Chapter 1722
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A lot of the time, she seems to be able to do it.
She doesn't need her to worry.
Although Luonan also knew that if Huarong had something to worry about, she couldn't help her.
Luonan first pressed down a bit of sullen in his heart, and talked and laughed with Huarong again.
When it was getting dark, Ronan looked at the time, stood up from the cane chair and took Huarong's hand. "Rongrong, do you have a party in the evening?"
Huarong shook her head.
Ronan gave a sweet smile: "if not, would you like to stay for dinner? Tingyuan will come back from the company. After dinner, I will ask him to send you back. "
She was smiling a little cute, Huarong rubbed her little head, and was thinking that there was nothing to do when she was going back. It would be nice to stay and have a chat with luonanchu. As soon as she was about to say yes, there was a rush of footsteps not far away.
It's the housekeeper.
"Miss Luo, there's someone looking for Miss Flower outside."
Luonan is a little stunned at the beginning, and a flash of haze appears between the eyebrows and eyes of flowers, which is fleeting.
She let go of ronanchu's hand and said to him, "maybe my assistant came to me. I'll go out and have a look. "
Ronan looked at her eagerly. She laughed and said, "wait for me to come back."
At the gate of Fu Tingyuan villa, a strange black Maybach stops there majestically.
Feng Jin's personal assistant stood respectfully at the door. Seeing the appearance of Hua, he bowed down to her politely and gentlemanly: "Miss Hua, Mr. Feng has prepared dinner in the villa and invited you back to dinner."
When she heard this, she could not help but sneer at her smile. Thinking that this was the place of Luonan, she would worry her again.
She is used to what she likes, and doesn't care about how many people think. But luonanchu is her beloved friend in her heart. She can't deal with her relationship with Fengjin, so she can't let luonanchu worry about her.
What's more, that little fool can think more than she does.
"I'm here to accompany Nanchu after dinner and then go back," she said coldly
The assistant nodded and made a phone call to Fengjin. After he got the permission from the other side, he said to Huarong politely: "Mr. Feng said yes."
Huarong frowned uncontrollably and looked bored. Hearing the hesitant footsteps behind her, she slowly relaxed her expression. She turned around and saw luonanchu come here carefully. When she saw her, she appeared a little hesitant: "Rongrong Are you all right
With a smile, Huarong came to take luonanchu's arm and said, "well, it's no big deal. I'm not busy at night. I'll have dinner with you. "
Ronan turned his head and saw the assistant standing next to Maybach. His handsome face had no expression. He was standing at the door like a statue.
It's not so much a guardian
It's more like surveillance.
She secretly looked at the face of the flower, but saw that the other side's face was calm as usual, without a trace of haze.
*
Fu Tingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw Maybach, who was parked at his door.
From the hall came the women's low voices and smiles. When he went into the hall, he saw that Ronan was holding his arms and thinking about what he was saying to Huarong. When he saw him back, his little wife, who had not passed through the door, flew into his arms like a bird from the sofa. His voice was tender and clear: "Tingyuan, are you back? Are you tired at work
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A lot of the time, she seems to be able to do it.
She doesn't need her to worry.
Although Luonan also knew that if Huarong had something to worry about, she couldn't help her.
Luonan first pressed down a bit of sullen in his heart, and talked and laughed with Huarong again.
When it was getting dark, Ronan looked at the time, stood up from the cane chair and took Huarong's hand. "Rongrong, do you have a party in the evening?"
Huarong shook her head.
Ronan gave a sweet smile: "if not, would you like to stay for dinner? Tingyuan will come back from the company. After dinner, I will ask him to send you back. "
She was smiling a little cute, Huarong rubbed her little head, and was thinking that there was nothing to do when she was going back. It would be nice to stay and have a chat with luonanchu. As soon as she was about to say yes, there was a rush of footsteps not far away.
It's the housekeeper.
"Miss Luo, there's someone looking for Miss Flower outside."
Luonan is a little stunned at the beginning, and a flash of haze appears between the eyebrows and eyes of flowers, which is fleeting.
She let go of ronanchu's hand and said to him, "maybe my assistant came to me. I'll go out and have a look. "
Ronan looked at her eagerly. She laughed and said, "wait for me to come back."
At the gate of Fu Tingyuan villa, a strange black Maybach stops there majestically.
Feng Jin's personal assistant stood respectfully at the door. Seeing the appearance of Hua, he bowed down to her politely and gentlemanly: "Miss Hua, Mr. Feng has prepared dinner in the villa and invited you back to dinner."
