Mr. Long left Guancheng that day.
Mr. Long didn’t care at all about the situation of Ning Siqi’s miscarriage.
In his eyes, Ning Siqi was just a chess piece for him.
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Jiangcheng.
As night fell, time passed quickly, and it was late at night in a blink of an eye.
The temperature in Jiangcheng was much lower than that in Wancheng, and it snowed again during the day. By late night, everyone fell asleep.
Feng Qing had just finished socializing and came out of the hotel.
She also drank some wine, and her pretty face was slightly flushed, which was due to drinking.
Fang Yao, who was waiting for her outside, saw her coming out, immediately got out of the car and went to greet her.
After seeing Fang Yao, Feng Qing’s secretary nodded to Fang Yao and said hello.
Fang Yao also nodded.
“You go back and rest.”
Feng Qing turned to her secretary and said.
The secretary didn’t say much and quickly got in the car and left.
As long as Assistant Fang is here, they don’t need to be around. One Assistant Fang is worth ten of her.
Fang Yao took off his coat and was about to put it on Feng Qing.
Feng Qing stopped him and said, “I’m not cold.”
“Hurry up and put on your coat. It’s very cold at this point. I’m not a three-year-old child, so I know I need to dress when it’s cold.”
“It’s not cold inside, but it’s very cold outside. I see you don’t wear much.”
Fang Yao wanted to put his coat on her, but she stopped him again.
“Mr. Fang, you really don’t need it. Put it on quickly so you don’t catch a cold.”
Seeing that she refused to put on his coat, Fang Yao had no choice but to put on his coat.
Then he walked toward her car.