Loving You As Scheduled

Qin Guozhong glanced at Feng Jinglei, then turned to his grandson Qin Feimo, "Jinglei is—"

"La...la...la...la..."

A cell phone ringing suddenly rang, interrupting Qin Guozhong's words.

Everyone heard the sound and turned their eyes, only to find that the phone ringtone was coming from Feng Jinglei's body.

Realizing that it was her mobile phone, Feng Jinglei quickly put down her chopsticks and took the mobile phone out of her pocket.

At first glance, it was a strange number.

She twisted her brow slightly, then picked it up, "Hello?"

"..."

"Yeah." At the same time, maybe it was not convenient to answer the phone here, so he got up and walked to the window.

"..."

"Tomorrow?"

"..."

"Okay, tell me the address."

"..."

"Okay, I see, tomorrow morning, I will be there on time."

Qin Feimo at the table was not clear about what the other party had said. All he heard was Feng Jinglei who seemed to have an appointment with someone, and the time was tomorrow morning.

Who does she have an appointment with?

Staring at the person slowly coming back from the window, Qin Feimo suddenly became a little concerned.

Feng Jinglei, who sat down again, looked up and met his gaze again, and quickly avoided.

I don't know if it is her illusion, why does she always feel that he always stares at her today? Was it because of Mu Qianqian's death, that he couldn't wait to take her down so that he would always stare at her?

However, she instinctively avoided her gaze, but Qin Feimo's eyes were guilty.

What is she guilty of?

Looking at Feng Jinglei after answering the phone, Zhuang Yanyan also heard who she seemed to be meeting tomorrow and wanted to ask, but thinking that this was Jinglei's private matter, she couldn't bear to ask too much.

Because of this call, Qin Guozhong seemed to have forgotten the topic just now, and dinner ended so quietly.

After the meal, Feng Jinglei went directly to the third floor and never came down again.

Maybe it was because Qin Feimo came back, but she didn't know if he just came back for a meal and left, or planned to spend the night in the commanding mansion.

Lying on the bed, the autumn breeze lifted the window screens, and the coolness hit, she covered her body with the thin quilt, and then stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Downstairs in the living room, Zhuang Yanyan thought her grandson had eaten and left, but found that he was sitting on the sofa and watching TV. But when she approached, she found that he was changing channels constantly. There seemed to be nothing good about him. .

"Grandson, aren't you leaving tonight?" Zhuang Yanyan, who came by, also sat down on the sofa.

Qin Feimo finally stopped changing channels.

He didn't understand why he wanted to sit here, he didn't want to watch TV, he just turned it on and deliberately concealed something.

"Yeah." He replied lightly and responded to Zhuang Yanyan.

Zhuang Yanyan immediately laughed, and then she said, "It's not grandma nagging, you said you will get married in the future, you must move out here, if you are not married now, you should go home more to accompany me and your grandfather, OK?"

The moment Qin Feimo put down the remote control, he subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced at the second floor.

The third and second floors are in the same direction.

"Let's talk about it, I'll go to sleep first."

After speaking, he got up and walked to the second floor.

Looking at the back of her grandson leaving, Zhuang Yanyan was stunned, and then she looked at the grandfather clock by the wall. It was just after eight o'clock and she fell asleep?

But think about it, even if the grandson does not go to bed so early, he is still alone in his room or in the study.

"What about non-mo?"

Not long after Qin Feimo went upstairs, Qin Guozhong came down again.