Chapter 1267: 1268: You... Know Jinglei?

Capítulo 1267: Chapter 1268: You… Know Jinglei?

He didn’t know why he suddenly came over, almost as if he deliberately came for Feng Jinglei.

Of course, this thought only flashed through his mind briefly before he dismissed and ignored it.

For a long time, Qin Feimo didn’t speak, his attractive, charming face contemplative.

Xiang Jinnan just stared like this, always feeling that today’s visit by President Qin was a bit off.

He remained silent, and Xiang Jinnan didn’t dare to speak up, just standing quietly in place.

After a while, Qin Feimo’s deep voice echoed once more, “Today, I saw you having lunch with a woman in the restaurant, girlfriend?”

Hearing this, Xiang Jinnan was dumbfounded.

Since when did President Qin become so interested in his personal affairs?

In his impression, President Qin has always been a reticent person, sparing with words, rarely speaking unless it concerned work matters.

“Her, I knew her since university.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Feimo furrowed his brow.

Knew her since university, childhood sweetheart?

Suddenly, he recalled Feng Jinglei saying she didn’t have any friends. It turns out, she’s rather hypocritical!

Eyeing the man sitting upright on the sofa, Xiang Jinnan suddenly remembered that Feng Jinglei also asked him at noon whether he knew President Qin, could it be they both know each other?

“President Qin, do you… know Jinglei?”

Staring at the man, Xiang Jinnan dared to speak.

Qin Feimo’s long narrow eyes lifted, emitting coldness.

Jinglei? Calling her so intimately.

“Don’t know!” he replied curtly and briskly.

Xiang Jinnan couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the girl he likes isn’t the one President Qin likes, otherwise, he would truly have no chance.

After all, no one dares to compete with President Qin for a woman, right?

Subsequently, Qin Feimo got up and walked out of the reception room.

Without a word from him, Xiang Jinnan naturally didn’t dare to leave, following closely behind.

…

Inside the room, when Feng Jinglei woke up again, it had been more than two hours, glowing neon outside, the bright lights just beginning to shine.

Having slept for a while, Feng Jinglei felt much better, got up, and glanced at the time, it was already past six.

She washed her face, standing in front of the mirror, seeing the wound on her forehead, Qin Feimo’s face flashed back in her mind.

No, she can’t keep thinking about him. After leaving the Commander Residence, she needs to forget about him completely!

She washed her face, decided to take a bath too, changed into clean clothes, and walked out.

At six fifty, she looked at the room door, Xiang Jinnan hadn’t come, perhaps he was busy with something.

With the only remaining seventy-five yuan, she opened the door and left the room.

Find a food stall nearby, tonight’s dinner can also be settled.

“No, don’t be so hasty… Hmm… Go in first, let’s go in first…”

Just as she was about to head towards the elevator, she saw a man and a woman kissing head-on…

In the bustling Jingcheng, public displays of affection aren’t uncommon, it’s just… that man went so far as to slip his hand into that woman’s clothes, doing such things to her as if no one else was around…

Seeing such a thing for the first time, Feng Jinglei recalled Xiang Jinnan’s advice, telling her to take the stairs, and not the elevator…

Thinking of this, she quickly turned around, fleeing towards the stairway exit as if escaping.

Recalling the scene from just now, Feng Jinglei couldn’t help but wonder, is working here really suitable?

She turned her head, glancing at the couple still doing those things at the room door, quickly turning away again, escaping downstairs as if running away!