When she heard this, she could not help but sneer at her smile. Thinking that this was the place of Luonan, she would worry her again.
She is used to what she likes, and doesn't care about how many people think. But luonanchu is her beloved friend in her heart. She can't deal with her relationship with Fengjin, so she can't let luonanchu worry about her.
What's more, that little fool can think more than she does.
"I'm here to accompany Nanchu after dinner and then go back," she said coldly
The assistant nodded and made a phone call to Fengjin. After he got the permission from the other side, he said to Huarong politely: "Mr. Feng said yes."
Huarong frowned uncontrollably and looked bored. Hearing the hesitant footsteps behind her, she slowly relaxed her expression. She turned around and saw luonanchu come here carefully. When she saw her, she appeared a little hesitant: "Rongrong Are you all right
With a smile, Huarong came to take luonanchu's arm and said, "well, it's no big deal. I'm not busy at night. I'll have dinner with you. "
Ronan turned his head and saw the assistant standing next to Maybach. His handsome face had no expression. He was standing at the door like a statue.
It's not so much a guardian
It's more like surveillance.
She secretly looked at the face of the flower, but saw that the other side's face was calm as usual, without a trace of haze.
*
Fu Tingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw Maybach, who was parked at his door.
From the hall came the women's low voices and smiles. When he went into the hall, he saw that Ronan was holding his arms and thinking about what he was saying to Huarong. When he saw him back, his little wife, who had not passed through the door, flew into his arms like a bird from the sofa. His voice was tender and clear: "Tingyuan, are you back? Are you tired at work
A lot of the time, she seems to be able to do it. She doesn't need her to worry. Although Luonan also knew that if Huarong had something to worry about, she couldn't help her. Luonan first pressed down a bit of sullen in his heart, and talked and laughed with Huarong again. When it was getting dark, Ronan looked at the time, stood up from the cane chair and took Huarong's hand. "Rongrong, do you have a party in the evening?" Huarong shook her head. Ronan gave a sweet smile: "if not, would you like to stay for dinner? Tingyuan will come back from the company. After dinner, I will ask him to send you back. " She was smiling a little cute, Huarong rubbed her little head, and was thinking that there was nothing to do when she was going back. It would be nice to stay and have a chat with luonanchu. As soon as she was about to say yes, there was a rush of footsteps not far away. It's the housekeeper. "Miss Luo, there's someone looking for Miss Flower outside." Luonan is a little stunned at the beginning, and a flash of haze appears between the eyebrows and eyes of flowers, which is fleeting. She let go of ronanchu's hand and said to him, "maybe my assistant came to me. I'll go out and have a look. " Ronan looked at her eagerly. She laughed and said, "wait for me to come back." At the gate of Fu Tingyuan villa, a strange black Maybach stops there majestically. Feng Jin's personal assistant stood respectfully at the door. Seeing the appearance of Hua, he bowed down to her politely and gentlemanly: "Miss Hua, Mr. Feng has prepared dinner in the villa and invited you back to dinner." When she heard this, she could not help but sneer at her smile. Thinking that this was the place of Luonan, she would worry her again. She is used to what she likes, and doesn't care about how many people think. But luonanchu is her beloved friend in her heart. She can't deal with her relationship with Fengjin, so she can't let luonanchu worry about her. What's more, that little fool can think more than she does. "I'm here to accompany Nanchu after dinner and then go back," she said coldly The assistant nodded and made a phone call to Fengjin. After he got the permission from the other side, he said to Huarong politely: "Mr. Feng said yes." Huarong frowned uncontrollably and looked bored. Hearing the hesitant footsteps behind her, she slowly relaxed her expression. She turned around and saw luonanchu come here carefully. When she saw her, she appeared a little hesitant: "Rongrong Are you all right With a smile, Huarong came to take luonanchu's arm and said, "well, it's no big deal. I'm not busy at night. I'll have dinner with you. " Ronan turned his head and saw the assistant standing next to Maybach. His handsome face had no expression. He was standing at the door like a statue. It's not so much a guardian It's more like surveillance. She secretly looked at the face of the flower, but saw that the other side's face was calm as usual, without a trace of haze. *Fu Tingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw Maybach, who was parked at his door. From the hall came the women's low voices and smiles. When he went into the hall, he saw that Ronan was holding his arms and thinking about what he was saying to Huarong. When he saw him back, his little wife, who had not passed through the door, flew into his arms like a bird from the sofa. His voice was tender and clear: "Tingyuan, are you back? Are you tired at work
