Has the CEO's ex-husband played enough?

When we were discussing the details just now, he sat on the side, and after she and his agent came in, he greeted her lightly and politely: "Miss Ji Wei, seeing a hundred things is better than hearing a hundred times, she is indeed young and beautiful."

There was an indifferent voice in the magnetism, so that her slender nails were embedded in the flesh without knowing why it hurt.

He was pretending not to know her...

It's not that she doesn't feel sour, but in front of so many people, she can only endure it.After waiting for everyone else to leave, she sent her agent to fetch things, and followed Leng Yan out.

He lowered his hands and looked at the intertwined hands. In the dark night, a trace of sarcasm faded on his handsome face: "Although Miss Ji is wearing sunglasses, there is a high possibility that this place will be secretly photographed by paparazzi."

"Hiko..."

The artist's vigilance made Ji Wei let go of her hand subconsciously, looked around, and said softly: "Yan, I signed Qingcheng because of you."

"Because I signed Qingcheng?" Leng Yan's black pupils were fixed on Ji Wei's face, and he said calmly: "Hehe, is that so? Then I really want to thank you, because of our friendship, I agreed to sign Qingcheng. Miss Ji, when I am free, I will treat you to dinner."

"Yan, don't do this, let's talk."

Ji Wei went to grab Leng Yan's hand again, but he dodged without a trace.

"Please wait a moment." Leng Yan's long and bushy eyebrows drooped, he took out his mobile phone and smiled softly: "Miss Ji, it's getting late, I want to call my wife, I haven't come back so late, she Will be concerned."

Leng Yan dialed a number while speaking, it was warm.He accidentally saw her number written down by Sister Ping in the phone book in the living room at home, and after a casual glance, he didn't know that he could actually write it down.

"Nuannuan, let's go back in half an hour, it's too late."

Lin Xue looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer and said to Nuan Nuan who was still buried in work.

"Okay, master."

Nuan Nuan responded, and when she heard the phone ring, she thought it was Sister Ping asking why she hadn't come home yet, picked it up without even looking at it, gave a soft feed, and still held the pen to write and draw.

"Nuannuan." A voice knocked into her ear.

Gentle, slightly hoarse, with a little bit of lazy masculine voice...

So so familiar...

The warm brain suddenly jammed, and the pen in his right hand fell to the table with a snap, making a crisp sound.