After Qin Muchen left, the relationship between Qiao Yingying and Guan Mufeng did not improve, and the distance between the two became farther away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past, as soon as he arrived home, Qiao Yingying greeted him happily, and before he knew it, he was used to seeing that little face with a smile as soon as he entered the door. Now, Qiao Yingying will still be at the door to welcome him home as soon as possible, but she rarely laughs again.

She was still respectful and respectful to him, but she was no longer close.

Very good. This was the result he wanted.

However, his mood is getting worse day by day, and his face is getting worse day by day. Especially in the company, he has completely turned into an iceberg, exuding coldness all over his body, and just the glances he throws at will can freeze his subordinates into ice.

But such a ruthless Guan Mufeng made the beauties on the 58th floor even more obsessed.

"The president is so handsome when he is angry, and a look can make the bosses in the room shut up obediently!"

"That's right, I'm so handsome when I'm angry, I don't know how rebellious I should be when I laugh?"

"By the way, did you say that the president of the company will participate in this month's friendship fair?" someone suddenly asked.

"I don't know, in the past, the president rarely participated in the company's collective activities, but the sorority was like this... It's hard to say. ”

"What about participating, do you have the courage to confess?"

This sentence made the hearts of a group of girls who were already bubbling suddenly lose their vitality.

In addition to the beauties on the 58th floor who have a very high rating of Iceberg Guan Mufeng, CEFC is collectively miserable. Guan Mufeng's usual work requirements are very strict, but now he has intensified it, and a big plan was beaten back and redone if the details were not clear, which made people panic, and even Mi Xue had a psychological shadow about stepping into his office.

However, when he was at home, Guan Mufeng seemed to be much more restrained, and Qiao Yingying didn't notice his emotional changes.

On Saturday night, Guan Mufeng watched the news in the living room rarely.

Qiao Yingying was washing dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, and her mobile phone rang suddenly, it was Li Suxian calling.

She thought there was something going on at the hospital and quickly answered the phone.

"Mom, what's wrong? Is there something going on at the hospital?" she was a little worried.

"No, no," Li Suxian quickly explained, and said with a smile: "Isn't it that I'm about to be discharged from the hospital, usually Dr. Wen takes such good care of me, I think I should also invite him to dinner." Yingying, are you free tomorrow night?"

Qiao Yingying nodded: "Well, I'll rest tomorrow night." ”

Li Suxian immediately said: "Then I will tell Dr. Wen that if you invite him to dinner tomorrow night, he will be at the Red House Western Restaurant." ”

Before Qiao Yingying could react, she heard Li Suxian lower her voice and say, "Yingying, I won't be in the hospital tomorrow, dress up nicely at home and go to dinner directly." I've already booked the location, you just need to arrive on time, mom is waiting for your news. ”

With that, Li Suxian hung up the phone.

Qiao Yingying's mobile phone has not been stable since it was dropped by Guan Mufeng last time, sometimes big and sometimes small. When she was big, it was deafening, and she could hear it from afar, and now she doesn't dare to put it to her ear when she answers the phone.

Mom asked me to invite Dr. Wen to dinner, and Qiao Yingying finally understood.

She put her phone in her pocket and subconsciously glanced at the sofa.

She swept around the living room and found that Guan Mufeng was gone, but the door was open.

Guan Mufeng sometimes goes out for a walk at night, Qiao Yingying doesn't think much about it, she is still busy with herself.

Guan Mufeng didn't go far before he stopped, his eyes fell on the bushes beside the road, and the sound that had been intermittently coming from Qiao Yingying's mobile phone rang in his ears again.

"Dr. Wen"

"Tomorrow Night Red House Western Restaurant"

"Dress up nicely"

Probably because Qiao Yingying's mobile phone was too harsh, these sounds kept drilling into his ears and made him inexplicably upset, so he subconsciously got up and went out. He looked up at the darkness of the night, and after a moment of silence, he turned back to the villa.

His expression was still calm, looking at Qiao Yingying's back in the kitchen, and unconsciously pursed his lips.