Wen Lan returned to the top floor of Wuhu Building with blood on her high heels.
In the bright office, a woman with long hair shawl stood up and looked at her.
"This is your first time in my office."
"Say earlier so that I can send someone to pick you up."
Wen Lan reached out and took off the hairpin. Her long hair was scattered like a waterfall, and she sat elegantly on the office chair:
"Tell me, why are you here so late?"
Tang Qingqian looked at her: "What is your relationship with Qin Feng now?"
She waited here all night just to ask this question.
Wen Lan exhaled softly and showed a charming smile: "I knew you were looking for me because of him."
"Why, did he provoke you?"
He picked up the cold coffee and gently sipped it into his red lips.
"You must answer me truthfully."
Tang Qingqian's tone was cold: "Don't talk about anything else."
"normal friend."
Wen Lan leaned on the chair and crossed her arms with her chest: "If I have to add another person, then he can also be regarded as my personal doctor. Is there any problem?"
Eyes facing each other.
Tang Qingqian sneered and slapped the silver rose in his hand on the table: "Can the private doctor get your silver rose?"
"How powerful this thing is, you think I don't know?"
"You think I'm a three-year-old?"
Wen Lan's eyes fell on the brooch and she reached out to get it.
"You answer my question."
Tang Qingqian pressed her hands forcefully: "Tell me the truth, and I can agree to your terms. Go abroad and leave at dawn."
"What truth?" Wen Lan frowned.
"Do you like him?"
The air fell into silence.
Wen Lan gently retracted her hand, crossed her legs, and supported her chin with one hand: "Are you kidding me?"
"What?" Tang Qingqian was stunned.
"Qin Feng does have some achievements now."
"But what do you think those things are in my eyes?"
Wen Lan's red lips outlined: "Do you look down on him, or do you look down on me as a mother?"
Tang Qingqian was stunned.
She seemed to have forgotten what the name of the woman in front of her was in Nandu.
Black Widow, Red Rose, Ice Queen.
From the moment she met this woman, the men chasing her were like crucian carp crossing the river, reaching the top four major families and even wealthy families from other provinces.
Down to the admiration and fantasy that ordinary people have for her.
If she is willing, she can choose any man from all over Nandu and even Southern Province.
How could she fall in love with a Qin Feng who was a few years younger than her, and whose career and wealth were not even a fraction of hers?
Looking at Tang Qingqian's absent-minded gaze, Wen Lan's eyes flashed with complexity: "You like him, right?"
Tang Qingqian raised her head in shock: "I..."
"He's really charming."
"It can make you tempted."
Wen Lan remained calm: "But, he is not suitable for you."
"Why?" Tang Qingqian almost blurted out.
"With him, you will get hurt."
Wen Lan slowly exhaled: "You should know that the last time he was injured in the hospital, someone was retaliating against him and implicated you."
"He is a poor man. If he wants to climb up from the bottom of society, he will inevitably offend the interests of many people."
"It's troublesome and even life-threatening."
"But your ideal is to be a doctor and be famous forever."
"Even if you can still be together now, in the future, you are destined to take two completely different paths."
She sighed and gently grabbed Tang Qingqian's hand: "Do you want to see that day come? It breaks my heart."
Tang Qingqian's eyes were lost and she rarely dodge.
She slowly raised her head and looked at Wen Lan.
Just when he was about to speak.
The cell phone suddenly rang.
She frowned and picked up the phone, glanced at the number, and pressed answer: "What's wrong, Director Wang?"
Immediately, she stood up and asked, "What did you say?"
"I know, I'll go there now."
Tang Qingqian hung up the phone and took a deep look at Wen Lan: "I hope what you said today will count."
She stepped on her high heels and left in a daze.
As the office door was slammed shut, Wen Lan suddenly leaned back on the chair, her eyes filled with complexity: "He is the father of my daughter..."
late at night.
Qin Feng and Zhang Biao had some skewers and beer on the way, and then returned home after feeling relieved.
When I opened the door with the key, there was a crisp sound under my feet.
By the moonlight, I discovered that it was a pair of pink Chanel high heels. I didn't know when it was blocking the door, but I accidentally kicked them aside.
He was bending down to pick it up, but when he thought of Tang Qingqian's strange look when he left, his hand suddenly froze.
"Deliberately testing me?"
"Want to see if I have a fetish for high heels?"
Qin Feng looked up with a knowing expression.
"Whoosh!"
A piece of snow-white sword light, reflecting the darkness, fell against his scalp!
