuang asked lightly and carefully, afraid that Huo Ting would let him leave again.

"Miss Zhuang, are you done with your question?" Huo Ting looked at Zhuang and said softly, with an impatient look on his face.

"Don't ask, just drink coffee!" Zhuang stuck out his tongue slightly, and then hurriedly lowered his head and drank his coffee.

Her playful appearance happened to be seen by Huo Ting, and suddenly a trace of incomprehension flashed in her eyes, and she turned to the outside in a blink of an eye.

When Zhuang was embarrassed by the indifference between each other, Huo Ting suddenly spoke: "Have you eaten?"

"No, come here. Zhuang said lightly and hurriedly.

"Eat here, or go somewhere else?" Huo Ting looked back at Zhuang and said softly.

"It's right here, anyway, the fat and water don't flow into the fields of outsiders!" Zhuang said with a light smile, and said silently in his heart, Sang Yurou, don't say that I don't care about you, you see that I choose to eat cake and chocolate here.

"Noodles or wontons?" Sang Yurou suddenly said with a smile on her face, who didn't know where it came from.

"When did you become a snack bar?" Zhuang was slightly taken aback, but what surprised her even more was that Sang Yurou actually started a noodle and wonton business in a café?

"It's convenient with people!" Sang Yurou glanced at Huo Ting, and then said.

This heavy color relative and friend, Sang Yurou, who can't even compare to a beautiful man in business, made it clear that he wanted Huo Ting to be able to eat lunch here, so he specially added such a few dishes.

Maybe she was used to seeing the soldiers in the army gobbling up, and she didn't feel very strange to see Huo Ting's vigorous speed of eating on the other side, and it made her feel that if she gave him a few more bowls, it was estimated that he would take it all.

Huo Lingfeng is different, even if he has a stomachache, he has a very gentlemanly demeanor when eating, and he always does not overdo it, compared to himself, the amount of food he takes is almost the same as bird food.

"Did I scare you by eating?" Zhuang gently looked at Huo Ting opposite, but he didn't expect him to suddenly raise his head and meet his line of sight.

"No, I think watching you eat makes me have a great appetite!" After saying that, Zhuang Qing immediately shifted his gaze in embarrassment, and then stared at the noodles in front of him wholeheartedly and began to eat.

Zhuang Qingqing, who bowed his head, didn't see it, Huo Ting's eyes looked at her, and the moment he lowered his head, he became much gentler.

Sang Yurou looked at the front desk and sighed, a typical duck with a hard mouth, obviously has feelings for Zhuang Qingqing, but he didn't say a word, this man is really determined!

However, looking at the emotional idiot Zhuang Qing who was concentrating on eating noodles on the other side, should he remind her more? Otherwise, if Huo Lingfeng saw the clues, I am afraid that there will be a family blood disaster!

Bidding farewell to Huo Ting, Zhuang Qing hurried to the company. I couldn't call a taxi, so I had to squeeze into the bus.

After coming down, Zhuang lightly hurried to his company, and only after walking two steps, he heard a squeak of brakes not far away, and then heard the groaning voice of an old woman.

Zhuang looked back slightly, and it turned out that a motorcycle had hit a woman about the same age as his mother, and then the motorcyclist looked left and right, and hurriedly ran away while no one was paying attention.

Zhuang lightly looked at the nearby company, gritted his teeth, and then turned around and walked to the middle-aged woman who was knocked down: "Auntie, are you okay?"

"My feet hurt so much!" The middle-aged woman was wearing a brand-name suit, her hair was meticulous and lost on the back of her head, and there was a hairpin on it that was worth a lot of money, and even the leather bag on one side looked like it was tens of thousands.

However, now that fakes are popular, it is difficult to say whether middle-aged women are using fakes.

"Auntie, can you stand up? I'll hold you. Zhuang bent down slightly, then hugged the woman in the middle and said

"No, my foot looks like it's broken!" said the middle-aged woman, shaking her head.

Zhuang could only call 120 and then sent the middle-aged woman to the hospital. After a series of examinations, it was found that she had indeed injured her foot, but the good thing was a fractured bone, not a broken bone.

"Thank you, girl!" said the middle-aged woman lying on the hospital bed looked at Zhuang gently and kindly.

"No thanks. It's just that I look at your phone as if it broke in the impact. I can't see the screen on it either, so do you remember the phone at home? Zhuang gently and generously handed over the phone.

"Thank you!" The middle-aged woman took her mobile phone, and then dialed: "I'm in the city hospital, you send someone to pick me up." ”

Zhuang looked at the middle-aged woman's expression lightly, and as soon as he made a phone call, he straightened his face, making it clear that he was not the owner of an ordinary family.

"Since someone is coming, then I'll go first. Zhuang said softly and wanted to leave.

"Well, girl, you've helped me so much, but I don't even know your name. Well, tell me what it's called. ”

"Hehe, if I say that my name is Lei Feng, will you laugh at me?" Zhuang said with a light smile, and then wrote a mobile phone number and put it next to the middle-aged woman's pillow: "This is my mobile phone, if your family doesn't come, you can just tell me again." ”

After saying that, Zhuang gently turned around and left.

The middle-aged woman looked at the back of Zhuang gently leaving, with a hint of a smile on her face, her eyes were a little confused, as if she remembered something, and her face slowly darkened.