Huhua President

She can deceive people with her pitiful appearance, and even deceived Mrs. Deng, the cunning and cunning Major General Alexander, and the self-proclaimed Suave Gongsun Yingwei. It is to beware of everyone.

"What? You're not leaving? Could it be that you want to go to Singapore?" Chen Fangrui turned around and joked with him.

Lin Zhenhai paid for the coffee, straightened the skirt of his suit, and when he was sitting in the corner waiting for her just now, he wanted to explain the current situation to her as clearly as possible, but now he should get to know Chen Meimei well. .

"I'd like to know...how did you find out that Zhang Nana gave Viagra that pocket watch?"

She beckoned for him to come over, "A trademark on a chain!"

Lin Zhenhai didn't quite understand, and frowned to express his doubts.

"Finch is a French brand. It inherits the tradition of European watchmaking technology. The buyer's name or family name is engraved on the body of the watch, usually on the hands and inside the watch movement!"

"Zhang Nana's name is on the pointer?" Lin Zhenhai admired her eyes.

"No! It's on the trademark! Finch will engrave the name of the recipient on the watch body where the trademark is. This is what makes it different. Zhang Nana is Korean, and the French can't write it, so they have to engrave a y. lingnna, and her pronunciation is somewhat similar."

Lin Zhenhai opened the car door for her, "Then you also saw Zhang Nana in the theater?"

"That's right! She likes red so much, of course it's easy to recognize! I saw her sneaking into the bathroom almost as soon as I turned around."

Lin Zhenhai sat beside her, beckoned the driver to drive, looked at Chen Fangrui's complacent expression and shook his head helplessly.

Lin Zhenhai and Chen Fangrui arrived home just in time for dinner, without the presence of Gongsun Yingwei and Major General Alexander, the dinner table always seemed deserted, and Sorafi sat in his seat early and fiddled with chopsticks.

Chen Fangrui changed her clothes, and when she sat down, she glanced at Major General Alexander's seat. He hadn't come back for dinner for four days. Today, Lin Zhenhai revealed the truth to himself again. It seems that the situation has reached the most difficult point when.

"Are you still used to eating food?" Mrs. Deng asked, looking at Chen Fangrui's slightly serious face.

"It's okay." Chen Fangrui squeezed her a little smile, but she didn't taste much of the food in her mouth.

"That's good, I'm afraid you're not used to it." Mrs. Deng breathed a sigh of relief, right as her serious eyebrows were not used to the taste of the food. In contrast, Lin Zhenhai was much calmer, with her familiar face He is silent, but for a person like him, the inside and the outside are always different, the so-called inconsistency between the outside and the inside, should prove the sentence - the complexion is like water, and those who have thunder in their chest worship the general.

After dinner, Mrs. Deng and Sorafi went for a walk in the courtyard as usual. Chen Fangrui shrugged off her discomfort and wanted to go back to her room to rest. She had a premonition that the crisis in Singapore would end tonight, and a three-legged confrontation would be established.

"Meimei, I'll get you pajamas."

"No need," she called to Mama Lin who was following her, "go make a pot of Pu'er tea and bring it in." She was going to wait for Major General Alexander to find her.

The room was covered with the afterglow of the evening sunset, and the faint fragrance of tea lingered around Chen Fangrui. She sat in the wicker chair and looked at the bookcase in front of her.