My sweet wife won again

Chapter 301 Wishful thinking
The rhythmic music is deafening.

The phone in Feng Lingling's bag rang again and again, but she couldn't hear it at all.

The person who called her was Murong Chenghan.

The man was frowning at this moment, with a pair of calm eyes.

"Is this little girl crazy?" Picking up his coat, he planned to go out and fetch Feng Lingling back.

Just as he put his right hand on the doorknob and before he opened the door, the cell phone in his coat pocket suddenly rang.

"Hello?" He picked it up without looking at the screen.

The woman's voice was clear and sweet, "Brother Cheng Han, can I meet you?"

Murong Chenghan was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and glanced at the phone number on the screen.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"A coffee shop diagonally across from your apartment."

On the phone, the woman's voice was very clear and pleasant.

"You wait for me." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, and after going downstairs, he walked into a coffee shop with simple and warm decoration.

Amidst the soothing music, green vines and potted plants are placed on the elegant rattan tables and chairs.

There were not many people in the store, only two or three people sat.

Murong Chenghan glanced briefly, then his eyes slowly fixed on the woman with light brown curly short hair.

The short hair makes her small melon-seeded face even smaller, her eyes are big and bright, and she looks very bright.

She is dressed in a refreshing outfit, with a loose chiffon top and seven-point light blue denim.

At this time, the woman was lowering her head and fiddling with her mobile phone. She seemed to notice his gaze before slowly raising her eyes.

She smiled and waved her hand, "Brother Cheng Han."

Murong Chenghan walked over to her and sat down, "Is there anything you want me to meet here?"

"We haven't seen each other for so long, I really didn't expect you to say this in the first sentence."

Tong Luoxue put on a disappointed look and leaned against the chair.

Looking at the man, she continued, "I thought you were going to ask me why you cut your hair."

"I'm not interested in that."

"You are not interested in listening, but I am interested in talking."

She stared at the man opposite without blinking, "If you didn't come to listen to me, why did you come?"

Murong Chenghan said in a deep voice, "I came to ask you, did you say anything to Feng Lingling?"

"Mr. Murong," the woman smiled, "I don't seem to be obliged to answer your questions."

"If you don't want to say it, then I'm leaving!"

After finishing speaking, he really wanted to stand up, but he tightened his wrist and was grabbed by her, "You are still the same as before, impatient and impatient!"

Not liking her contact, the man immediately twitched his hands, holding back his temper, "You asked me out, what's the matter?"

"You want to talk to me about Feng Lingling, so do I."

Hearing the word "Feng Lingling", Murong Chenghan reluctantly sat back on the chair.

Tong Luoxue didn't speak immediately, but took a sip of the coffee on the table leisurely.

She smiled meaningfully, "However, before mentioning her, I still have to start with my hair. Brother Chenghan, you'd better listen patiently."

The man nodded slightly, motioning for her to continue talking.

"Did I tell you? My hair is for you. When it reaches your waist, you will marry me."

Murong Chenghan couldn't help but sneered, "You want me to pay for your own wishful thinking?"

"I know you don't want to marry me, so I cut it off. Cutting off this long hair means, Murong Chenghan, I don't like you anymore."

"Are you really thinking about it?" he asked.

"It's not that I can't get married. Those who chase me can circle the Hudson River twice. Why do I have to pester you?" The woman said very casually.

(End of this chapter)