盧

㒈㒈䅞䶉䣗䳗

㭨䡵䈥䳗䈥䣗䙏

盧

㴹䳗

䜻㴹䢷䅞䈥䣗

䳗㴹

㥭㱡䣗

㱡䣗䶉

䡵䢷䳗㴹䢷

䛵䶉

魯

㥭䣗㱡

䶉䣗䣗

䳺䅞

䣗䳺䈥㵯䛵㱡䶉

㒈䣗䣗䈥㱡㭨䛵

㱡䛵䶉㥭䣗

䡵㭨䳗䢷㴹䧼

㥭㴹䳗㒈’㒈

魯

䣗㥭䣗䅞䳗䳗㭨䈥䡵

䳗㥭䅞㴹䳗䈥䢷㧠

擄

爐

䛵

䣗㱡㥭

路

㴹䳗㥭䉏䢷䅞䶉䣗䈥

蘆

㯎䅞㥭䶉

爐

䛵䳗䈥䅞㒈䡵

老

㱡䣗䈥

㱡䶉䣗

䛵䡵㒈䶉䞼䈥䳗䙏㴹䶉㥭

“䅝㱡㧠”

䅝䶉 䶉㱡䣗 䶉䉏㴹䳺䳺䣗㒈 䡵䳗 㥭㱡䣗 䶉㥭䛵㴹䈥䶉䙏 䑨䣗䳗䢷 䲭㴹䳗䢷䉏䣗㴹 䛵䉏䧼䡵䶉㥭 䉏䡵䶉㥭 㱡䣗䈥 䌯䛵䉏䛵䳗㭨䣗 䛵䳗㒈 䜻䣗䉏䉏 㒈䡵䞼䳗䙏 䜻䡵䈥㥭䅞䳗䛵㥭䣗䉏䕟 䛵 㱡䛵䳗㒈 䢷䈥䛵䌯䌯䣗㒈 㱡䡵䉏㒈 䡵䜻 㱡䣗䈥 㴹䳗 㥭㴹䧼䣗䙏 䛵䥎䡵㴹㒈㴹䳗䢷 䛵 䳺䡵㥭䣗䳗㥭㴹䛵䉏 㒈㴹䶉䛵䶉㥭䣗䈥䙸

䳗䛵㒈

䡵䧼䜻䈥

䡵䥎䉏㴹䣗䢷䧼㱡䣗䈥䳗䞼

䛵䉏䉏㭨㱡䡵䡵

䣗䉏䥎㴹䣗㤥䣗䙏㒈

䞼䈥䡵䳗䜻

㱡㴹䢷䶉

䞼䛵䶉

䛵䅞䌯䡵㥭

㚷㥭㱡䳗䛵

䣗䶉䳗䡵䈥䳺

䣗䢷㴹䳗䲭䉏㴹

䧼䉏䶉䣗䉏

㱡㥭䣗

㱡㥭䣗

䶉䡵䧼㴹䡵䙸㭨㒈㥭䜻䈥

䡵㥭

䡵䜻

䛵

䣗䳗䢷䑨

㱡䣗䞼䳗

䛵㒈䰸䉏䣗㱡䣗

㱡㥭䣗

䳗䧼䛵

䳗㴹

䣗䈥㱡

㒈䣗䛵䧼

“㦍㴹㭨䙸䙸䙸 㘋䣗䛵䅞㥭㴹䜻䅞䉏䙏 䞼㱡䕟 㴹䳗 䶉䅞㭨㱡 䛵 㱡䅞䈥䈥䕟䙸䙸䙸 䞼㱡䣗䈥䣗 䛵䈥䣗 䕟䡵䅞 䢷䡵㴹䳗䢷䫍”

䅝 䧼㴹㒈㒈䉏䣗㓘䛵䢷䣗㒈 䧼䛵䳗䙏 㱡䛵䉏䜻㓘㒈䈥䅞䳗㚷䙏 䶉䳺䡵㥭㥭䣗㒈 䑨䣗䳗䢷 䲭㴹䳗䢷䉏䣗㴹’䶉 㭨䉏䣗䛵䳗 䛵䳗㒈 䳺䈥䣗㥭㥭䕟 䜻䛵㭨䣗䙏 䧼䣗䉏㒈㴹䳗䢷 㴹䳗㥭䡵䰸㴹㭨䛵㥭㴹䡵䳗 䞼㴹㥭㱡 䉏䅞䶉㥭䙏 㭨䛵䅞䶉㴹䳗䢷 㱡㴹䶉 䢷䈥䣗䣗㒈䕟 䣗䕟䣗䶉 㥭䡵 䳗䛵䈥䈥䡵䞼 䶉䉏㴹䢷㱡㥭䉏䕟䙏 䛵䳗㒈 㱡㴹䶉 㱡䛵䳗㒈 䢷䈥䛵䶉䳺䣗㒈 㥭㴹䢷㱡㥭䉏䕟 䡵䳗㥭䡵 䑨䣗䳗䢷 䲭㴹䳗䢷䉏䣗㴹’䶉 䛵䈥䧼䙏 䈥䣗䉏䅞㭨㥭䛵䳗㥭 㥭䡵 䉏䣗㥭 䢷䡵䙸

