After dinner, it was nearly ten o'clock, and Song Rong had another notice to rush, and Han Mufeng also had a meeting to start.

Han Mufeng thought that the time with Miss Xia was over, but who knows, Han Xingzhi ordered him to send Xia Songrong to the studio, so he had no choice but to respond.

From the Han family's compound to Songrong's studio, it happened to be a busy street.

At this time, in the dead of night, the streets on both sides were lit up with colorful neon lights, Han Mufeng's driving posture was very casual, and the bright lights flickered over his face from time to time, although he did not have any expression changes along the way, but his own stunning handsomeness still infiltrated from his bones unconcealably.

Song Rong sat in the passenger seat, drank some red wine at the dinner table, she was slightly drunk, leaned back in the seat, tilted her head and looked out the window, her eyes originally fell on the flashing night scene, just blinked her eyes slightly, and fixed on the illusory shadow on the window.

Actually, Han Mufeng is very similar to her, both are unscrupulous people for the sake of the end.

The only difference is that she likes him.

Like someone, from the moment this emotion arises, it is destined to be a loser.

She closed her eyes, her slender fingers covered her delicate eyebrow bones, and her voice was tinged with faint tiredness: "Han Mufeng, how can I please you?"

Han Mufeng didn't pay any attention to her, he kept staring at the front of the road, holding the steering wheel in his hand, controlling the speed and direction of the car.

"I used to think that you treat people with the same attitude as me, but Mu Yao is different. That time you went to visit the crew, I saw with my own eyes that you peeled oranges for her, and that smile was so gentle. She lowered her eyes slightly, covering the sadness that appeared in her eyes, and continued to smile and say, "I'm so jealous, so envious......"

"So," Han Mufeng interrupted her words and looked at her, his eyes were sparse and sharp: "You sent someone to attack her at the airport?"

"Yes." Song Rong also turned his head to meet his gaze.

Han Mufeng looked at her with undisguised disgust and disdain, his eyebrows and eyes were a little colder, and he suppressed his voice unhappily: "In this circle, do you think you will be better?"

"Don't you feel more ashamed to leave the table halfway?" Song Rong said.

Han Mufeng refused to talk to the madman.

The road ahead was about to turn, Han Mufeng instinctively turned his head sideways, glanced at the rearview mirror on Songrong's side, and wanted to take a look at the road conditions behind, but he saw the camera behind him in the rearview mirror, and there were already reporters and paparazzi following him.

"You've finally found out." Song Rong lowered the car window, the person outside the window with the cold wind blowing was extremely cold, Song Rong's hand was casually on the window, as if he was enjoying the night view.

Han Mufeng's hand holding the steering wheel secretly exerted force, turned into another street, stepped on the accelerator, turned quickly, and walked for a long time before throwing off the car behind him.

As agreed, he sent Song Rong to the door of the studio.

Song Rong unbuckled his seat belt, stared at the windshield in front of him, and asked seriously: "One last question." Xia Pingqing said, you have loved someone for many years. What now? Song Rong's gaze gradually fell on Han Mufeng's indifferent face, "Do you still love Shen Xia?" ”

Han Mufeng was stunned, put his hand on the steering wheel, and asked in a low voice: "Why not?" ”

A few words that were short and without hesitation almost hit all of Song Rong's mind, and she reached out and pulled the car door, "Qi Yi has seen Shen Xia before, and she said that Miss Shen is as cunning as a fox. ”

"Oh?" Han Mufeng glanced at Song Rong with an indifferent expression, his eyebrows and eyes were a little colder, and his voice was a little colder, "What's wrong with foxes?" ”

"Qi Nick said, I'm also like a fox." She turned her back to him and slowly got out of the car.

Han Mufeng quickly started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and after the car drove out of dozens of meters, he consciously recalled the appearance of a certain little fox, and the handsome face that had always had no expression suddenly appeared with a shallow gentle smile, he lowered the window, and the stars in the sky were flashing with dazzling brilliance, very similar to the eyes of a certain little fox. The emotions of longing slowly overflowed from the heart, as if it was enough to silently fill all the painful ravines in this world.

He didn't tell Song Rong that she was indeed a fox, but-

Love to cry, love to be coquettish, and don't like sports.

In short, a very cute stupid fox.

It's a stupid fox who is crazy and still can't love.