Chapter 249: The Substitute Lover is on Strike (34)
Chapter 249: The Substitute Lover is on Strike (34)
Cheng Fanli was a little absent-minded. When he looked at his phone, he found that the call was hung up.
I don't know when it was hung.
After sitting for a long time, Cheng Fanli stood up and set off for the airport.
She comforted herself that if she went back today she would be able to catch up with work tomorrow and also cancel her leave at the same time.
There were some indescribable emotions in her heart, and Cheng Fanli knew it was not just a feeling of loss.
Cheng Fanli came as soon as he said one word. After she came, she didn't even see him. He just called her and asked her to go back.
Fine.
Anyway, the relationship between Xiao Shuyuan and her was not equal to begin with.
What is she looking forward to?
Cheng Fanli closed her eyes, revealing no extra emotion on her face.
After she got off the plane, she got into the car. Halfway through the ride, Cheng Fanli got off.
Cheng Fanli felt a little stuffy in his chest and wanted to breathe some fresh air.
The phone was very quiet during this period without any calls or messages.
It was because of this silence that Cheng Fanli felt a little breathless.
The night obscured the last ray of light, the sky had darkened, and the world seemed to be plunged into darkness.
The car that had just carried Cheng Fanli merged into the moving traffic and intersected with the city lights.
The wind was chilly, and the coldness seemed to penetrate through the skin and into the bones.
The driver dropped her off on a busy street. Cheng Fanli walked around aimlessly. There was a constant flow of people coming and going around her, but it made the street seem even lonelier.
Cheng Fanli opened his cell phone and took a look, still the same, no call.
Probably still busy.
Maybe when he has some free time, he will remember that there is Cheng Fanli, who was suddenly called over by him and then suddenly asked to come back.
Cheng Fanli's steps were very slow, as if he was taking a walk.
As she was walking, suddenly a voice called her.
"...Ms. Cheng."
Cheng Fanli didn't react the first time.
The voice behind shouted again, and the voice was getting closer.
"Miss Cheng."
This time Cheng Fanli was really calling her.
She looked back and saw Chang Mo.
Cheng Fanli smiled slightly, "Mr. Chang, it's you."
"Yeah, I just saw you weren't quite sure."
Cheng Fanli walked slowly, and Chang Mo came over after confirming it.
"Thank you again for last time."
The last time Cheng Fanli got drunk, she stopped and listened to her assistant talking about meeting an acquaintance. In addition, Chang Mo sent her a message in the evening: If her alcohol tolerance is not very good, ask her not to drink too much at night.
He speaks very tactfully and knows his limits, which doesn't make people feel abrupt, and makes people feel that he is a gentleman.
Chang Mo had a gentle smile on his lips, "You're welcome, and I'm not the one sending you back."
"I wonder if Miss Cheng has eaten yet?"
At this moment, when someone mentioned it, Cheng Fanli's stomach growled twice as if to remind her. Cheng Fanli heard it and remembered that she had not eaten lunch.
Feeling a little embarrassed, she glanced at Chang Mo's face. There was no expression on his face, as if he didn't hear it.
Since they were close, he should have heard it, so Cheng Fanli nodded and said, "I haven't eaten yet..."
"If Miss Cheng doesn't mind, we can have dinner together. It's just in front." Chang Mo said as he looked at the private kitchen not far away. "I was just on the phone and didn't expect to see Miss Cheng by chance."
"It's quite a coincidence," Cheng Fanli also felt it was a bit of a coincidence. She and this man seemed to have a little fate. She had run into him several times. S City is not small, and it was a fate to run into him repeatedly. But Cheng Fanli was not in a good mood today, and because of Xiao Shuyuan, she shook her head and said, "Next time I run into him, I'll treat Mr. Chang to a meal. I have something else to do today. Sorry."
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