Ling Ge cleared his throat, glanced at the Jiang Fei, who was so scared and afraid to come out, and said briefly: "I'm a bit urgent here, what's the matter with Fu?"

Fu Zeyi looked at the Lingge, who was carrying in his hand, and said before he bought the desserts that he wanted to eat when he was in China. He felt like a joke: "Are you sure you want to talk to me like this?"

"I think I was very clear to you that I had said with you last night," Lingge looked at the Jiang Fei who was gesting towards her, and said with a sigh of sigh and said, "Fu Zeyi, let's break it."

While she has not completely caught in.

In fact, she did n’t know how to say. She was already a little guilty. Whenever she remembered Fu Zeyi, who always had a handsome smile on her face, her heartbeat would always miss a shot.

But yesterday and Fu Zeyi's words made her wake up as well as dreams. Fu Zeyi had Bai Yueguang.

"Are you sure this is your sincerity?" Fu Zeyi obviously couldn't suppress anger, and asked with biting his teeth.

"I'm sure, President Fu," Ling Ge smiled, and he said with a normal state of qi: "I have not told President Fu for a long time, adults, not all of them need to take. Of course, you then.

Not too lightly agreed? "

Fu Zeyi was silent for a while and hung up the phone, but the call did not let Ling Ge take down. On the contrary, she seemed to be forced to the edge of the cliff, below

It is the barren land of empty people.

Ling Ge rubbed his eyebrows irritably, and went to Jiang Yan's some inquiry eyes.

He took one sentence, and suddenly grasped the point: "I'm not a child."

"Uh ... Sister Ling," Jiang Yan said: "Actually you don't want to separate."

Lingge Eye: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yan heard this three steps and two steps, and took Ling Ge away. It wasn't until the door of the hotel, and then loosened Ling Ge's wrist.

"What else can I have," Linge relaxed to the sofa, and said leisurely: "I walked my wooden bridge, he passed his sunway."

"Bad, say it early," Ji Sisi waved his hand with a smile, and went to pull Zhao Fan's hand and shook it.

Zhang Shuo knew that Fu Zeyi's patience was not much, and he sent him a positioning to him, and he never returned the news over there.

Jiang Yan saw Lingge bowing his head seriously and hot, and his mouth was unreasonable: "Sister Ling-"

"How?" Ling Ge hooked his chin in the Jiangfeng funnyly and laughed: "I like me?"

He grabbed his hair, but with childishness that did not meet age: "What fart!"

Such as Begonia's lazy red hair on Ruyu's shoulder, standing straight back, even more stylish, the flames of red lips together with Jiang Yan, even Jiang Yan unconsciously unconsciously

Staring at Lingge.

Jiang Yan realized that Linge didn't want to mention this stubble. As a friend of her many years, she did not go to the thunderous point of hard -to -eat, just said: "What do you plan next?"

Jiang Yan dumped his hand with water droplets, and his eyes flashed with the fierceness of the people: "Ji Sisi is an adult. You use such a ridiculous reason to add my sister Ling's WeChat. The purpose is too obvious.

"

"What fart," Ling Ge glanced coldly with his eyes coldly: "Children don’t know, don't talk nonsense."

And just happened to be the news that came in, Linge watched the one sent by Ji Sisi to her: Listening to Jiang Yan said that you are back. I have a meal tonight to show you the object of me.

The soft touch was accepted immediately, and the smile on Zhao Fan froze for a moment, and quickly rushed to Haha: "Good good, it seems that everyone is in Qi, then let's go in first."

"Less nonsense," Fu Zeyi quickly handled the remaining documents, and rushed to the door with a jacket: "Positioning to me."

Zhao Fan glanced up and down for a few sauerkraut fish, and reluctantly greet the waiter to explain a few dishes, but during the period, he never asked Ling Ge and Jiang Yan.

Look, what do you want to eat, Zhao Fan, please. "

Ling Ge seems to have a reaction, and said smoothly: "Well, don't disturb your next two worlds.

Ling Ge's fingertips paused for a moment and returned to it.

After walking for ten minutes, I arrived at the hotel, and then Lingge saw Ji Sisi at the door of the hotel beckoning her excitedly, while a man who stood around from time to time, from time to time, he looked at the surface of the face.

Ling Ge raised his eyes and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Ling Ge watched the hand that she would not stretch back without holding it, and the eyebrows frowned slightly, and immediately took it back and took it back, but it was polite and alienated: "Hello."

Ling Ge slid the mobile phone, watching the reputation is not bad, the two are closer, and at night, it is easy to make people look blurred. She lowered her eyes: "Hot pot?"

Jiang Yan aggravated his tone on the four words in the love. It happened that Ji Sisi pushed the door in and watched the two people's moves stunned for a moment: "Go so soon?"

"Well," Ling Ge said.

"How are you sorry to Sister Ling, don't you add me?" During the period, a voice was inserted.

It wasn't until Ji Sisi went to the toilet to make up, and Jiang Yan excuses to go to the bathroom. The lips that Ling Ge had been reluctant to reluctantly squeezed it down. She took the cup and swayed: "Mr. Zhao, how did you know my family Sisi?

