Chapter 592: Will You Miss Me?

Song Zhiyue nodded, this opportunity is indeed rare, she has finally come out of the crowd after so many years of hard work.

"After I go to Paris, you must show me the dust, and don't let other women abduct him."

In order to reassure her, Su Wansheng swore a promise: "Okay, this matter is on me, and I will let Brother Zhenming help you supervise." ”

"Oh, Senior Lu is listening to you so much now?" After Song Zhiyue ate the dog food, she began to gossip, "Tell me about your husband's skills, let me learn it too." ”

Su Wansheng shook his head lightly and said gently: "After our relationship gets better and better, he follows me and follows me in everything." Feng Chen's temperament is similar to him, if Feng Chen falls in love with you, he will definitely spoil you and follow you, so you don't need to learn any tricks, you just need to let him fall in love with you. ”

Song Zhiyue was silent, wanting Feng Chen to fall in love with her, unless he could completely let go of Liang Weirong, so he didn't know what year and month it would be.

But as long as you don't give up, you have a chance, just like Shengsheng, isn't she also bitter?

She picked up the wine glass in her hand, drank all the beer in the cup in one gulp, and said proudly: "I will work hard." ”

They ordered two bottles of cold beer, originally one bottle per person, but she only poured one glass of Su Wansheng's bottle.

won the first place in the competition, Song Zhiyue's heart was already happy, but he felt that it was a shame to waste, so he drank Su Wansheng's bottle.

She drank an average amount of alcohol, and after walking out of the hot pot restaurant, her head was a little dizzy.

Su Wansheng wanted to send her, but she wouldn't let her.

Su Wansheng saw that she was walking normally, so she didn't insist and drove away.

Song Zhiyue stopped a taxi, and after getting into the car, when the driver asked her address, she reported the address of Feng Chen.

When she arrived at the place, after getting out of the car, her steps were a little vain.

Outside the dusty apartment, she rang the doorbell.

As soon as Feng Chen opened the door, he saw Song Zhiyue smirking at him, and there was still a trace of alcohol on his body.

"Seal the dust, I won the first place in our company's competition."

Feng Chen frowned slightly: "You drank?" ”

Song Zhiyue was really happy, and the meaty bun was full of smiles: "Happy, so I drank a little." ”

Feng Chen's frowning brows did not loosen: "I didn't go home after drinking, and came to me specifically to tell me this?" ”

Song Zhiyue grabbed his hand, shook his dizzy head and said, "Aren't you happy for me?" ”

Feng Chen lowered his eyes, glanced at her holding his hand, and withdrew his own without a trace: "Congratulations." ”

Song Zhiyue's eyes narrowed into a line when she smiled at him: "I'm very happy, but I won't see you for three months, and I feel a little unhappy." ”

Feng Chen didn't know what the prize of the competition was, so he asked, "Why?" ”

"I won the competition, and the company arranged for me to go to Paris for three months."

Feng Chen was happy for her: "Then this is a good thing." ”

Maybe it was because he drank wine to strengthen his courage, Song Zhiyue said what he thought in his heart: "During my absence, will you miss me?" ”

Feng Chen was stunned for a moment, and said lightly after narrowing his eyes: "It's not early, I'll send you back." ”

Song Zhiyue grabbed his hand again and asked persistently: "Do you want to?" ”

"You wait for me, I'll get the car keys."

Feng Chen still didn't answer her, took her hand away, and turned to get the car keys.