Sweet Wife, be Good!

Lan Feng couldn't help laughing. The laughter was very shallow and somewhat vague: "You care about my investment, the profits and abundant resources brought by my huge entertainment empire. But you don't care about me, and you don't need to care about it. Because you care more about Shen Jingyu. , Care about whether he can get the powerful real power in his hands.

Your heart is so big that you want to contain the whole world, and you want to make everything under it available to you, even if you step on the body of an innocent and weak person, you don't care.

But Fu Meirou, you forgot, this world is not yours alone, this world is not yours alone, it belongs to everyone. You cannot get it alone. "

He has liked Fu Meirou for a long time. For a long time, he himself has forgotten when it started. Her thinking is different from other girls. Her execution and self-discipline once fascinated him.

That is something that is rare in other girls, which makes her look so special and unique.

However, when he found that the things under her dreams that were wrapped around her were stinking, he was stunned. It turned out that what he was looking for was nothing but vanity.

"Goodbye, Fu Meirou." Lan Feng said this lightly in his mouth.

Then he took a step.

Fu Meirou's heart suddenly panicked. The man who had always been willing to be driven by herself looked strange and alienated at this moment.

"Lan Feng." Fu Meirou shouted with some guilty conscience.

Lan Feng stopped.

Fu Meirou whispered: "Lan Feng, I'm sorry, Xiao Yao's affairs are really sorry. I also want to be good for you, for fear that she will entangle you. You understand me, I also have a lot of involuntary things. Lan Feng... …"

Lan Feng smiled quietly, but didn't respond with another word.

He strode out.

"Lan Feng! Lan Feng!" Fu Meirou's voice echoed behind him for a long time.

In the darkness, this voice drifted far and wide, exceptionally clear, but Lan Feng never heard it again.

He drove all the way to the west of Portugal.

On the dark road, the night breeze blows across the face, making people's minds calm and disorienting.

He put his foot on the accelerator, increasing the speed of pedaling, and the car was moving forward in the dark, seemingly with a long-awaited yearning.

Finally, when the car was approaching the west of Portugal, Lan Feng gradually stepped on the brakes and stopped slowly.

Xiao Yao lives in the small villa that Chuning gave her. Her current life is very simple, with only a nanny and a part-time worker as company.

After a long pause in front of Xiao Yao's small villa, Lan Feng called her.

Xiao Yao had just finished taking a shower and came out with her half-dry hair.

When she heard the phone ringing, worried that something was wrong with the TV station, she quickly picked it up.

When she touched the two words on the screen, she was no longer in such anxious mood.

Xiao Yao really didn't expect Lan Feng to call her. She hadn't seen Lan Feng for a long time, and she didn't think of this name anymore.

He called himself, what would it be?

She hesitated for a while before answering.

"I want to talk to you about something." Lan Feng said lightly.

"Okay. Where? Well, I'll come right away." Xiao Yao responded this time. After a few days, she had taken a lot of things down, and the feelings that had been left in her heart gradually disappeared.

She agreed, and went out with her mobile phone. From a distance, she saw Blue Maple's Lamborghini quietly stopping there.