Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

Wen Fei ran into Duan Heng when she was going out, and the two greeted each other politely.

"Doctor Wen."

Wen Fei smiled, "He's inside, you go in, I'll go first."

Duan Heng nodded, took a step back, and let Wen Fei go first.

He glanced at the woman's back, thanks to her meticulous care in the past two years.

When Duan Heng went in, he saw Fu Jingting standing in front of the french window. He pressed one hand on the glass surface of the french window and looked down, as if there was a stormy sea below, and the soles of his feet were spinning along with it.

The eyes were closed tightly, and the veins at the temples were stretched, making the brain swell.

He took a deep breath, and when he turned around, his face was gloomy.

"Are you uncomfortable? Dr. Wen just left, do you want..."

Fu Jingting waved his hands, and pressed his fingers on the back of his neck, "No, I'll be a little tired after driving for a long time."

"Jingshan No. [-] is always being taken care of, you don't want to live here, Madam is afraid that you won't be able to take care of yourself outside." Duan Heng put down the lunch box in his hand, "It's made by the chef at home, and I specially asked me to bring it to you. "

"When I was a three-year-old child?" Fu Jingting casually tapped his fingers on the temple, and Fu Jingting glanced at the lunch box, and slightly hooked his mouth, "Leave it alone."

Not too many people came to Song Chang's birthday party, most of them were friends from her media circle, and a small half were classmates. The two of them were in the same class in high school and the same university, so this classmate knew a lot.

Xu Qingcheng stopped inside, and the male classmates naturally surrounded him. Song Chang separated him with one arm, and directly pulled Xu Qingcheng in front of Shen Muqing's eyes, which clearly matched the two.

Song Chang has a good vision. In my memory, the school bully wears a school uniform from Monday to Friday. He is well-behaved and not at all out of line. In the eyes of the teacher, he is an absolutely obedient student. Now it seems that he has changed a lot after entering the society. A suit will The figure is particularly well lined, without the cover of the thick glasses, the facial features are a bit tough, at first glance, Xu Qingcheng almost didn't recognize the person.

"Xu Qingcheng." Song Chang put one hand on Shen Muqing's shoulder, "Adults, Ming people don't speak dark words, you can chat, continue if you can, and talk about the past if you can't."

Song Chang is a person who can make a particularly embarrassing scene even more embarrassing, the key is that she doesn't feel it yet.

Xu Qingcheng caressed the upper half of his face with his palm, but Shen Muqing smiled indifferently.

Fortunately, Song Chang didn't have time to take care of them. She was the protagonist today and was busy.

The two randomly found a corner and sat down, Shen Muqing asked her, "Red wine or juice?"

Xu Qingcheng stared at the tray in the waiter's hand, "Red bar."

I suddenly want to drink tonight, I want to get drunk.

I felt sore and uncomfortable in my heart, and being evoked by that back figure brought up a place in my heart that I hadn't touched for a long time.

They said he died, his bones were burned to ashes, and he went into the Fu family cemetery.

But she was still unwilling to believe how such an arrogant and domineering person could suddenly disappear from this world in that way.

If you don't want to, it won't hurt.

However, there will always be such a moment, and I will always think of it inadvertently, which makes my heart uncomfortable.

Xu Qingcheng took the wine glass. She didn't want to have any ambiguity with any man at the moment, so she simply pointed it out, "I have only been divorced for two years, and currently I have no plans to enter the besieged city again."

Although the news of her getting married and then canceling the wedding has caused an uproar in Ancheng, everyone knows it.

But Xu Qingcheng still wants to emphasize that this married woman seems to have been branded, no matter how good you are, it seems to be a grade lower than that unmarried woman whose private life is chaotic.

Just this sentence of divorce is enough to fend off a lot of suitors.

"I can see it, so you are only planning to have a relationship without burden?" Shen Muqing nodded, "I don't reject it either."

Xu Qingcheng almost spit out his wine.

"No, I mean—"

Xu Qingcheng didn't know why he gave people such an illusion, and was anxious to explain.

Shen Muqing frowned, "I'm just kidding you."

He clinked the glass with her, "meet old classmates, let's chat casually."

"it is good."

Xu Qingcheng couldn't help laughing, there wasn't much interaction before, but now the word "old classmate" brought them closer for no reason, and they talked happily.

Song Xingzhi's eyes fell on the two of them, Song Chang stood in front of him, Song Xingzhi turned his head over her, and looked again, "The man you introduced to Xu Qingcheng?"

Standing in front of him radiantly, yet being so completely ignored, Song Changqi's blood rushed straight to his forehead, "Brother, I seriously doubt that you have taken a fancy to Qingcheng long ago, and you are too embarrassed to make a move? "

Song Xingzhi's eyes finally fell on Song Chang's face, and he glanced at her coldly, not bothering to pay attention to her.

