Mo Liangcai called the waiter over with a look of disgust.

"What's wrong? My people don't deserve to come into your restaurant? ”

A clear voice rang out.

Mo Liangcai and Jian Huahuan looked back and saw a woman wearing a flamboyant red dress and fur walking briskly.

Mo Liangcai's eyes lit up, and his attitude immediately changed, "It turned out to be Miss Feng's person!" I mean, this lady looks familiar! ”

Feng Xingcong walked to Du Yurong's side, and Du Yurong was able to see her full picture clearly.

She gave birth to an extremely glamorous, strategic face, a hot body, and with this imposing dress, she looked even more flamboyant and presumptuous.

and Jian Huahuan, who was standing next to Mo Liangcai, was in quite stark contrast.

"Miss Feng." Du Yurong greeted politely.

Feng Xingcong reached out and grabbed her arm, "What's polite to me?" Didn't you wait for me in the box, how did you get out? How windy it is outside! ”

Du Yurong smiled: "I also just arrived. ”

Feng Xingcong said affectionately: "Then let's go in, Dantong hasn't come over so soon, we can order good food and wait for her." ”

Du Yurong was as good as a stream, holding Feng Xingcong's hand and walking in.

After the two left, Mo Liang turned to look at Jian Huahuan, "That woman turned out to be Feng Xingcong's friend?" Feng Xingcong is not notoriously bad-tempered, and even the ladies in the circle can't get a good face from her, what is her origin? ”

Jian Huahuan wanted to know more than him what Du Yurong was about.

She shook her head, "I don't know. ”

Mo Liangcai was disdainful, "Forget it, it's useless to ask you." Crying and mourning every day, who wants to say more than half a word to you! ”

Mo Liangcai walked in with a cold face.

Jian Huahuan took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Ji Yunhe: [Who is that Du Yurong? 】

Ji Yunhe didn't reply for the time being, Jian Huahuan put away her phone and quickly caught up with Mo Liangcai's pace.

On the other side, Du Yurong and Feng Xingcong came to the predetermined box.

The heating in the box was turned on sufficiently, Feng Xingcong took off his fur coat and leaned lazily on the chair, "Do you know Mo Liangcai and Jian Huahuan?" ”

Du Yurong said casually: "There is something to ask Ms. Jian for help." ”

"You might as well find me if you're looking for her! She is just a coward, who is manipulated to death by men. Who in the circle doesn't know that she, the wife of the Mo family, exists in name only, like a puppet! ”

Feng Xingcong obviously looked down on Jian Huahuan very much.

Du Yurong understood where her contempt came from.

Feng Xingcong's previous experience was similar to Jian Huahuan, following the arrangement of his family and marrying a rich son of the same class.

It didn't take long for the rich boy to cheat. But Feng Xingcong did not choose to endure it like Jian Huahuan, even though her mother's family repeatedly advised her to focus on the overall situation.

Feng Xingcong backhanded a lawyer for divorce and divided half of the man's family property. After that, he took the property he had shared, went back to his parents' house to find his grandfather, who could be the master of the house, and used this property as a block, and competed with his brothers for the position of head of the family.

She is ruthless, her shots are fast and accurate, and her brothers are not her opponents at all. In less than half a year, all the brothers were driven out of the center of power.

In order to be able to inherit the Feng family smoothly, Feng Xingcong and the old man agreed that they would never remarry in this life, so as to prevent the Feng family's power from falling.

What Jian Huahuan chose was a path that was completely opposite to Feng Xingcong. In Feng Xingcong's eyes, he can be described as extremely cowardly, and naturally he can't show a good face.