Chapter 2878
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Huarong's car stopped at the door of the villa.
Feng Jin's Lincoln also followed.
After getting off the car, Huarong said to Yan Chuxi: "you go to the house first."
Yan Chuxi turned his head and looked at her a few times, then nodded, turned to open the door and walked in.
Feng Jin stepped down from the car. He looked at the face of Huarong. He was stubborn and stubborn, with an air of not reaching the goal.
Huarong looked at him faintly, leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.
Not far or near, when she looked over, her eyes seemed to be looking at an unimportant stranger.
Feng Jin's throat tightened slightly, came over and stood in front of her.
He called out to her, "Huarong."
Huarong breathed out a puff of smoke and gave him a slight smile, which was very weak.
"If you have something to do, finish it outside." She said to him, "I'll have a conference call later. It's better to solve the problem in half an hour."
Her voice was also very quiet, and she had no temper towards him.
Feng brocade looked at her, and her palm exuded a bit of coolness without any reason. She always felt that the appearance of Huarong was not the same as what he imagined.
He thought she would be sarcastic or sarcastic in a flowery tone.
He has been used to that kind of Huarong and the way they deal with conflicts. Now Huarong has a good dialogue with him, but he doesn't know how to speak.
She was so calm that she seemed to be aggressive when she asked any questions.
It was he who did the wrong thing.
"What you left in the room..." he whispered
"You take care of it." Huarong interrupted him, "it's all some unimportant gadgets. If you think it's useful, you'll give it away. If you don't use it, you'll lose it."
Feng brocade slightly frowned, he looked at her alienated and indifferent appearance, the bottom of his heart has a bit of melancholy dry mood.
He stepped forward and stood in front of her toes. He was wearing a thin figure. He was tall and strong. He could see the perfect muscle shape under his shirt. From a man's point of view, Fengjin was full of hormones.
What's more, the handsome face that has been marked since childhood.
Huarong looked up, her eyes fell on Feng Jin's face. Her eyes were not cold and warm, with a bit of casual mood. It seemed that she did not put the man standing in front of her in mind.
Feng Jin saw the perfunctory under her eyes and held her thin shoulder. He asked her, "what do you want me to do?"
Huarong replied, "I hope you can sign the divorce agreement."
"Huarong, you know it's impossible."
His brows were frowning with a certain severity.
Huarong said faintly: "in my dictionary, nothing is impossible. You don't want to sign. I have plenty of ways for you to sign. Fengjin, we are good to get together and have a good time together. I don't want me to do things like that. "
Phoenix brocade low hoarse voice: "you can clearly do not need to do so!"
"Oh." Huarong suddenly gave a cold smile. She looked at him with a kind of lazy and sarcastic eyes, "you are not qualified to say this. And I'm qualified to do everything! Including divorce! " She put out the butt of the cigarette and dropped it on the ground. She gently crushed it with the heel of her high-heeled shoes. She stepped back and stood up to look at him. Her eyes were cold and resolute. "Sooner or later, I will divorce you. It's just a matter of time. You can not sign now, but sooner or later you will sign."
Feng Jin was slightly chilly from her eyes.
For the first time, he felt at a loss.
He read her determination in her decisive tone.
Fengjin stood looking at her. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He felt that the night wind was blowing his whole body, and his body was cold and humid.
"I've been waiting for you all night," Huarong took back her sight and said to him faintly, "you didn't come that night, and you don't have to come again later."
She said this, turned and left him and went into the room.
Yan Chuxi had already made dinner. Seeing her coming in from outside, he asked her, "do you want to eat?"
"Eat." Huarong nodded and followed Yan Chuxi into the restaurant.
There was no influence on the appetites of the Phoenix.
She quickly finished the dinner, and then plunged into the study, began to collect the work of the president of each branch.
By the end of the meeting and listening to the reports from all responsible persons, it was already three hours later.
She leaned back on the leather chair tired and heard Yan Chuxi knock on the door.
"In."
Yan Chuxi came in and handed her a cup of coffee.
The face of the flower took over and drank with a low head.
"He's still out there." Yan Chuxi Road,
the face of the flowers did not change, but just a faint "Oh"."Don't let him in."
"Whatever you want." She licked her lips and tasted the bitterness of coffee on her tongue. The light in the study was dim, and the cool light and shadow were printed on her white face, leaving a faint shadow. She whispered, "I think I should learn not to be soft on him."