Song Chang coughed lightly, and laughed again, "How about it, Shen Muqing is an absolute high-tech talent, holding a lot of patents in his hands, a promising young man. I think it is quite suitable for Qingcheng. She takes... She is working too hard alone, and she still needs someone to hurt her."

Song Chang bit the tip of his tongue and almost slipped his tongue, thanks to her quick reaction.

Song Xingzhi glanced at her, didn't ask any further questions, but his eyes fell on Xu Qingcheng's smiling eyebrows, thinking, it's good that everyone is well.

There are many classmates who haven't seen each other for a long time, so we had to drink a few more glasses of greetings.

Xu Qingcheng was a little indulgent today, he almost refused all comers, and his legs were bent at the end.

She knew that she was drunk, very drunk, but her head seemed to be sober, she got up and wanted to say hello to Song Chang and leave first.

Unexpectedly, Song Chang was more drunk than her. Song Xingzhi wanted to drag her away, but he was slapped hard on the face, blood stains were seen on the side of his face, and his face turned black.

Seeing his expression, Xu Qingcheng couldn't help sweating for Song Chang, patted Song Chang's back with a smile, and whispered in her ear, "Hey, are you pretending to be drunk or are you really drunk?"

Song Chang was slapped unceremoniously on the mouth.

Xu Qingcheng giggled, her limp body was pushed back a few steps by her slap.

Song Xingzhi's forehead was tense, and he locked Song Chang tightly with both hands to prevent her from being disobedient, and he was distracted to look at Xu Qingcheng, "How do you go back? Come with me in the car and take you back. ?”

Before Xu Qingcheng could speak, seeing Song Chang glaring at her, she swallowed the words and shook her head, "No need."

"I'll take her back." Shen Muqing said in time.

Song Xingzhi looked at Xu Qingcheng, who was half lying on the bar next to her and waved, let's go.

Song Xingzhi didn't insist anymore, and dragged Song Chang away.

Song Chang winked at her, but Xu Qingcheng pretended not to see it.

Xu Qingcheng stretched out his hand to support the bar beside him. After the excitement, the crowd dissipated and the sight was desolate.

The eyes are moistened with water.

Shen Muqing stretched out his hand to hold her arm, but Xu Qingcheng pushed it away when his hand was on her waist, "I'm fine, don't worry about me, you can go first. I want to wait a little longer."

She couldn't even stand up, how could she be allowed to walk alone.

"I don't worry about you being like this. Where does your family live? I'll take you home." Shen Muqing grabbed her and walked out with her half in her arms.

Xu Qingcheng refused, and instead of going down when she was taking the elevator, she stubbornly pressed down on the eleventh floor.

Below the fourth floor of Yanyuzui is the clubhouse, above the fourth floor are guest rooms, and above the ninth floor are luxury suites.

Song Xingzhi is a frequent visitor here, and there is a fixed suite here, and Xu Qingcheng's clothes are changed in the room on the eleventh floor.

She pressed her finger on the button on the 11th floor, and pressed it a few times with some impatience.

As soon as the elevator doors stopped, she rushed out, her feet were so weak that she almost knelt down.

She leaned on the railing and walked forward.

Xu Qingcheng felt that she was very sober, walking a little wobbly, and couldn't walk in a straight line without holding on to something, but it should look normal while holding on to the railing.

But in fact, a discerning person can see that he is in a state of drunkenness.

Xu Qingcheng walked through the doors one after another, but she suddenly stopped and looked around, but she couldn't see them.

She clearly saw it from here, seeing the same back as him, darting past her eyes, she just reacted a little slower, and he disappeared.

Tears of grievance fell down.

"Xu Qingcheng, why are you crying?" Shen Muqing, who had never taken care of a drunken woman before, was so anxious that his forehead was covered with sweat.

"He's gone."

"Who? Who's missing?"

She flattened her mouth and didn't say anything, tears fell down patter.

Everyone around looked over here.

Shen Muqing had a headache, he grabbed her hard, "Xu Qingcheng, you're drunk. Get up, I'll take you home."

"I don't want you to take me home, I told you to go by yourself. You don't like it, I hate it to death, don't pull me." Xu Qingcheng tried to break free. She was drunk, and her words were extraordinarily soft.

Shen Muqing didn't dare to say that he was a gentleman, and he was not a dirty person, but he was a man after all, and if he was teased by a woman's voice, he would be stunned.

Under the contest between the two sides, the black veil on the chest burst apart inexplicably, and the woman's white breasts were about to come out, and Shen Muqing's dazed kung fu wrist was grabbed.

"Let go."

The man's side face was tense, he pulled Shen Muqing's hand away with one hand, and took Xu Qingcheng's arm with the other, "Get up."

The tears flowed more fiercely.

She had been looking forward to it for a long time, how much he hated him, and he refused to come even in her dreams.

Xu Qingcheng grabbed his arm and propped herself up vigorously, her body pressed against his body, her arms tightly hugged his waist, and her face was naturally pressed into his arms, "Why did you appear, I almost forgot what you look like. "