Feng Chen didn't say anything, took Song Zhiyue's bag and closed the door.

He walked to the bed and threw the bag to Song Zhiyue: "Someone called you." ”

Song Zhiyue came out of the quilt, the red tide on her face had not completely faded, and she became more and more squeamish and beautiful under the lamp.

Although she covered her head, she listened with her ears pricked up just now, it was not Wen Mei, it seemed to be the voice of the housekeeper.

It took so long to open the door, and I don't know if the housekeeper will think about it?

If he tells Wen Mei, then what face does she have to see?

"Don't look at whose phone it is? If you don't see it, let's continue. Dusty was going to push her bag to the couch.

She pounced on her bag and snatched it over, hid back in the quilt, took out her mobile phone from it, pressed the side button, and the screen went up, it was Su Wansheng's phone.

She unlocked the call record and called Su Wansheng back.

Su Wansheng's studio opened half a month later, and she wanted to hire her with a high salary.

The two of them made a phone porridge.

Feng Chen saw that she couldn't finish the phone call for a while, so he went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out of it, Song Zhiyue had just hung up the phone.

She put her phone on the bedside table and said to Feng Chen: "On the 26th of this month, Shengsheng's studio opens, and I may have to resign from MG and go to work for her." ”

There was only one bath towel in the bathroom, and Song Zhiyue took a bath and wrapped it out.

Feng Dust didn't take it in when he entered the bathroom, so he was wearing a pair of boxer briefs at the moment.

Because of his perennial workouts, he has sexy eight-pack abs and droplets of water dripping from the ends of his hair hanging from his chest.

"You can do things at work, if you don't want to go to work, it's okay, although I'm about to change to a new job, and I don't know how much the salary is, but the previous savings can still support you."

Song Zhiyue said: "I have already agreed with Shengsheng that if she opens a studio in the future, I will definitely go to work for her." ”

Feng Chen nodded, he wouldn't control her at work, she could do whatever she liked.

He dried his hair and went to bed and lay down, the good thing just now was interrupted, and neither of them was in the mood to continue, and fell asleep in their arms.

Wen Mei and Feng Yi live on the second floor, and Feng Chen's and Feng Shen's rooms are on the third floor.

The corridor of the Feng family's villa is oval, and diagonally opposite the dust sealing room is the room of Feng Shen and Liang Weirong.

The lights in the room were still on, and Liang Weirong sat in front of the dresser in silk pajamas, staring at the mirror in a daze.

As soon as Feng Shen entered the room, he saw that she was wandering, he stepped forward and put one hand on Liang Weirong's shoulder, pinched her jaw with the other, looked at her in the mirror, and said evil words.

"Look at you now, this gloomy and sad appearance is really distressing, it's a pity, Feng Chen won't feel sorry for you anymore, he is now a wife in his arms, the two are in love, he is tired of you old man."

Liang Weirong waved away her hand that was pinching her jaw, and suddenly got up to look at him, her eyes full of disgust.

"How much better do you think you can be? Look at your own face, how hideous, how disgusting! He's back, you're scared? ”

Feng Shen quibbled: "Who said I was afraid? ”

Liang Weirong sneered: "If you weren't afraid, would you be so angry when he returned to Feng's house?" ”

Feng Shencai will not admit the panic in his heart: "I just hate him and don't want to see him!" ”

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