Duan Ying, on the other hand, sat on the sofa as if she was lost, her eyes gradually starting to lose focus.
[In a small county on the 7th and 8th lines, there are very few cars on the street]
[You need to know some rules and don’t embarrass the Feng family]
Duan Ying really saw that Jiang Qin was from a small city and thought that he had little knowledge and would be intimidated by a big family, so she planned to establish power for them both and even called herself a relative of the emperor.
But when put together with the pictures on the news, she felt that in the eyes of the other party, she might be a clown with arrogant teeth and claws, so her whole face turned a little blue.
But she still can’t understand how the withdrawn and autistic Feng Nanshu could have such a boyfriend.
Duan Ying’s eyelids twitched wildly as she recalled the scene of the man feeding Feng Nanshu just now.
“Actually, when he came in, I just took one look and felt like it.”
“Isn’t this an afterthought? Why didn’t you say anything just now? Duan Ying kicked her in the face.”
“He… doesn’t look as distinctive as Mr. Ma, and he’s so young. Who would think so.”
“Indeed, he’s not wearing a suit either.”
Duan Ying listened to the whispers next to her and was in a sense of illusion that she couldn’t escape from.
The ladies standing in the living room poked each other one by one, and finally picked up their bags and quietly left the Feng family villa.
At this time, the living room fell into an eerie silence. Duan Ying’s thoughts gradually returned to reality and she found that there was no one around.
fine……
Duan Ying took a deep breath, the shock dissipated, she returned to rationality, and calmed down a little.
It’s okay, Pintuan is just a website maker.
Feng’s business is so big that it involves real estate, venture capital, and is even big enough to cross the ocean and do business overseas. It is definitely a giant that is out of reach in the face of group joining.
But, how could Feng Nanshu have such a boyfriend?
Duan Ying found it incomprehensible and squeezed the water glass she picked up tightly.
At this moment, there was suddenly an engine sound outside the door, and the black Rolls-Royce slowly stopped.
Uncle Gong opened the door and got out of the car, helped Feng Shirong, who was full of alcohol, from the back seat and came to the living room.
“Shirong, why did you drink so much?”
Duan Ying quickly adjusted her expression, as if nothing was wrong, and ordered the servant to prepare the sobering soup.