Chapter 23 It's Man-Made
Guan Wei is not familiar with Lu Fengzhou, and because of Qiao Jiu's relationship, she has met him more often during this time.
In her limited memory, she had never seen Lu Fengzhou so gentle.
She pursed her lips, and after waiting for Lu Fengzhou to come over and sit down, she asked, "Does Mr. Lu still have any friends to come over?" β
Lu Fengzhou snorted, and asked Liang Xiujin, "Does Mr. Liang mind?" β
Liang Xiujin is so good at being a man, he must say that he doesn't mind.
Lu Fengzhou nodded, "She will only stay for a while, and she will leave soon." β
Guan Wei hesitated, "Is it Mr. Lu's friend in the business field, so should I ask someone to bring some drinks over?" β
There are only them in the private room, and there are not many drinks.
Lu Fengzhou glanced at the coffee table, "No need, she doesn't drink." β
Guan Wei smiled faintly, "That's it." β
After a few seconds, she glanced sideways at the phone on the other side of her leg, and Qiao Jiu hadn't replied to the message.
It doesn't matter if she doesn't come back, in the next meeting, she is really not suitable to show her face.
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Qiao said that the amount of wine was not good, but Liang Xiucheng poured her wine, and she was bored every time.
Liang Xiucheng smiled, "Why did Miss Qiao go to the temple today, believe this?" β
Qiao Jiu pinched the glass and thought for a moment before saying, "Believe it." β
She leaned forward and asked, "Do you believe it?" β
Liang Xiucheng said, "I believe more in people. β
Qiao Jiu nodded, "I used to believe in this. β
Otherwise, she would not have been able to entangle Lu Fengzhou when she knew that she didn't like her, and even marry him in the end.
It's just that I feel that as long as I work hard, there is nothing I can't get.
But it turns out that there are some things that are useless except for hot hand soaking.
The two of them pushed the glass and changed the lamp for a while, and the bottle of wine bottomed out.
Qiao was a little comfortable drinking, she stood up, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the waiter and order another bottle." β
Liang Xiucheng wanted to get up, "I'll go." β
"No, no, no." Qiao Jiu waved his hand, "I'm familiar with this place, I'll go." β
She walked briskly towards the side of the hall, where the waiter would normally stand under a pillar at the edge of the hall, waiting to receive the new guests.
After walking for a while, I saw the waiter just now, and I didn't know what the other party's name was, so Qiao Jiu fed it.
The waiter was talking to someone else, and she didn't hear her voice, and Qiao Jiu's steps were a little faster, but after a few steps, she turned her eyes and saw someone entering the hall from outside.
The man was wearing a hat and sunglasses, and the weather was a little muggy, but she still wore a turtleneck jacket with a collar that stood up to cover her chin.
It was Song Wan, and Qiao Jiu recognized it at a glance.
Song Wan was secretive, just when she saw the elevator stopping downstairs, she trotted over and hurried over.
Qiao Jiu stopped and looked at the elevator that had closed the door.
Before, she thought that Lu Fengzhou was ruthless and left Song Wan at home alone, it seemed that she was naΓ―ve.
I can't say what I feel in my heart, and I'm a little panicked.
Although Song Wan didn't wear gold or silver, she was a connoisseur, and her outfit was not a bargain.
Hers, hers, those should have been hers.
Lu Fengzhou, that bastard, she especially wanted to kill him when she thought of this.
Song Wan on the other side went upstairs and saw Lu Fengzhou as soon as she got out of the elevator.
He took off his coat, wore only a white shirt, and stood at the door of the private room with his hands in his pockets, obviously waiting for her.
Song Wan hurriedly ran over and threw herself directly into Lu Fengzhou's arms, "I thought I wouldn't see you today." β