Yan Chuxi said, "won't you be sad?"
"I don't know what sadness is anymore." She looked up, her eyes fell on a certain part of the ceiling, and her voice was very light. "For so many years, I like his feeling, I don't know whether it's happy or not. Maybe it's just a habit. But I think I should get used to not liking him. Otherwise, it will be more difficult in the future. "
Yan Chuxi was silent for a long time and then commented: "you are just tired."
Huarong sat up. She laughed at him, then lowered her eyes and whispered, "I'm tired of it."
Is tired of endless waiting.
Even in the critical time of life, we have to wait for this man.
This experience made her feel terrible.
She finally realized that there are things in the world that can never be expected.
Maybe until she died, she would never wait for Fengjin.
If she died that night, she was alone, and the one she loved didn't come.
She can't let herself be so miserable.
She decided to stop.
She used to think that more than 20 years is very long, but she does not have the next 20 years. Why must she hang herself on a tree?
Thinking like this, I decided to let go.
Huarong stood up from her chair. She yawned and said, "I'm going to take a bath."
……
When I came out of the bathroom, there was thunder outside.
Huarong wiped her hair and went to the window to look down.
In the dark rain curtain, the lamp is still on, the light through the dark rain, leaving a wet mark on the ground.
The figure of the man loomed in the car. Huarong stood in the spot and looked at him for a while, then slowly withdrew his sight.
They are not the same people after all.
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Huarong's car stopped at the door of the villa.
Feng Jin's Lincoln also followed.
After getting off the car, Huarong said to Yan Chuxi: "you go to the house first."
Yan Chuxi turned his head and looked at her a few times, then nodded, turned to open the door and walked in.
Feng Jin stepped down from the car. He looked at the face of Huarong. He was stubborn and stubborn, with an air of not reaching the goal.
Huarong looked at him faintly, leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.
Not far or near, when she looked over, her eyes seemed to be looking at an unimportant stranger.
Feng Jin's throat tightened slightly, came over and stood in front of her.
He called out to her, "Huarong."
Huarong breathed out a puff of smoke and gave him a slight smile, which was very weak.
"If you have something to do, finish it outside." She said to him, "I'll have a conference call later. It's better to solve the problem in half an hour."
Her voice was also very quiet, and she had no temper towards him.
Feng brocade looked at her, and her palm exuded a bit of coolness without any reason. She always felt that the appearance of Huarong was not the same as what he imagined.
He thought she would be sarcastic or sarcastic in a flowery tone.
He has been used to that kind of Huarong and the way they deal with conflicts. Now Huarong has a good dialogue with him, but he doesn't know how to speak.
She was so calm that she seemed to be aggressive when she asked any questions.
It was he who did the wrong thing.
"What you left in the room..." he whispered
"You take care of it." Huarong interrupted him, "it's all some unimportant gadgets. If you think it's useful, you'll give it away. If you don't use it, you'll lose it."
Feng brocade slightly frowned, he looked at her alienated and indifferent appearance, the bottom of his heart has a bit of melancholy dry mood.
He stepped forward and stood in front of her toes. He was wearing a thin figure. He was tall and strong. He could see the perfect muscle shape under his shirt. From a man's point of view, Fengjin was full of hormones.
What's more, the handsome face that has been marked since childhood.
Huarong looked up, her eyes fell on Feng Jin's face. Her eyes were not cold and warm, with a bit of casual mood. It seemed that she did not put the man standing in front of her in mind.
Feng Jin saw the perfunctory under her eyes and held her thin shoulder. He asked her, "what do you want me to do?"
Huarong replied, "I hope you can sign the divorce agreement."
"Huarong, you know it's impossible."
His brows were frowning with a certain severity.
Huarong said faintly: "in my dictionary, nothing is impossible. You don't want to sign. I have plenty of ways for you to sign. Fengjin, we are good to get together and have a good time together. I don't want me to do things like that. "
Phoenix brocade low hoarse voice: "you can clearly do not need to do so!"
