Spoiled By The President:My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 688

Even if those old wounds are healed, the scar is still there, even if you are willing to forgive, does your heart agree?

Do you really think that two people can go back to the past after what happened?

Dugu Ying sighed and stopped thinking. After packing up, she went to Feng Xinglang's ward.

And at this point, on the other side.

Feng Yi received an invitation from a friend and had a meeting to go to at the bar in the evening.

Since he had Kang Luoyao, he has rarely gone out to play. Usually, if he is free, he mostly stays at home or goes to the production team to explore Kang Luoyao's class.

They had a good time talking about their underground love. Today, he was invited out for the first time since their marriage.

Friends do not know his marriage, so recently, see him has not come out, just as the family beat tight, inconvenient, so did not ask.

Feng Yi also called Kang Luoyao, who was filming in the production group, before going to the appointment.

Naturally, kangluoyao had no opinion.

She didn't like to control others, and she didn't think it was anything. Although Feng Yi was a prodigal son before, she knew that his nature was not like that.

What's more, some things you want to prevent can not be prevented, it is better not to prevent.

Therefore, with a very generous wave of her hand, she agreed directly.

When Feng Yi arrived at the bar, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

After working overtime, I came back after dinner.

This time point is very late for other places, but it is still early for places like bars.

In the hall, there were several people sitting at the wrong table. As soon as he was led by the waiter to the VIP box, he opened the door, and a burst of music came.

"Oh, my father, you are here at last."

Some people immediately welcomed him, and they all hooked up with each other. Soon, they integrated into this lively feast.

At the same time, the next box.

Wen Wenjun is also drinking with a group of people.

These people are not from China. Some of them are blonde and some are South Vietnamese with big beards. They all look rather coarse.

Most of them have tattoos on their arms, several of them with scars on their faces.

When talking and drinking, he is also a bold and bold style. There are several smoking in the room.

Because there was too much smoke in the whole box, even the air became a little smoky.

These people and Wen Wenjun's style is very different, therefore, when he appears here, inevitably will be a little abrupt.

However, judging from the attitude of these people towards him, it seems that both sides have known each other for a long time, and there is no communication problem at all.

"Wen!" A man with a big beard suddenly slapped him on the shoulder and asked, "how about the last time you said you came back to do something? Is it done? "

Wen Wenjun raised his eyes to look at him, clearly two people compared, Wen Wenjun to appear much weaker.

But I don't know why. Just at this glance, he seems to have a higher status.

But the momentum of that big beard, but can't help but weak down.

He was smoking, not in a hurry to answer, but after smoking a cigarette, pressed out in the ashtray, and then said: "done."

Mustache originally looked at his face was not very good, but his heart still cluttered.

After seeing his answer, he was relieved and laughed again.

"Just do it. That's not a good thing. You should be happy. Why do you look so unhappy now?"

Moustache is a foreigner. He doesn't speak Chinese well, so some words don't express the meaning.

Wen Wenjun chewed the word "good thing".

Half ring, a sneer.

Yes, it is.

I'm afraid that there is no man in the world who is so stupid and has done good deeds for so many years.

As long as you think of Su Wan's face, Wen Wenjun feels bored.

He picked up the glass on the table and drank it with his neck up.

Mustache didn't understand what he was thinking.

But anyone with eyes could see that he was in a bad mood.

Nearby, other people see the situation, also can't help but look sideways.

Two blonde men looked at each other, whispered something, and came up with their glasses.

"Hey, why drink alone? Shall we call you a beautiful woman to accompany you? "

They all speak Chinese, but you can tell from their accent that Chinese is not very good.

Wen Wenjun looked at him and shook his head.

"No more."

"Wen, don't do that! There is an old saying in your country, where there is no fragrant grass in the end of the world, why love a flower alone

He grinned, put his hand on Wen Wenjun's shoulder, and continued to advise: "men, come out to play is to be happy. There are so many beautiful women in China, why are you so unhappy here for one of them? Don't you think so?"When the man came up, he wore a thick, cheap perfume.

Wen Wenjun frowned, subconsciously unhappy side let.

He said in a cold voice, "no, you drink. I'll go out and breathe."

Then he got up and went out.

The blonde man was so cold that he gave him a cold look. First he froze, then his face sank.

After Wen Wenjun left, he was about to stand up, but he was pressed by the people next to him.

The man shook his head in silence, and he forced down his anger and let Wen Wenjun leave.

Wen Wenjun did not go far, but stood in the corridor outside the box.

In fact, the air in the box is not good, and the air here is not much better than inside.

This kind of place is full of bad atmosphere.

He put his hands on the railing and watched the hot girls dancing on the stage below, but he had no feeling in his eyes.

There is only endless indifference and hatred.

Why?

Why?

He didn't understand why he paid so much and kept it for so many years. In the end, it was not as important as that person in her heart.

He used to think that even if she didn't like herself, she had deep feelings for herself.

He doesn't care if she still loves Feng Xinglang. Maybe that position will never be replaced. It's because he appears too late, he thinks.

But he can't help but care. In his heart, in addition to Feng Xinglang, there are other people who are more important than him.

So what's in her mind?

Thinking of this, Wen Wenjun couldn't help laughing at himself.

Just at this moment, a hot girl with exposed clothes came unsteadily.

She seems to have drunk too much, and she's wobbly when she walks.

Seeing him, a beautiful face suddenly bloomed with flowers.