"She asked you to make an appointment to seal the dust?"

"That's right."

"You still had a phone call with her?"

"That's right."

Jiang Fengxing's answer was a little smooth, and after these two words blurted out, he realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly changed his words: "What is the call porridge?" I'm not that idle, we're talking about sealing the dust. ”

"What can be said in two sentences, you made a fifteen-minute phone call."

If Jiang Feng was in front of him, he would see his extremely resentful eyes.

Oh no, even if Jiang Fengxing was not in front of him, he could hear resentment in his tone.

"You think everyone is as sullen as you? The language is so concise that it is as if you would die if you say one more word. ”

Lu Zhenming corrected: "My name is Gao Leng!" ”

Jiang Fengxing handed the signed document to the secretary, waved his hand at her, and motioned for her to go out.

He didn't struggle with Lu Zhenming on sullenness and coldness, but said: "I know that you and Shengsheng are finally living a happy life now, but your jealousy is too unreasonable, even if we make porridge on the phone?" Can't we talk about life, ideals, and the future? ”

Lu Zhenming smiled a little coldly: "Do you want to talk to her about the future?" ”

Jiang Feng supported his forehead, how hostile is this man to him?

It's as if he's going to pry at his corner at any moment.

Although his current happiness is not easy to come by, he is also too troubled by gains and losses, right?

"Talk about your future and her!"

Lu Zhenming's face was disdainful, this stupid lack, how can he talk about it in the future.

When I come home at night, I turn off the lights and make people, and if I have children, I will have a future.

This fool still thinks he is a student, talking about the future of this kind of clear soup and fresh water!

"Does my future with her have anything to do with you? If you want to talk, I'll talk to her. ”

Jiang Fengxing was also speechless, didn't he just talk about it casually?

He's also serious.

"Yes, yes, it has nothing to do with me, I'm an idle egg."

"You can't talk to her on the phone for more than ten minutes in the future."

Jiang Fengxing: "......"

Why did he get entangled with this calltime?

Lu Zhenming felt that ten minutes was still a bit long, so he changed his words again: "It can't be more than five minutes." ”

Jiang Fengxing: "......"

***

When Su Wansheng answered Lu Zhenming's call, Song Zhiyue went out of the bathroom, returned to his place, and sat down until he got off work.

Everyone was gone, and she was still sitting still.

Su Wansheng walked up to her: "Let's go, I'm off work." ”

She nodded, turned off the computer, and left the company with Su Wansheng.

Su Wansheng looked at her listlessly and asked, "Do you want me to send you home?" ”

"No, you go first, I'll take the bus."

Su Wansheng went to pick up the car, and she walked to the nearby bus stop.

At this point, it is the end of the day, and the buses are almost full.

She didn't squeeze up as she usually did, but sat down on the bench with a look of pity.

Thinking of Jiang Fengxing's words, she was very worried about sealing the dust.

Liang Weirong's matter hit him hard enough.

At this juncture, something like this happened again, and I don't know if he can resist it?

If she had hidden her heart and kept him from discovering before, she would have been able to care about him as a friend now.

After sitting at the station for a long time, she couldn't hold back her worry about sealing the dust and decided to go to him.

She knew Feng Chen's address, so she didn't call him and went directly to his apartment.