"Oh." Huarong suddenly gave a cold smile. She looked at him with a kind of lazy and sarcastic eyes, "you are not qualified to say this. And I'm qualified to do everything! Including divorce! " She put out the butt of the cigarette and dropped it on the ground. She gently crushed it with the heel of her high-heeled shoes. She stepped back and stood up to look at him. Her eyes were cold and resolute. "Sooner or later, I will divorce you. It's just a matter of time. You can not sign now, but sooner or later you will sign."
Feng Jin was slightly chilly from her eyes.
For the first time, he felt at a loss.
He read her determination in her decisive tone.
Fengjin stood looking at her. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He felt that the night wind was blowing his whole body, and his body was cold and humid.
"I've been waiting for you all night," Huarong took back her sight and said to him faintly, "you didn't come that night, and you don't have to come again later."
She said this, turned and left him and went into the room.
Yan Chuxi had already made dinner. Seeing her coming in from outside, he asked her, "do you want to eat?"
"Eat." Huarong nodded and followed Yan Chuxi into the restaurant.
There was no influence on the appetites of the Phoenix.
She quickly finished the dinner, and then plunged into the study, began to collect the work of the president of each branch.
By the end of the meeting and listening to the reports from all responsible persons, it was already three hours later.
She leaned back on the leather chair tired and heard Yan Chuxi knock on the door.
"In."
Yan Chuxi came in and handed her a cup of coffee.
The face of the flower took over and drank with a low head.
"He's still out there." Yan Chuxi Road,
the face of the flowers did not change, but just a faint "Oh"."Don't let him in."
"Whatever you want." She licked her lips and tasted the bitterness of coffee on her tongue. The light in the study was dim, and the cool light and shadow were printed on her white face, leaving a faint shadow. She whispered, "I think I should learn not to be soft on him."
Yan Chuxi said, "won't you be sad?"
"I don't know what sadness is anymore." She looked up, her eyes fell on a certain part of the ceiling, and her voice was very light. "For so many years, I like his feeling, I don't know whether it's happy or not. Maybe it's just a habit. But I think I should get used to not liking him. Otherwise, it will be more difficult in the future. "
Yan Chuxi was silent for a long time and then commented: "you are just tired."
Huarong sat up. She laughed at him, then lowered her eyes and whispered, "I'm tired of it."
Is tired of endless waiting.
Even in the critical time of life, we have to wait for this man.
This experience made her feel terrible.
She finally realized that there are things in the world that can never be expected.
Maybe until she died, she would never wait for Fengjin.
If she died that night, she was alone, and the one she loved didn't come.
She can't let herself be so miserable.
She decided to stop.
She used to think that more than 20 years is very long, but she does not have the next 20 years. Why must she hang herself on a tree?
Thinking like this, I decided to let go.
Huarong stood up from her chair. She yawned and said, "I'm going to take a bath."
……
When I came out of the bathroom, there was thunder outside.
Huarong wiped her hair and went to the window to look down.
In the dark rain curtain, the lamp is still on, the light through the dark rain, leaving a wet mark on the ground.
The figure of the man loomed in the car. Huarong stood in the spot and looked at him for a while, then slowly withdrew his sight.
They are not the same people after all.
Huarong's car stopped at the door of the villa. Feng Jin's Lincoln also followed. After getting off the car, Huarong said to Yan Chuxi: "you go to the house first." Yan Chuxi turned his head and looked at her a few times, then nodded, turned to open the door and walked in. Feng Jin stepped down from the car. He looked at the face of Huarong. He was stubborn and stubborn, with an air of not reaching the goal. Huarong looked at him faintly, leaned against the door and lit a cigarette. Not far or near, when she looked over, her eyes seemed to be looking at an unimportant stranger. Feng Jin's throat tightened slightly, came over and stood in front of her. He called out to her, "Huarong." Huarong breathed out a puff of smoke and gave him a slight smile, which was very weak. "If you have something to do, finish it outside." She said to him, "I'll have a conference call later. It's better to solve the problem in half an hour." Her voice was also very quiet, and she had no temper towards him. Feng brocade looked at her, and her palm exuded a bit of coolness without any reason. She always felt that the appearance of Huarong was not the same as what he imagined. He thought she would be sarcastic or sarcastic in a flowery tone. He has been used to that kind of Huarong and the way they deal with conflicts. Now Huarong has a good dialogue with him, but he doesn't know how to speak. She was so calm that she seemed to be aggressive when she asked