A friend of Xu Yanfeng met an acquaintance at a hotel.
That acquaintance was none other than Xu Yanfeng's girlfriend from university, who was now a thing of the past.
The two greete...
Zhou Du: “…”
Five minutes later, Zhou Du came back, walking towards him like a rusty robot, with his hands and feet trembling. He sat down on the chair under great pressure, still not daring to look at Xu Yanfeng. He picked up the fork and buried his head in eating the pasta. As for what it tasted like, sorry, he couldn't taste it at all. After a few more bites, he felt his stomach cramping.
It's so painful.
Lu Mingji keenly noticed that there was a strange magnetic field between the other three people except him, which meant that something must have happened to them that he didn't know about.
Could it be that... Xia Xi and Zhou Du had a relationship?
Everyone present had their own thoughts, except for the two children, who were immersed in the food and unaffected. Youyou was completely immersed in it, while Ziheng, knowing Xu Yanfeng was his father, was a little curious about him and stole a few glances at him.
Xu Yanfeng rolled up the pasta with a fork in hand. He didn't look at Zhou Du, but he said to him, "I'm really curious. How could two people who were once so close in love break up so suddenly? Why don't you give me an answer today?"
Zhou Du said "Damn it" in his heart, he knew he couldn't escape.
The sins you committed in the past will eventually come back to haunt you.
Zhou Du opened his mouth, but it was like a dud, not a single word came out for a long while.
Xia Xi lowered his eyes, his palms sweating, fearing that Zhou Du would say something wrong and reveal something, so he kicked him under the table as a warning.
In a panic, he lost control of the direction and kicked the other side with his toes. Xu Yanfeng frowned, lowered his eyelashes and glanced under the table. The light was dim, but he could still see a trace of dust on his pure black trousers.
It's no need to think too much about whose masterpiece it is.
Xu Yanfeng put down his fork, leaned forward slightly, and flicked his fingers across his trouser legs twice. He gave Xia Xi a questioning look: "What are you doing in public?"
Xia Xi: “…”
If I don't do anything, I'll want to die.