Little slag run

Di Que was instantly disappointed. It was impossible for Chen Feng to apologize to him by writing such a bland thing.

It's just that there is no signature on the card, and Di Que couldn't guess the origin of this bouquet of flowers for a while.

He stared at the card stupidly for a long time, and suddenly thought of a person, and his head was immediately covered with black lines.

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

Di Que studied the message on the paper in his hand over and over again, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he couldn't think of anything but this person.

That Italian mafia hasn't forgotten him yet, and came to him again after such a long time?

"Oh... what a mess!" Di Que was inexplicably irritable, and swept the entire bunch of flowers to the ground, crushing them with his feet.

What kind of princess knight, midnight and early morning, who the hell wants to keep you overnight!Haunted!

The people you want to see don't show up, but the people you don't want to see stick to you.

Di Que vented all his dissatisfaction with Chen Feng on the innocent roses, cursing and losing his temper at the irresistible plants.

After venting hysterically, Di Que pulled his tie and took a breath.

The bright red wreckage was scattered all over the ground, and Di Que's head ached even more after being stimulated by the strong visual effect.

"Nie Xiaoqian, I'm going out now, you clean my room!" Di Que rushed out like a gust of wind.

"Di Shao, the afternoon meeting..."

"Open tomorrow!"

Di Que was driving the car on the highway, with the music turned up to the loudest, trying to put all the boredom behind him.

Going around, childish venting not only did not ease his emotions, but added fuel to the fire, making him even more irritable.

What's so great about Chen Feng, he has many suitors, both men and women, could it be that an old man can't live without Chen Feng?

Just as he was furiously stepping on the gas pedal, suddenly the cell phone beside him rang, Di Que picked it up, and the male voice inside remained the same steady tone for thousands of years.

"Have you calmed down now, let's have a good talk..."

"Fuck you!" Di Quebiao cursed and dropped the phone.

At this time, Chen Feng still believed that he was impulsive and irrational, and his attitude of contacting him was still so condescending, which made people uncomfortable.

Chen Feng was thrown from the phone by the irritable little rooster. He stared at the phone for a long time before sighing and rubbing his eyebrows.

Di Que wanted to break up with him, but Chen Feng still couldn't give up despite being heartbroken.

Di Que doesn't like the hard-on-the-hand one, and the soft-hearted policy makes people even more lawless. It's the first time Chen Feng has encountered such a hard rock, and he has a headache and can't even sleep well.

How can Di Que make him feel satisfied with him?

Chen Feng took a few breaths as if venting, and really wanted to hire a few people on the road to kidnap Di Que and imprison him on an uninhabited island.

"Look, I told him he wouldn't answer my phone." Chen Feng shook his head while holding the phone to Meng Fan who was sitting across from him.

Meng Fan couldn't help showing sympathy for him, and quickly comforted him: "It's okay, just wait for him to disappear in two days."

"Hehe, I didn't expect that one day it would be your turn to be my relationship consultant." Chen Feng sighed with a smile.

Meng Fan also laughed shyly, playing with the coffee cup in front of him, and said, "I used to talk about my thoughts with you, Brother Feng, and I think it's my repayment. And now that you two are at odds, Di Que spends all day going to Shang If Shi Yao's family ran away, I wouldn't be able to bear it either."

"Well, what you said is quite pertinent."

Meng Fan finally asked Shang Shiyao about the ins and outs of the incident, but was severely warned by Shang Shiyao not to meddle in his own business.

Originally, Meng Fan also agreed, but when he went to the supermarket, he unexpectedly met Chen Feng walking out of a bar.

He had never seen Chen Feng look so decadent and depressed. There were even blue stubbles protruding from his face, completely missing his usual shrewdness.

Meng Fan's heart softened, he still slowed down and called Chen Feng to a stop.

It turned out that Chen Feng would also go to his own bar to drink away his sorrows and sleep until noon before regaining his energy.

Meng Fan claimed that he was not a love expert, but after listening to Chen Feng's description, he felt that he was indeed a fan of the authorities. Up to now, he has not found any irreconcilable contradictions in the content of the two people's quarrel.

"Brother Feng, I think if you take the initiative to apologize for this incident, Young Master Di probably won't mind."

Chen Feng shook his head, with a bitter voice: "This time it's not a matter of who apologizes, but... I don't know how I should face him next."

"Meng Fan, you are an understanding type, but Di Que is different. He is definitely the type who pushes his nose and puts on his face. My concession today does not give me the confidence that he will also be willing to stay by my side in the future because of my concession. .” Chen Feng expressed his concerns.

For the first time, he showed his weak and worried side in front of others, and Chen Feng felt that he was really old, and his fragility had reached the point where he couldn't hide it.

"..." Meng Fan looked at Chen Feng's frowning look, and suddenly smiled: "Brother Feng, this is the love of a normal person."

Chen Feng was stunned, not understanding the meaning of Meng Fan's words.

"Two people are not in a relationship of controlling and being controlled. How can they completely control the other person's mind? There is no fairness in giving and receiving love. Only those who are in love can understand."

Meng Fan stared at Chen Feng with sincere eyes, Chen Feng savored the meaning of Meng Fan's words carefully, and nodded with a vague understanding.