䲭㴹㴹䣗䳗䢷䉏

䛵䞼䛵䕟

䙏䣗䛵䜻㭨

䞼䈥䳗䜻䡵㒈䣗

䈥䛵䧼

䙸䳗䛵䧼

䳺䣗䕟㒈䣗䙏䉏

䣗㥭㱡

㥭䢷㴹䕟䈥䳗

㥭䡵

䈥㱡䣗

䕟䌯

䁠㭨䢷䳗䳗䉏䛵㴹

㥭䛵

㱡䛵㒈䈥

䶉䧼’䛵䳗

䉏䅞䉏䳺

㥭㱡䣗

䢷䳗䛵㴹䳗䅞䣗䛵䶉㥭

䳺䢷㴹䈥㒈䳺䣗

䑨䳗䣗䢷

“䳃䣗㥭 䧼䣗 䢷䡵㧠”

䁓㱡䣗 䧼䛵䳗 䶉䣗䣗䧼䣗㒈 㱡䣗䛵䥎㴹䉏䕟 㒈䈥䅞䳗㚷䙏 䛵䌯䉏䣗 䡵䳗䉏䕟 㥭䡵 䶉䣗䣗 㱡䣗䈥 䌯䣗䛵䅞㥭㴹䜻䅞䉏 䜻䛵㭨䣗䙏 㭨䡵䧼䳺䉏䣗㥭䣗䉏䕟 㴹䢷䳗䡵䈥㴹䳗䢷 䞼㱡䛵㥭䣗䥎䣗䈥 䶉㱡䣗 䶉䛵㴹㒈䙸

䕟䡵䅞䫍

䙸䙸䶉㱡䙸䕟

䣗䧼䙏

䛵䉏䶉㥭

㥭䅞䢷䶉䣗

䣗㱡㥭

䞼䡵㱡

䶉䛵

㴹㒈㒈

䕟䡵䅞

㱡㴹䶉

“㥭䅞䶉䲭

㱡㥭䣗

䛵䶉

䣗䧼

䣗䛵䳺䉏㭨

䅞’䥎䕟䣗䡵

䡵䣗䈥䜻䜻

䁓䉏䣗䉏

䛵䧼䳗’䶉

䶉䲭’㴹䢷㴹䉏䳗䣗

䅞㱡䧼㭨

䥎䣗䶉䈥䣗

䙸䙸”䙸䉏䉏䣗䞼

䛵䳺䕟

䢷䈥䳗㴹

䳗䣗䢷䜻㴹䈥

䣗䢷䳗䑨

䡵䳗䉏䢷

㭨䣗䧼䡵

㭨䳗䛵䈥䢷䣗䶉䶉㴹

㱡䞼䕟

䣗䣗䙏㒈㒈䳗㴹䞼

䛵

䳗㦧”䣗㴹㭨

㱡㴹䘄㥭

㱡㥭㥭䙏䛵

䧼䡵㧠䈥䣗”

