Feng Yize waited for Wen Qinghuan for three days.

During these three days, he and Haochen had a deal.

The night before Qinghuan went to the imperial capital, she was sitting in front of the painting board and staring blankly, and Ziyang came in from outside without even notice.

"Qinghuan, why are you staring at the painting board if you don't draw?"

Ziyang reached out and shook her eyes, and his careful voice rang over her head with a three-point smile.

Qinghuan was so shocked that the brush in her hand almost fell off.

Turning his head to look at Ziyang standing behind him, "Brother, when did you come in?"

"Just now, you didn't even know I came in."

"Brother Zi Nan is gone?"

"Yeah, I'm back."

Ziyang pulled a chair and sat down next to her.

"Draw a picture for me."

Qinghuan looked at his pose, pursed her lips and smiled, "Okay."

Not long after, a handsome Wen Ziyang appeared on the painting board. Ziyang smiled with satisfaction, "My sister's painting skills are getting more and more amazing."

“That’s a must.”

"What were you thinking just now? Let me tell you, brother?"

"No."

"Do you want Feng Yize?" Wen Ziyang supported his chin with one hand, looked at Qinghuan with a handsome face, and narrowed his eyes.

Qinghuan frowned, "No."

"I thought you would be better at seeing Feng Yize, Qinghuan. I used to be a little prejudiced to Feng Yize. After the baptism of time, I don't think he is particularly bad. Although he is not as good as your brother, I cannot deny his kindness to you."

"When did you rebel?"

Qinghuan looked at Ziyang with a funny look.

"As you get closer and closer to him."

Ziyang put an arm on Qinghuan's shoulder and asked gently, "Are you thinking about going to the imperial capital tomorrow, or are you thinking about cooperating with Feng Yize, or are you regretting agreeing to him?"

“None are not.”

"What is that?"

Qinghuan bit her lower lip and raised her eyes to ask Ziyang, "Brother, do you think that Sister Qingling and Chu Junming have a different relationship?"

"How do you say that?"

Wen Ziyang narrowed his eyes and asked in confusion.

Of course, his contact with Bai Qingling is not as good as Qinghuan.

I have never seen the scene of Bai Qingling and Chu Junming getting along.

I don't know.

Qinghuan said what she saw a few days ago, frowned and said, "Sister Qingling told me that she has nothing to do with Chu Junming, but Chu Junming is very nice to her."

"so what?"

"So, nothing, so, I think Chu Junming may like Sister Qingling. Before I..."

"You are worried that even if Qingling is interested in Chu Junming, she will be worried that you have had a good impression of Chu Junming before."

Wen Ziyang took the conversation.

After saying that, he sighed again, "Qinghuan, what does this have to do with you? Don't take all the responsibilities on yourself. If Chu Junming really likes Qingling, then he will pursue it based on his ability. If he can't catch up, it's because he is not capable enough."

"Actually, I think Feng Yize is pretty good."

Qinghuan smiled.

Wen Ziyang frowned, "You don't want to accept Feng Yize, Qinghuan, if you like Feng Yize, it's understandable to accept him. But if you want Qingling and Chu Junming to have no worries, you're stupid."

"I'm just talking."

Qing Huan laughed angrily, "Brother, don't be so nervous. I'm not that great. But these days I think Feng Yize is really good."

"Then, do you still have any feelings for Chu Junming now?"

"It should be gone."

Qinghuan lowered her eyes, thought about it with her fingers for a while, and answered.

Wen Ziyang saw her expression in his eyes and understood it.

He smiled and said, "It's good if you don't have it. Chu Junming is not bad, but I don't think he has the human touch of Feng Yize. Feng Yize is a pistachio. Although he is stupid, you are very happy with him, aren't you?"

"Brother, you are lucky that you are not a girl, otherwise I would think you like Feng Yize."

"I'm talking nonsense again."

Wen Ziyang glared at her, got up, and then reached out to rub her hair.

Amid Wen Qinghuan's protest, he said, "Don't be idle, go back to your room to rest early." He walked out of the studio with great strides.

——

The next morning.

Imperial Capital Airport.

Feng Yize sent the driver who came to pick them up, opened the door of the passenger seat for Qinghuan, and then closed the door of the gentleman before he got into the main seat.

"Qinghuan, let's go to have a meal first. After dinner, put your luggage away, and then go to the company."

"Um."

Qinghuan nodded with a smile, without objection to his arrangement.

Feng Yize did not take Qinghuan elsewhere, but went to a restaurant run by their brothers.

Before he entered the family company, he ran restaurants to pass the time.

As soon as he walked into the restaurant, Feng Yize was about to talk to Qinghuan when he saw a waiter rolling down the stairs.

Accompanied by countless screams in the restaurant.

And, the scolding came from the second floor.

Feng Yize's narrow peach blossom eyes suddenly narrowed out a sharp look, and grabbed Wen Qinghuan, who was originally standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Qinghuan, wait for me."

"Um."

Although Qinghuan didn't know what he was going to do.

Still nodded gently.

Her hand was released, and she looked at Feng Yize and walked forward quickly.

"Feng Yize, you're just right. We ate mouse shit in your restaurant. This little bastard not only does not apologize or admit it, but also says that if we like to eat, just get out if we don't eat. Is that how you treat God?"

The evil one complains first.

The person who kicked the waiter down the stairs.

Step by step, wrapped in a domineering atmosphere.

Looking at Feng Yize's eyes, there was a deep sense of contempt and ridicule, as well as the cruelty and complacentness of framing others.

After Feng Yize called the police and emergency calls, he calmly put away his cell phone and checked the waiter's injuries.

Because the stairs and floors have carpets.

The waiter himself knows how to protect himself when he is in danger. He rolls down all the way and protects his head, but he doesn't fall very seriously.

"Mr. Feng, it's not our fault."

"Don't talk, go to the hospital for physical examination first."

Feng Yize spoke lightly and ordered two other foremen to take him to the hospital.

"Yes, Mr. Feng."

"Feng Yize, how do you plan to compensate us? There is rat shit in your soup. If you don't give me an explanation today, you know the consequences."

Feng Jinze stopped on the last two steps.

I think that I can look down on Feng Yize at such a height.

"Brother, I definitely don't admit how much he can compensate."

Feng Haoze sneered and echoed, glancing at the comments below with smugness.

Let’s see how Yize quibbles.

Feng Yize narrowed his eyes and shrank away the usual carefree eyebrows, and there was a cold feeling.

He looked at the lobby manager.

The other party immediately reported what had just happened.

Feng Haoze and Feng Jinze brought their friends to have dinner. When they were halfway through, they said that they had rat shit in the soup and did not give anyone a chance to explain or investigate the reasons. They beat people without saying that they pushed them down.
Chapter completed!