"Brother Feng, don't mind if I speak straight to you. The people you dated before are not lovers in the true sense of the word, so the previous you just regarded the other half as an object that you can freely control. This time, if you If you really like Di Que, then completely abandon that old self, as you said, Di Que is different from us."

Letting go of your old self?Chen Feng's heart moved, and Meng Fan's words struck a certain thought, but only for a moment, the thought that was about to break out of the cocoon shrank back.

"Meng Fan, what do you mean..." Chen Feng was about to ask again when Meng Fan suddenly picked up the phone.

"Ah... that... I took the car to have it washed by the way, and I'll be back soon, so you don't have to worry." After talking on the phone for a while, Meng Fan smiled at Chen Feng embarrassingly, got up and said goodbye .

"I've been out for too long, and Shang Shiyao is worried about me." Meng Fan smiled shyly but brimming with happiness: "I promised him not to participate in the matter of you and Di Que, but in the end I didn't control myself."

Chen Feng also stood up, and said politely: "The two of us have indeed caused you a lot of trouble, why are you still willing to listen to my complaints?"

"Hehe, you see that Shang Shiyao is so kind to me, it seems that he has paid more, but maybe I am the one who is really locked up, so there is really no right or wrong in love, so don't worry too much about it." It's better to stick to the immediate outcome." Meng Fan waved to Chen Feng and drove away.

Chen Feng watched Meng Fan leave and heaved a long sigh of relief.

What Meng Fan said is very reasonable, but he can really be as chic as Meng Fan said, only enjoying the thrilling and joyful feeling of the roller coaster in love in front of him, and not worrying about the possibility that Di Que will leave him one day sex?

Is it better to rush up and gamble again, or stop here so as not to fall harder?

Di Que drove the car around for a long time, still feeling puzzled, and finally stopped in front of a KTV.

Sitting alone in a luxurious private room that can accommodate 30 to [-] people, he picked up his mobile phone and called Ji Duoduo.

Within half an hour, Ji Duoduo arrived at the scene wearing a handsome leather jacket and leather boots. Seeing that Di Que's nose and eyes were intact, she dumped her bag and leaned on the sofa to complain.

"I said, young master, are you playing a prank game on the United TV station to trick me? You actually let me drive back from the long distance north of the city. Didn't you say that you are about to die? I can see why you are still alive and kicking."

"Oh, I have a lot, your brother and I are really dying, I miss you so much." Di Que approached with a hippie smile, rubbing his chin on Ji Duoduo's shoulder.

Since Ji Duoduo's showdown with Di Que, the two of them have let go instead, which seems to be a bit of a nonsense.But even so, Di Que had never acted coquettishly with her in such an exaggerated manner.

Ji Duoduo shivered abruptly, pushed Di Que away, fled far away, and said in horror: "What stimulated you? Are you broken in love?"

Di Que lay down on the sofa and said shamelessly: "Yeah, why don't you come and comfort my brother, do you have a conscience..."

Ji Duoduo was stunned, walked over and squatted in front of Di Que and stared at him curiously: "When did you have an underground affair, and it was so well hidden, who is she, do I know her?"

Di Que turned over and sat up, and changed the topic: "The points are all divided, why ask so many questions? I called you here today to let you sing with my brother and me. What kind of paparazzi are you?"

Ji Duoduo pouted and cried out for grievances: "I really gave up my life to accompany the villain, and I can't even get back a valuable news thread."

Di Que no longer paid any attention to her at this time, and started to sing alone, with plausible words in his mouth, threatening that I must sing to my heart's content today.

Ji Duoduo sat on the sofa looking around at the environment of the private room, and suddenly said: "I said... just the two of us in such a big private room?"

"That's right. I don't want to see too many people, they are noisy, hehe, did I give you some face?" Di Que turned his head and gave Ji Duoduo a bright and shameless smile.

Ji Duoduo rolled his eyes back, and said inhumanely: "My innocent young and beautiful girl is alone in a room with a well-dressed beast like you, who is giving face to whom?"

The corner of Di Que's mouth froze, and he laughed loudly: "You give me face, thank you Miss Qian for showing me face."

Ji Duoduo pouted and said, "No, I'm still worried. I'm going to call another friend to accompany me."

Di Que's eyes lit up, and he rushed over and asked, "A girl? Is she pretty?"

"Of course it's the flower protector, man."

"Hey... don't call your boyfriend." Di Que immediately reached out to grab Ji Duoduo's cell phone. Ji Duoduo smiled and hid away, then ran and laughed: "It's not a boyfriend, it's just a senior who studied in Italy."

"Then I won't be a boyfriend sooner or later, so I don't want to be a matchmaker." Di Que was annoyed, he was broken in love, but let him watch other young people kiss me, he must be short-hearted.

"It's impossible. I was going to meet him just now, but I turned it down because of you. Anyway, your business is not serious. It's better to ask someone to come over and have fun. He's very good at making people happy." Ji Duoduo Run around the room with your phone in hand.

Di Que saw Ji Duoduo's insistence, and thought that it would be good to know more friends, and there was no need to haggle with the girls on this trivial matter.

He pretended to be tired from chasing, stopped and panted and said, "You can call him over, and let him pay the bill later."

"Stinky rascal!" Ji Duoduo scolded with a smile, but still called to invite the senior over.