any questions. It was he who did the wrong thing. "What you left in the room..." he whispered "You take care of it." Huarong interrupted him, "it's all some unimportant gadgets. If you think it's useful, you'll give it away. If you don't use it, you'll lose it." Feng brocade slightly frowned, he looked at her alienated and indifferent appearance, the bottom of his heart has a bit of melancholy dry mood. He stepped forward and stood in front of her toes. He was wearing a thin figure. He was tall and strong. He could see the perfect muscle shape under his shirt. From a man's point of view, Fengjin was full of hormones. What's more, the handsome face that has been marked since childhood. Huarong looked up, her eyes fell on Feng Jin's face. Her eyes were not cold and warm, with a bit of casual mood. It seemed that she did not put the man standing in front of her in mind. Feng Jin saw the perfunctory under her eyes and held her thin shoulder. He asked her, "what do you want me to do?" Huarong replied, "I hope you can sign the divorce agreement." "Huarong, you know it's impossible." His brows were frowning with a certain severity. Huarong said faintly: "in my dictionary, nothing is impossible. You don't want to sign. I have plenty of ways for you to sign. Fengjin, we are good to get together and have a good time together. I don't want me to do things like that. " Phoenix brocade low hoarse voice: "you can clearly do not need to do so!" "Oh." Huarong suddenly gave a cold smile. She looked at him with a kind of lazy and sarcastic eyes, "you are not qualified to say this. And I'm qualified to do everything! Including divorce! " She put out the butt of the cigarette and dropped it on the ground. She gently crushed it with the heel of her high-heeled shoes. She stepped back and stood up to look at him. Her eyes were cold and resolute. "Sooner or later, I will divorce you. It's just a matter of time. You can not sign now, but sooner or later you will sign." Feng Jin was slightly chilly from her eyes. For the first time, he felt at a loss. He read her determination in her decisive tone. Fengjin stood looking at her. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He felt that the night wind was blowing his whole body, and his body was cold and humid. "I've been waiting for you all night," Huarong took back her sight and said to him faintly, "you didn't come that night, and you don't have to come again later." She said this, turned and left him and went into the room. Yan Chuxi had already made dinner. Seeing her coming in from outside, he asked her, "do you want to eat?" "Eat." Huarong nodded and followed Yan Chuxi into the restaurant. There was no influence on the appetites of the Phoenix. She quickly finished the dinner, and then plunged into the study, began to collect the work of the president of each branch. By the end of the meeting and listening to the reports from all responsible persons, it was already three hours later. She leaned back on the leather chair tired and heard Yan Chuxi knock on the door. "In." Yan Chuxi came in and handed her a cup of coffee. The face of the flower took over and drank with a low head. "He's still out there." Yan Chuxi Road, the face of the flowers did not change, but just a faint "Oh"."Don't let him in." "Whatever you want." She licked her lips and tasted the bitterness of coffee on her tongue. The light in the study was dim, and the cool light and shadow were printed on her white face, leaving a faint shadow. She whispered, "I think I should learn not to be soft on him." Yan Chuxi said, "won't you be sad?" "I don't know what sadness is anymore." She looked up, her eyes fell on a certain part of the ceiling, and her voice was very light. "For so many years, I like his feeling, I don't know whether it's happy or not. Maybe it's just a habit. But I think I should get used to not liking him. Otherwise, it will be more difficult in the future. " Yan Chuxi was silent for a long time and then commented: "you are just tired." Huarong sat up. She laughed at him, then lowered her eyes and whispered, "I'm tired of it." Is tired of endless waiting. Even in the critical time of life, we have to wait for this man. This experience made her feel terrible. She finally realized that there are things in the world that can never be expected. Maybe until she died, she would never wait for Fengjin. If she died that night, she was alone, and the one she loved didn't come. She can't let herself be so miserable. She decided to stop. She used to think that more than 20 years is very long, but she does not have the next 20 years. Why must she hang herself on a tree? Thinking like this, I decided to let go. Huarong stood up from her chair. She yawned and said, "I'm going to take a bath." When I came out of the bathroom, there was thunder outside. Huarong wiped her hair and went to the window to look down. In the dark rain curtain, the lamp is still on, the light through the dark rain, leaving a wet mark on the ground. The figure of the man loomed in the car. Huarong stood in the spot and looked at him for a while, then slowly withdrew his sight. They are not the same people after all.
