Feng Chengyu put away his phone and looked up at the woman opposite.

His gaze was as calm as water, and he couldn't see any emotion.

Neither of them took the initiative to speak, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Ding Dong prayed that he had forgotten the question he had just asked on a whim, and laughed dryly: "The meal is also finished, I will go upstairs first." ”

She got up and was about to leave, but when she just turned her back, she was stopped by Feng Chengyu: "You haven't answered my question just now." ”

Ding Dong turned around and saw his handsome face shrouded in the lights of the restaurant, looking directly at her gaze focused and sharp: "Three years ago, why did you suddenly disappear. ”

Ding Dong opened his mouth, only to feel that his mouth was dry. She looked at the familiar face in front of her, and suddenly felt extremely sad in her heart.

She wasn't without delusions about being with him.

He is so elegant and noble, and his every move shows his extraordinary identity. He was the light that suddenly burst into her life, and it had made her delight and full of anticipation. But that's all in the past.

The story of Cinderella and Prince Charming is inherently unrealistic, not to mention, Cinderella was originally an aristocrat.

The person standing beside him will never be her, who has no father and mother, and Ding Dong, who is unbearable to the past.

She then smiled, her tone was light, but she said, "Because I stole your mother's things, I feel weak, and I think it would be better to leave as soon as possible." Otherwise, it will be a shame for you to personally execute me in public. ”

When Feng Chengyu heard this, his face was covered with a thin layer of frost.

"You approached me from the beginning with ulterior motives, didn't you?" he asked, his voice hoarse with a hint of restrained anger.

"Yes. Ding Dong did not shy away from looking at him, his hands clenched into fists.

Since he also hated himself, then just let him think like this, she didn't want to have any entanglement with the person in front of her anymore. It's good to keep the relationship now, he uses her, she works for him. As soon as the three-year contract expires, she will pack herself up and get out of the way, and never appear in front of him again.

"Good. He stood up and stared at her, his body radiating flamboyant anger, and his words were mean and hurtful: "As you say, I should not be interested in the past of an inferior person. Ding Dong, just when I was blind. ”

Ding Dong thought that he would no longer have any special feelings about his words, but what he said was still like a knife on his heart, and every time he felt a dripping pain.

She watched him leave the dining room neatly, picked up his coat and walked out of the villa, his slender figure gradually blending in with the inky night. After a while, she gradually came back to her senses, looked at the cold scraps on the table, she pulled her lips and smiled, and slowly sat back in her chair, falling into a long stupe.

The car was speeding on the flat road, Feng Chengyu held the steering wheel in his hand, and the anger between his eyebrows and eyes was not concealed, all written on his face.

Three years ago, when everyone pointed at her nose and scolded her, he was the only one who stood up for her. He didn't deny that he had some doubts, but the trust in her heart still prevailed.

He believed her like that, but just now, she confessed that she had indeed stolen his mother's things.

At that moment, he only felt desolate in his heart. All kinds of past flashed through her mind, and all the good memories about her collapsed. The feeling of disillusionment echoed in his chest, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

He remembered the sparkle in the eyes of the smiling young girl in early autumn as she knocked on his car window.

"Hello, this is your wallet, right? I picked it up in front of the hotel. As she spoke, she reached through the window and handed him the wallet.

She was smiling, her face thin, her features delicate, and her eyes shining with a brilliance he had never seen before. Her fingers were thin, her skin was dry, and she had some fine lines, but the inside of her nails was clean.

He looked at her lightly, and wanted to take out his handkerchief to take it, but after a few seconds of silence, he still stretched out his hand.

"Thank you. He looked through it casually, and none of the documents were missing. So he took out all the cash in the wallet and handed it to her, his eyes were heavy, and his voice was cold: "Return the gift." ”

She didn't seem to expect him to be so generous, she accepted the money he gave her with a smile, her mouth cracked to the root of her ears, and she thanked him repeatedly.

He said no more, and the driver in the front seat had already started the car. He rolled up the window and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes to recuperate.

The girl's smile and eyes were constantly circling in his mind, and he could not forget it for a while.

Feng Chengyu came back to his senses and slapped his fist on the steering wheel.

The car horn honked suddenly, his face became more and more gloomy, and he stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the speedometer index continued to soar.

That was their first meeting, and now that I think about it, it was probably arranged by her. Even, his wallet may have been stolen by her. It's a good trick to get away with it.

He felt a sense of shame as if he had been teased, he had never been so angry when he was so old.

He drove all the way up the winding road and finally stopped in front of a villa at the top of the hill.

When the servant at the door saw him breaking in in a hurry, he didn't stop him, but just bowed respectfully and saluted: "Young Master Feng." ”

He easily found Luo Zhuang's room, kicked open the door, and despite the stunned eyes of the people in the room, he went to the wine cabinet and got himself a glass of whiskey. The movements are so skillful that it is like going back to your own home.

Luo Zhuang was still holding a woman in his arms, and both of them had not had time to take off their clothes. Seeing him break in like this without warning, Luo Zhuang's face turned black in an instant.

The woman was frightened and hid in his arms, and with a mutter, Luo Zhuang's heart melted when he heard it.

So he couldn't help yelling at Feng Chengyu in front of the wine cabinet: "Hey, Feng Chengyu, do you think this is your own home? You at least knock on the door before you come in? You make me very shameless like this!"

Feng Chengyu drank all the wine in the cup, glanced back, and the cold glow in his eyes made Luo Zhuang couldn't help but shiver.

Realizing that this master was in a bad mood, he quickly moved the woman on the bed outside the room, and then closed the door to listen to him pour bitter water.

"What's the matter, Feng Shao, trapped by love? Yin Qinqin shouldn't make you have such a big reaction, right?" Luo Zhuang sat on the bed and leaned back, his tone flirtatious.

It was rare for him to see Feng Chengyu so angry, and under normal circumstances, no one or anything could make his emotions fluctuate. Luo Zhuang wondered if he was an emotionless robot, or if he was suffering from some kind of mental illness with emotional deficits. The joys, sorrows, and sorrows, which are very common for ordinary people, can rarely be seen on Feng Chengyu's face.

Feng Chengyu didn't speak, his palm holding the mouth of the bottle was a little harder, and a dim light flashed under his eyes. The hot liquor tumbled in his stomach, and his mind was clear.