Feng Ying was silent for a while. When he saw the steak she hadn't eaten, he leaned over and brought it to him, stacked her plate on his own, picked up her knife and fork, and continued to finish the plate of beef.

Jian Qian looked at him in surprise, as if he had just said that it would not taste good if it was cold.

"It's a shameful waste. When I was poor, I also ate the same stuff I made."

Feng Ying knew what she was thinking and started talking about it.

But Jian Qian couldn't associate him with a person who couldn't afford hot steamed buns.

He now looks like a ruthless overlord who wants to dominate one side.

"I might get married."

He said after finishing the beef.

Jian Qian looked at him and didn't know what to say. It wasn't until he raised his eyes to meet hers that she opened her mouth and said a little unnaturally: "Congratulations."

"That's that woman. You've met a lot of people. What do you think of her?"

Feng Ying asked again, still looking at her straightly.

Jian Qian thought for a while. Although she only met once that day, she should be a very smart woman who could get along with him, so she nodded: "She is a rare and good woman."

"snort."

He smiled, took a sip from the only glass of wine, and then looked out the window again.

A rare good woman.

Jian Qian looked at him and said, "You know Mr. Yan in our city, right? He and his wife are also in a business marriage. It is said that they just admired each other at first, but later they fell in love. Now they have a son, and the family of three is very happy."

"What do you want to say?"

Feng Ying was confused when he heard this, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"You will also be happy."

she says.

"..."

Feng Ying's expression gradually turned cold.

Jian Qian didn't know what was going on with her. She felt sour in her heart, and gradually she didn't dare to look at him anymore.

After all, they are better off.

She turned her head and looked out the window.

She was a little angry as to why her life experience was so poor.

If it were a little better, she wouldn't have to meet a decent man. When asking him for a blind date at someone's home, she wouldn't dare to say anything and would have to give her blessing.

If she, Jian Qian, had a family background, she would definitely not let...

No!

What do they like about them?

Jian Qian stood up when she started to cry again: "You can go by yourself when you have finished sitting. I'm a little tired and I'm going to rest first."

She said and left and entered the master bedroom.

Feng Ying was still sitting there.

When you've had enough of sitting, do you want to walk by yourself?

Didn't chase him away again.

But they are like this now...

Feng Ying felt that he had been greatly humiliated, but at this moment, he was still sitting here.

I don’t know how long it took, but the phone rang.

"What's up?"

"Boss, Mr. Lu and the others are here."

"Well, let's arrange for them to enter the private room first."

Feng Ying quickly hung up the phone and stood up.

The living room, which was not very large, was as quiet as ever. He raised his hand to fasten the buttons of his coat, and then glanced towards the bedroom.

Whatever.

Just think that you have entered into the friendship of landlords.
Chapter completed!