my billionaire ex-husband

Xiang Siyi turned her head viciously, Feng Zihao had already turned around, opened the door and got into the car with her bag.

"Hey, Crazy Hao"

Xiang Siyi clenched his fists and couldn't help but jump!

Why did this damned disgusting man sneak into the crevices of her life like a bug?

He is not like Ouyang Yexi, he is so domineering, self-righteous, and doing whatever he wants, she doesn't even have the right to refuse! [

The RV honked again, urging her to get in the car quickly.

Xiang Siyi gritted her teeth, everything was in that bag, including her medicine.

He got into the car with great reluctance, and sat down in a seat apart from him with great reluctance, even looking at him was too much.

Feng Zihao moved to the position next to her without knowing the current affairs.

"Why didn't you answer my call?"

"..."

He snapped her chin so that her eyes met his.

"I'm asking you something!" He asked in a sinister voice.

And he stared at her as if saying: No one has ever dared not answer his phone!

Xiang Siyi stared back at him, and didn't even bother to make excuses: "If you don't want to answer it, then don't answer it. Do you still need to ask this kind of question?"

"you"

"Gululu".

The sound of stomach growling suddenly sounded, interrupting Feng Zihao's questioning.

Xiang Siyi felt a little embarrassed for a moment, but still stubbornly raised his face and stared at him.

Staring at her face, Feng Zihao's eyes flickered for a moment, and he let go of her, the annoyance on his expression gradually subsided.

Ten minutes later, the RV stopped in front of a western restaurant.

Xiang Siyi was reluctantly dragged out of the car by Feng Zihao and walked into the restaurant...

It was the early peak period, the restaurant was full of people, the seats were full, and there were many people waiting in line at the ordering counter.

Feng Zihao raised his hand to call the waiter, said something, and they were immediately taken to the aristocratic section of the restaurant. [

The seats in the noble area are all built on the terrace on the second floor.

This place is different from the hustle and bustle of the first floor, and its quiet poetic charm.

In front of the wide and long row of guardrails, there are a handful of sun umbrellas...

European-style white steel carved tables and chairs, floral tablecloths, and white roses in transparent glass bottles.