"

Linge's noodles lift the eyelids with no expression: "No need, just these a few, thank you."

Ji Sisi's hotel was not far from Jiang Yan's house. The two walked over. When they encountered a traffic light, Jiang Yan subconsciously pulled Ling Ge to the sidewalk on the side.

Ling Ge's stomach was full of nausea, so he picked up the water and splashed on Zhao Fan's face.

Ji Sisi and other Linge and Jiang Yan walked close to the introduction: "This is Zhao Fan, this is the Lingge and Jiang Fei I mentioned by you."

The two people have a clear division of labor, and they have a treacherous harmony.

"Well, I still learned to take care of people," Ling Ge was in the measure of Jiang Yan's measure: "So careful now?"

Ling Ge lowered, and walked into the booked box.

And Ling Ge was silent and Jiang Yan looked at it, shook his head, but Ji Sisi, who was immersed in the love atmosphere, never noticed the expression of Lingge.

Jiang Yan: "..."

Zhao Fan picked a few low prices and looked at a lot of rare dishes. He was satisfied with handing the menu to the waiter. The waiter looked at the low prices above, and it was obviously not enough for four people to eat.

Over the way: "Do you really need to order a few more?"

Ling Ge crooked his lips and smiled, and the corner of his mouth evoked a small arc. Those eyes raised a little ripple like Yingying Qiushui, and it could make people unconsciously fall into it: "Then, thank you Jiang Xiaoyan's appreciation

. ""

"What do you think of us like this?" Jiang Yan asked with a smile.

Ling Ge looked at Zhao Fan, who was full of wretched smiles in front of him, and didn't want to move his fingertips.

"I said Miss Ling, don't we exchange WeChat between us?" Zhao Fan approached Ling Ge a little bit, pressing the tone: "You and Sisi seem to have the same personality. I believe we also have many common topics."

"No," Jiang Yan murmured with his chin and walked: "It's an individual who will unconsciously vote for the beauty of beauty."

Zhang Shuo took back the candid -taking mobile phone, and said slowly: "Eating."

Only then did Lingge take back the threatening eyes and lowered his head again and hotly. When she looked up and chatted with Jiang Yan with a smile, she was briskly clicked and patted into the mobile phone album.

Jiang Yan responded: "Let's go now, I'll order the location."

Zhao Fan was not fighting in one place, Jiang Yan took Ling Ge and stood up: "We have eaten the rice, thank you for your prestige."

There was a trace of disgusting at the bottom of Jiang Yan's eyes, but it was unknown, just vaguely: "You will know when you meet."

Jiang Yan felt that he was burning like a fire, coughing uncomfortably, and staring at Ling Ge for a while before turning his eyes.

The sky here has always been dark, and the wind starts at night. With a bit of coolness, Jiang Yan took his own handsomeness and sprayed a fixed hairstyle on the hair.

The white suspender skirt, her body is good, she can support everything, only a thin rope is tied with a thin rope behind the suspender skirt, and a white and tender skin on the neck is exposed in front.

"It's too greasy, let's look at something else," Zhao Fan glanced at the price on the menu.

"What do you say like?" Ling Ge sneered at him. She knew that Jiang Yan was not stunned, so she glared at him lightly: "Give me good."

"Well," Linge responded briefly.

"She wants to chase me in the stubbornness. I think she is also in line with my standard of choosing a spouse, then I will barely try with her." Zhao Fan was so proud of the tone, and then for Ling Ge

Bringing an ambiguous blink: "Maybe my personality charm is too great, she can't hold it."

The waiter apologized and ran away.

Fu Zeyi's eyes were dark for a moment, and according to the voice, Zhang Shuo Fa: "Where are you?"

"Come here! Everyone sat down!" Zhao Fan greeted several people sitting down, and picked up the menu by himself: "Let's take a look at what is delicious.

"

He had a lot of lingers with a piece of dinner with Jiang Yan. She would not regulate the seasonings, so she was worked by Jiang Yan, and she was responsible for helping Jiang Yan to blanch.

Ling Ge was behind the Jiang Fei, and then he heard the disdain of Jiang Yan, and she had no time to speak, so she listened to the tone of Jiang Yan: "This is just the beginning, Sister Ling, there will be any later

. ""

Fu Zeyi didn't talk nonsense: "Positioning to me."

"I'm hungry too!" Jiang Yan quickly promised, he slipped out of his mobile phone and found a restaurant and handed it to Lingge: "When you go to the bathroom, we are optimistic, let's eat hot pot or self -help?"

He said that he was not famous. Ling Ge noticed that he was something wrong. He sat upright and asked, "What's wrong with this object?"

Ling Ge didn't want to talk, and said absently: "I will find a time to talk to her, say it ..."

Jiang Yan was silent for a while and pressed the phone.

Fu Zeyi handled the files in the company to deal with darkness. The mobile phone reminded that there was a message coming in, and Zhang Shuo sent it to him. The essay teased: Is there a conflict with your fiancee?

Then send a photo over, the laugcaping smile on it, wearing a white suspender skirt, a low neckline, a soft halo and a hazy beauty, and the Jiang feast is low eyes and light eyes and light eyes and light eyes.
To be continued...