love across the three realms

Chapter 395 Chapter [-] ⑤ Is it a conspiracy or a match?
Luo Feng stared at her back, his eyes flickered, and the male's thin lips were pursed into a cold straight line. He thought that she would definitely throw the heavy envelope on him, point at him and yell at him, or show grief and indignation If so, he can justifiably tell himself that she is just one of the ordinary people, and it is not worth his trouble at all.

But obviously, he misjudged one thing. This little woman is indeed a little different from other women. Those differences have always attracted his attention, but it made him unable to tell whether it was an act or her true nature. .

He knew that what she said was to anger him, so he could just laugh it off and let her go.However, he suddenly had a desire to know what she would do next, so he changed his position in the leather chair and said in a very cooperative way: "Stop."

He Xing was sweating. This damn guy didn't call out to her until her finger touched the door lock, causing her to think desperately in her head, thinking that if he refused to call her, How should she stay so shamelessly.

Fortunately, he stopped her.

Immediately adjusted a picture of a very bright smiling face, and looked back neither humble nor overbearing: "Mr. Luo, is there anything else?"

A star jumped in Luo Feng's long and narrow black eyes, and such a bright and bright smiling face unexpectedly hit his heart like a heavy hammer without any defense, making the heart wrapped in steel slightly shaken.But soon, his eyes returned to a pool of secluded wells, and the line of his lips curved into a sneer: "He Xinger, what effect do you think you will have on me?"

He Xing tilted his head, pursed his lips, and a playful light appeared in his eyes: "Naturally, I have to ask Mr. Luo yourself. I'm not so conceited that I think Mr. Luo actually likes me, but you are afraid of me. This kind of feeling has affected you, that's why I was driven out of Lingrui by such an unsightly means. Mr. Luo, what do you think?"

"Oh? It turns out that your power of association is so rich, He Xinger, I suggest that you might as well write novels, which may be more suitable for you." The corners of Luo Feng's downward curved lips finally returned to their normal curvature, but the curve in that curvature The meaning of ridicule is more intense.

But no one—including himself noticed that his fingers lost a little color while grasping the pen.

(End of this chapter)