99 degrees of favor

Chapter 835 A Call That Died Unhappily

"..." She was a little confused, what happened suddenly?

"Thank you for a thousand words." She drank the tea in her cup as she spoke.

Su Xiaoxiao thought that she was going to go abroad, a bit of bitterness filled her heart, she raised her head and drank the wine in the glass.

Xiang Tianluo also finished eating, and his eyes kept falling on Shengyu.

Sheng Yu also felt his gaze, his eyes turned slightly, and met Xiang Tianluo's dark eyes.

"President Sheng." The corners of Xiang Tianluo's lips raised slightly, "I'm neglecting you."

"When are you leaving?" Shengyu stared at him indifferently, with a slight rejection in his tone, "Hasn't the contract been signed? The project has also started."

Su Xiaoxiao looked up at Sheng Yu in shock, and saw that he was staring coldly at the man not far away.

He was actually issuing an order to evict guests? ?

Following Shengyu's gaze, Su Xiaoxiao saw a slight smile on Xiang Tianluo's handsome face, and heard his tone lightly, "Who said I'm leaving? I bought a house in Dahan and plan to settle here , Jiangcheng is indeed the most prosperous city in the world, I like it very much."

Sheng Yu frowned, and there was faint displeasure hidden in those eyes as deep as a cold pool.

He did it on purpose!

"Tianluo, shall we go?" Su Xiaoxiao held Fang Xiaoyu's shoulder, "Xiaoyu is going to rest."

"Okay." Xiang Tianluo smiled like a gentleman, and he stood up.

Fang Xiaoyu looked at Sheng Yu in embarrassment, and was gently helped up by Su Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao..." Isn't this too rude?

"Xiaoyu." She smiled at her, and didn't want her to ask any questions. She will tell her all the explanations when she goes back.

Under Sheng Yu's forbearing gaze, Xiang Tianluo left with Su Xiaoxiao and Fang Xiaoyu.

He invited her to dinner, but she refused.

The next second, she appeared here with another man.

This incident made Shengyu very, very unhappy!

In the elevator, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Smile, did you quarrel with Mr. Sheng?"

"I won't quarrel with him! Childish!" Su Xiaoxiao couldn't bear the annoyance in his heart.

Xiang Tianluo smiled, but Fang Xiaoyu was very anxious.

……

this evening.

In a certain villa in Han Long City.

On the balcony on the second floor, Xiang Tianluo was leaning against the railing to face the wind. He was looking at the starry night sky and answering the phone.

The person on the phone asked in a low voice, "Is she really going abroad?"

"Yes."

After a pause for a few seconds, the man sighed, "Can't we keep her? Once she goes abroad, our plan will be ruined."

Xiang Tianluo raised his eyebrows, and said thoughtfully, "If you want to stay, I shouldn't be the one to stay."

"How to say?"

"It can only be done by someone else." His voice was very good, with a bit of bewitching taste, "Let me figure out a way."

After thinking about it for a while, the person on the other end of the phone confessed, "You need to establish a good relationship with Shengyu, and see if I can get you into Shengshi through Su Xiaoxiao."

"I know, so I bought a house in Dahan, intending to settle down. But..." He frowned, and said a little awkwardly, "But my relationship with Shengyu seems to be a bit bad."

"Is it because of Su Xiaoxiao? It just proves that he cares about her very much, which is also a good signal. Men have all kinds of emotions and six desires. Once they fall in love, their IQ will be halved, so..."

Xiang Tianluo said in a low voice, "I don't want to use her, she is very pitiful."

"This is not taking advantage, we are helping her."

Xiang Tianluo's tone was a little low, "I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it..."

"If you want to achieve great things, you can't be indecisive!"

"What do you mean by helping her? Help her or help yourself?"

"..."

After a phone call for a full hour, the two parties finally broke up a little bit unhappy.

Settlement villa.

It was very quiet at night.

In the bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows.

An Xin was wearing a white nightgown. He was sitting on the sofa chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring out the window with deep eyes.

(End of this chapter)