The ace broker of superstar development

Chapter 52
"Girlfriend? Xiaoling, why don't I know, when will you have a new girlfriend besides Xiaoxi?"

"Don't you know now?" Feng Ling pulled Dong Meng's wrist: "Come on, sit down first."

Dong Meng nodded and sat on the sofa, always feeling a little embarrassed.

Before coming here, Feng Ling had already introduced the identities of the two parents.

Feng Yuewu, the youngest son of Mr. Feng, just by hearing this name, you can hear Feng Jianguo's expectations for him, but the middle-aged man in front of him has not set foot in the officialdom or the military, but went to sea early to start a business, and took down the Fengyun Group. It can also be considered a successful career.

His current wife, Wu Yuran, is not the original partner, but a continuation, so naturally she is not Fengling's biological mother, and she brought a bottle of oil with her when she came, it was Fengling's eldest brother, Fengchu.

Although Mr. Feng agreed to let Feng Chu change his surname, he was unwilling to admit that he was his grandson, and he only called him the adopted son of the Feng family.

Feng's father and Feng's mother are not easy to get along with at first glance, and they have completed a short and quick confrontation in just a few words.

If Dong Meng used to shake her head and leave naturally, but today she had to sit on the sofa and pretend to be a lady.

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment, Fengling obviously only wanted to maintain superficial respect for this stepmother.

Feng Yuewu put away the newspaper, took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Dong Meng sharply.

"Since you said, this is your girlfriend, let me introduce you."

There was a smile on Fengling's lips, and his arm was naturally placed on Dongmeng's shoulder. The female general was extremely uncomfortable, but she could only bear it and sit on the sofa.

"Dong Meng, the owner of Lemon Brokerage Company, my girlfriend."

Wu Yuran covered her mouth and laughed straight: "I said this girl looks so handsome, so she is from the entertainment circle, and this circle is a bit complicated."

Dong Meng looked down at the floor, her anger rising rapidly, Feng Ling patted the female general's back to express her comfort.

"What's so complicated about it? My girlfriend is in charge of celebrities, but she's not a celebrity."

Wu Yuran was choked up, her brows couldn't help being clouded, and she looked at Dong Meng with even more displeasure.

"It doesn't matter in the entertainment circle, it's just that your girlfriend doesn't seem to like you hugging her very much." Feng Yuewu's eyes were like a torch, and he spoke clearly.

Feng Ling smiled and hugged Dong Meng even tighter: "Xiao Meng is a more traditional girl, so it's only natural that she's not used to it."

"Traditional?" Wu Yuran curled her lips. In this circle, there are still traditional people?
Feng Yuewu glanced at his wife warningly, but Wu Yuran didn't dare to say more after all.

"Ding."

When the doorbell rang, Feng Ling peeked at Dong Meng's face, and quietly put down his palm.

The female general glared at the man fiercely, and Feng Ling was grateful for his narrow escape.

"Here we come." Wu Yuran greeted the door enthusiastically, her voice full of affection and sweetness.

"Oh, Xiaoxi, Auntie was still talking about you just now, this child doesn't come back often."

Feng Yuewu also showed a bit of a smile on his face, and smiled towards the door.

"This time Ma Wei gave you a good job." Dong Meng quietly snorted coldly, and Feng Ling suppressed his voice to comfort him.

"Don't get excited later, at least don't do it."

Dong Meng looked back with a smile: "Don't worry, I must be well-behaved and pleasant, so that you can reunite and be happy from now on."

Feng Ling coughed dryly: "Then you'd better do it, you can beat her to disable her."

The female general looked sideways at Feng Ling: "You can say that, I'm such a merciless person."

Feng Ling looked at Han Xi leaning on crutches, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Your pity and pity...it's really special."

"Come on, sit down quickly, oops, what's going on..." Wu Yuran supported Han Xi to sit on the sofa, who happened to be facing Feng Ling.

"It's nothing, I was not careful." Han Xi lowered his head obediently, with a soft voice.

Wu Yuran glared at Dongmeng, then turned and went to the kitchen to get the fruit plate.

"It seems that your mother should know the cause of this matter." Dong Meng raised her eyebrows, unable to bear the other party's knowingly asking.

"Hmph, the Han family had publicized this matter back then, but now you are my lover outside."

The two whispered, Han Xi's eyes flashed intense hatred, but he had to look up at Dong Meng.

"Miss Dong, I came today to apologize to you."

Dong Meng said lightly: "Apologize? I don't remember what Miss Han did wrong."

Han Xi felt great hatred in his heart, but his tone was even weaker: "It seems that Miss Dong is still angry with me, otherwise you can hit me, and I will never fight back."

Feng Ling rolled his eyes, if Dong Meng fights, you still have the possibility to fight back?
Han Xi looked at Dong Meng aggrievedly, his eyes flickering coldly, as if he was accusing, and from the eyes of the people around him, it was obvious that the female general was bullying her.

"It's better to get rid of enemies than tie them up, Xiao Ling, what do you think?" Although Feng Yuewu called Feng Ling's name, he looked at Dong Meng.

"Xiao Xi has become like this, what could be wrong!" Wu Yuran put the fruit plate in his hand heavily on the coffee table, with a bad tone.

Just as Feng Ling was about to say something, Dong Meng patted the man's knee, and said in a normal tone: "Miss Han, you keep asking me to forgive you, but the problem is that I don't even know what you did."

Feng Ling seemed to have thought of something, and said suddenly: "Han Xi, since you said that the injury on your leg was caused by an accidental fall, then the apology this time must be because of the fact that I was assassinated last time? Tian colluded with Gao Yuanming to frame Xiaomeng?"

"I..." Han Xi was speechless, and Feng Yuewu's eyes gradually turned cold.

"Assassination? This is the first time I've heard of it."

Han Xixuan wanted to cry: "No, Uncle, it was because of a misunderstanding last time."

"If there is no little lemon, you may have to collect your son's body now." Feng Ling said lightly, Feng Yuewu snorted coldly, but this time he turned to Han Xi.

Wu Yuran's eyes quickly flashed an unclear light, as if he was a bit regretful, but he stood beside Feng Ling and looked at the man with concern.

"It's too dangerous! Xiaoling, are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

Feng Ling shook his head, and Wu Yuran sighed: "Fortunately, fortunately, nothing happened. Since nothing happened, please forgive Xiaoxi. After all, she didn't do it on purpose, and we are all family."

Han Xi sobbed and lowered his head, looking as if I still felt sorry for him.

A sneer appeared on Feng Ling's lips, and he glanced at Wu Yuran lightly.

"Ding." The doorbell rang again, and Wu Yuran smiled happily.

"Xiao Ling, I forgot to tell you, your elder brother also came back from abroad today."

(End of this chapter)