Feng Rong was stunned at the document in his hand, and Xiao Chen's words when he left were like stones thrown into Qingtan, causing a ripple. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Rong eight years ago was indeed a hot-tempered person, with a flamboyant personality and enthusiastic enthusiasm. He remembers his dream of traveling the world with a group of friends, exploring the rainforest, climbing Everest and chasing dolphins in the Mediterranean. Feng Rongwu was distracted by his thoughts, and the corners of his mouth also raised a smile.

"Ah Rong, when we graduate, let's go skiing on Mt. Fuji together!"

"Good!"

"Yi Huan, when we graduate, I will marry you immediately!"

"Hahaha, good! Mr. Feng, please advise! ”

"Hehe, Mrs. Feng, just let the horse come!"

Laughter filled the street, as if the people around it were gone. Between heaven and earth, only they, in the sunshine and in the stars, kissed, embraced, and said all the vows of their lives.

The memory stopped suddenly, Feng Rong couldn't help but clench the document in his hand, and closed his eyes in pain. After a while, the fluctuating mood slowly calmed down. Feng Rong forced himself to concentrate on the documents, and slowly seemed to really numb his spirit, and those happy, painful memories became more and more faint in the dense text reports in his eyes.

For eight years, he seems to have practiced this function perfectly.

The coolness of the night replaced the scorching heat of the day, and Feng Rong finished the day's work, and his mood was not as serious and heavy as before. He looked down at his watch, there were still nearly two hours before Gu Xiaoxiao's self-study time next night. He called home and briefly explained tonight's itinerary to prevent Grandma Feng and others, and repeatedly emphasized that he would definitely take Gu Xiaoxiao back. Grandma Feng got the letter, so she hung up the phone happily, and did not forget to explain that the wine can be flirtatious, and it doesn't hurt to drink less.

Feng Rong was speechless for a moment, the low rebuttal of his father's righteous words rang on the other end of the phone, and the sound of Grandma Feng knocking on crutches to reprimand, Feng Rong couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, only to feel that the person bound by this family affection was uncomfortable but could not be parted.

Drive to the appointed location, which is a membership-only high-end club, and the people who come here are either elites from all walks of life or children of rich families. As soon as he turned the corner, a black Land Rover was inserted in front of him, and Feng Rong's car couldn't help but shake for a moment.

Feng Rong frowned and looked over, and saw the car slowly stopping at the door, and a handsome man in white casual clothes came out of it. The other party apparently realized that he had taken the seat, and threw the key to the waiter and walked over.

Feng Rongyuan didn't want to care, but the other party knocked on his car window.

With the lowered window, Feng Rong saw a pair of narrow eyes, and his smile was as warm as spring.

"I'm so sorry, I just got distracted and took your seat!"

Feng Rong saw that he was polite, different from the usual rich children, the disgust in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he smiled casually, "It's okay!" ”

Cheng Zifeng was looking at Feng Rong, but the other party had already closed the window and drove the car over.

Cheng Zifeng sighed with some annoyance, he was in a bad mood all day today, he seemed to know that he had said the wrong thing about Gu Xiaoxiao, but he was afraid that the more he explained, the worse it would be, so he just waited for Gu Xiaoxiao to come out by himself. This is also the tacit understanding between Cheng Zifeng and Gu Xiaoxiao for so many years, one does not ask, and the other does not compromise.

Cheng Zifeng put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the gate of the club, while Feng Rong had already gotten out of the car at this time, and his tall body quickly disappeared into the revolving door.

In the box, Feng Rong sat in a corner, only listening to others chatting but rarely talking, and the red wine glass in his hand was just dangling casually to make an ornament.

There were a total of six people in the room, except for Jiang Cheng and Xiao Chen, all of whom were excellent friends who had played with Feng Rong and Liu Yihuan. I naturally know about Feng Rong and Liu Yihuan, and I am also watching the changes in Feng Rong. So his taciturn is not unusual for them.

Jiang Cheng was already a little unable to hold back his words when he was half drunk, and he was the only one who was closest to Feng Rong.

"Ah Rong!" Jiang Cheng slapped Feng Rong's shoulder with his tongue, and his drunken mouth leaned over. Feng Rong glared at him with disgust, too lazy to take care of it.

"Ah Rong!" Jiang Cheng saw that he didn't speak and leaned forward again, "You kid, why did you become like this!" ”

Xiao Chen and the others were all taken aback, and the rest of them immediately glanced at Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen was helpless, who let him get closer. Xiao Chen quietly kicked Jiang Cheng to show vigilance, but the other party obviously had a premeditated plan, so he only glanced at Xiao Chen and then went crazy and laughed.

"Don't kick me, you dead boy, I've drunk too much today, if you don't dare to say it, I'll say it!" Jiang Cheng patted his chest vigorously and turned his face to Feng Rong again. "Ah Rong, see for yourself, what have you become now? Have you ever looked in the mirror when you come home? Do you still recognize yourself? For a Liu Yihuan, you~oops~"

Feng Rong stood up suddenly, Jiang Cheng didn't pay attention, and almost fell to the ground, the strength of wine and anger rose together, he jumped on his feet and pointed at Feng Rong and scolded, "You want to fall to death me!" Am I wrong? Aren't you sealing Rong just for a woman to make yourself a ghost or a ghost, like living in a condom Belikov? I'm telling you, I'm the first in Jiangcheng to despise you and despise you! ”

Feng Rong looked at Jiang Cheng, who was flushed with anger, and felt a splitting headache when he faced Jiang Cheng with his middle finger tied, and Liu Yihuan, who had been mentioned over and over again, seemed to be laughing at himself for not being able to let go.

"I'm married!"

Feng Rong didn't know for what reason, he was originally worried that Xiao Chen would say it if he couldn't hold back, but he didn't expect that he was relieved first.

"I'm married!"

Feng Rong seemed to compromise, and he wanted to prove that his heart was still alive as if he was angry. He let out a long sigh of relief, tilted his head to drain the glass of red wine, and sank himself into the couch again.

Jiang Cheng shook his head vigorously and turned his head to look at Xiao Chen blankly, while the rest of the people had the same expressions as him, and they also looked straight over. Xiao Chen swallowed his saliva, but turned his gaze to Feng Rong, but the person concerned was pouring himself a drink, completely out of the matter.

"That, yes, yes, let's Feng, well, from a legal point of view, married!"

"What do you mean, what do you mean legally?" A hungry tiger in Jiangcheng pounced on Xiao Chen and directly pressed Xiao Chen on the sofa.

Xiao Chen immediately pushed his face with disgust, and shouted out breathlessly, "Dead River City, you guys get out of me first, Lao Tzu is not a chicken!" ”

"Feng Rong, you, you really~" One of them couldn't help but look at Feng Rong.

Feng Rong didn't know how many glasses he drank, the red wine slid into his throat, and his mood was getting worse and worse. "I still have something to do, let's go first!"

Feng Rong got up and left, and those people didn't dare to stop them, so they had to put their last hope on Xiao Chen, and suddenly there was a scream like killing a pig in the box again, but it was blocked by the re-closed door.

Feng Rong tugged at his tie a little irritably, but just caught a glimpse of a white figure in front of the central bar. People who come here, except for buying drunk alone, rarely drink at the bar. Feng Rong couldn't help but shake his head self-deprecatingly, but his stomach began to ache faintly, as if to remind him of his past stupidity.

For nearly a year after Liu Yihuan left, Feng Rong would get drunk at this bar almost every day. If it weren't for that stomach perforation, if it weren't for grandma's fainting, maybe ~ Feng Rong glanced at the man again and turned to leave.