"You two old guys go ahead, I’ll be right there!"
Boss Cong understood the two bosses’ intentions, which were exactly his own.
Zhang Hongyun, although she understood in her heart, didn’t say anything until the two bosses got in their car and left. She accidentally saw two acquaintances standing at the side of the hotel, and it felt like a giant thunderbolt struck her head. Her expression at that mont could be described as embarrassed, or utterly humiliated.
Fan Qing and Tan Yiwen were shocked too, puzzled as to how she had beco so fallen.
As for Zhang Hongyun, she was furious with sha, suddenly lowered her head and stopped looking at them.
"I’m feeling a bit dizzy now, I’ve sent off those two old things, accompany upstairs for a while?"
Boss Cong lowered his voice and said to her.
Zhang Hongyun said nothing, just nodded.
"I just love your submissive little deanor, let’s go!"
Boss Cong saw that she intended to endure the humiliation, and felt pleased, quickly embraced her and was about to walk inside.
"Hongyun!"
Fan Qing couldn’t hold back first and called out to Zhang Hongyun.
After hearing the call, both Zhang Hongyun and Boss Cong turned back. Fan Qing stepped forward: "I wanted to discuss sothing with you tonight!"
Zhang Hongyun looked at her incredulously, then turned to the drunk man.
"Who is she?"
Boss Cong imdiately frowned, displeasedly looking at Fan Qing, then at the man holding a coat not far away.
"She’s my friend, how about tonight..."
Zhang Hongyun’s voice was very low, unsure if she could escape the disaster tonight, even if tonight was possible, what about tomorrow night, or the night after...
"You better think carefully, if you leave with her, will I still use you?"
Boss Cong lowered his voice, leaving Zhang Hongyun no room to regret.
"I understand, tomorrow night..."
Zhang Hongyun suddenly gathered her courage, raised her head to look at him for a mont, and said.
"What if you do the sa tomorrow night?"
Boss Cong gritted the words "the sa," with resentnt.
"I promise!"
She whispered to Boss Cong, pleading with her eyes.
"Hmph! Rember what you said!"
Boss Cong grumpily released her, threatening her before turning away.
Zhang Hongyun relaxed for a few seconds, but then tensed up again, turning to look at Fan Qing and Tan Yiwen standing by, filled with anger: "What did you stop for? Do you know stopping has been a disaster for ?"
"Wasn’t it you who asked Yiwen to co find you?"
Fan Qing asked in confusion, not expecting that coming to help would be t with bla, her appearance ant disaster to Zhang Hongyun?
"I asked Tan Yiwen to co, but did I call you over? Besides, do both of you know how embarrassing you’re making now?"
At the hotel entrance, as Zhang Hongyun glanced around, she noticed that passersby were watching her, angrily questioning.
"In that case, let’s leave! Let’s not embarrass Miss Zhang any further!"
Tan Yiwen looked at Zhang Hongyun’s hopeless appearance, stepped forward to gently take Fan Qing’s hand, no longer lingering.
Zhang Hongyun’s eyes widened instantly, Tan Yiwen’s temper now had really crossed her.
Previously, only she had thrown fits, her dissatisfaction blaming him, and now, seeing the frustration and resignation in Tan Yiwen’s eyes, she couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable agitation: "Tan Yiwen, you and Fan Qing won’t end well together!"
Tan Yiwen found her amusing but rely glanced back at her before continuing to lead Fan Qing away.
Fan Qing hadn’t anticipated Zhang Hongyun would shout at them in such a place, cursing them with a bad ending.
However, words spoken by unimportant people don’t seem to matter much anymore.
Afterwards, Zhang Hongyun drove ho alone, while Fan Qing and Tan Yiwen, having returned ho, were quickly cheered up not long after.
Fan Qing herself didn’t even know when she caught Tan Yiwen’s attention, when he began to like her, but the feeling of being comforted in his arms made him very happy.
——
Mu Family.
After returning, Mu Yichen was called over by the old man to sit on the sofa and accompany him to drink tea and play chess. After a ga, the old man looked at his phone to check the ti, then asked: "What’s the ti in Paris now?"
Mu Yichen was tidying up the chessboard, lifted his eyes after hearing that, and replied: "A little after four in the afternoon!"
"Oh? Then I won’t oppose you if I video call Mumu, right? I haven’t seen her in days, I sort of miss her."
The old man stared intently at Mu Yichen. Mu Yichen looked at him too, just didn’t say anything.
"If it makes you uncomfortable, why don’t you step aside?"
The old man couldn’t help saying again seeing his grandson so composed.
Mu Yichen still acted mute, but he packed up the chessboard, put it in the drawer under the coffee table, and then slowly leaned against the sofa back.
The old man chuckled lightly, giving him a you’re-so-predictable look, then dialed Qin Mu for a video call.
Qin Mu was still in the office, not off work yet, heard the video call notification, looked up to see it was Grandpa, imdiately answered without thinking.
Grandpa sat opposite Mu Yichen, upon Qin Mu answering the call, he first glanced at Mu Yichen, then smiled into the phone.
"Grandpa, you’re still not asleep so late!"
Qin Mu’s voice ca through the video, both familiar and distant.
"About to sleep, just finished a chess ga with Yichen, that boy, unlike you, keeps losing to !"
Grandpa joyfully chatted with Qin Mu.
"Oh! Is your health still good? While I’m not there, have you been eating on ti? Not secretly drinking, right?"
Hearing Mu Yichen’s na, Qin Mu didn’t say much more, cleverly diverted the topic quickly.
"Hmph, certainly not, is Grandpa the kind of person with poor self-control? Besides, Yichen is keeping an eye on , why don’t you two kids say a few words?"
Grandpa suddenly turned the video, before Qin Mu could blink, she saw Mu Yichen, her heart skipped a beat.
Mu Yichen, unprepared, instinctively lifted his gaze, his dark eyes staring into the cara.
To Qin Mu, that look felt like arrows piercing her heart.
"How have things been for you lately?"
Qin Mu asked.
"Hmm!"
Mu Yichen, sowhat awkwardly, turned his head to look at the TV screen, as though he had nothing to say to her, yet seed good-natured.
"It’s going to rain here, maybe we talk when I get back?"
Qin Mu felt like they both didn’t have much to say, found an excuse when looking out the window.
"Hmm!"
Mu Yichen grunted, without looking at the cara further.
Qin Mu saw his behavior, understood he didn’t want to look at her, he was also stifled, never mind, they’d talk alone soti.
Grandpa, anxious, furrowed his brows, thought to himself, is this kid stupid or has water gotten in his brain?
"Mumu, when are you coming back?"
Grandpa reluctantly ended, asked another question, began signaling Mu Yichen, struggling to connect even in a video, his grandson still had a big attitude, completely ignoring her.
Mu Yichen stared straight at the TV screen as he listened to Grandpa’s questions to Qin Mu, gave no indication of reacting.
"I was supposed to return these days, but suddenly an old client contacted , I promised to help design her stage costus, might take a while longer, Grandpa, you rest early, I’ll video call you again tomorrow, okay? It’s raining here!"
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