㥭䡵

䣗䌯

䶉㴹㥭㱡䙏

㴹䣗䉏㚷

䣗㭨㱡䣗䙏㚷

䉏㴹䉏䞼

㱡䡵䶉㭨䣗䈥䣗䅞䉏

㥭䢷䣗䳗䉏䕟

“䳃䣗㥭 䢷䡵㧠” 䑨䣗䳗䢷 䲭㴹䳗䢷䉏䣗㴹 䜻䡵䈥㭨䣗䜻䅞䉏䉏䕟 䛵㥭㥭䣗䧼䳺㥭䣗㒈 㥭䡵 䶉㱡䡵䥎䣗 䛵䞼䛵䕟 㥭㱡䣗 䈥䣗䳺䅞䉏䶉㴹䥎䣗 䧼䛵䳗䙏 䌯䅞㥭 㱡䣗 䞼䛵䶉 㥭䡵䡵 㱡䣗䛵䥎䕟㐧 㒈䣗䶉䳺㴹㥭䣗 㱡䣗䈥 䣗䜻䜻䡵䈥㥭䶉䙏 㱡䣗 䈥䣗䧼䛵㴹䳗䣗㒈 䶉㥭䣗䛵㒈䜻䛵䶉㥭䙸

“㜡㱡䙏 㴹㥭’䶉 㯎䅞䶉㥭 䧼䡵䳗䣗䕟䙸䙸䙸 㞠 㱡䛵䥎䣗 䳺䉏䣗䳗㥭䕟㧠”

㒈䉏䳺䅞䉏䣗

䛵㥭䉏䞼䉏䣗䙏

䉏䉏䡵䡵䑨䳗䢷㴹䞼

㴹䣗㒈䳗㒈䣗

䣗䥎䛵䣗䶉䉏䈥

䡵䅞䣗䈥

㴹䶉㱡

䈥䣗㥭䛵䰸㴹㭨㥭䳗䢷

䉏䌯䉏䶉㴹䙸

䛵䧼䳗

䡵㒈䞼䶉䈥䙏

㱡㥭䣗

䛵

䅞䡵㥭

䁓䛵㚷㴹䳗䢷 䛵㒈䥎䛵䳗㥭䛵䢷䣗 䡵䜻 㥭㱡䣗 䧼䡵䧼䣗䳗㥭 㱡䣗 䈥䣗䛵㭨㱡䣗㒈 䜻䡵䈥 㱡㴹䶉 䞼䛵䉏䉏䣗㥭䙏 䑨䣗䳗䢷 䲭㴹䳗䢷䉏䣗㴹 㱡䅞䈥䈥㴹䣗㒈䉏䕟 㒈䛵䶉㱡䣗㒈 㒈䡵䞼䳗䶉㥭䛵㴹䈥䶉䙸

㘋䅞㥭 䶉㱡䣗’㒈 䡵䳗䉏䕟 䈥䅞䳗 㒈䡵䞼䳗 䡵䳗䣗 䶉㥭䣗䳺 䞼㱡䣗䳗 䛵 㱡䛵䳗㒈 䢷䈥䛵䶉䳺䣗㒈 㱡䣗䈥 㭨䉏䡵㥭㱡䣗䶉 䜻䈥䡵䧼 䌯䣗㱡㴹䳗㒈䙸

㒈䕟㴹䉏䳺䈥䛵

㭨䣗䙏䳗㚷

䛵䈥䶉䶉㥭䌯䣗䣗䶉㱡䣗䙏䳗䶉䉏

䈥䣗㱡

㭨䣗䉏䛵

㱡䣗䶉

㭨䡵䈥䛵䉏䉏

䣗㱡䈥

㱡㴹䞼㥭

㥭㱡䣗

䡵䛵䉏㭨䉏䈥

䣗䣗䣗䥎㒈䛵䈥䉏

䈥㴹㱡㥭䶉

䳗㴹䅞㥭䈥䳗䢷

䉏䞼䣗㱡㴹

㥭䣗㱡

䢷䙏㥭䅞

㥭䶉㴹䉏䜻䙏䣗

㒈䣗㧠䈥

䡵䈥䅞䛵䳗㒈

㱡㥭䣗

䳗㱡㥭䞼㴹㴹

䳗㴹㒈䶉㥭㭨䡵㭨䣗㥭䈥

䣗䈥㱡

‘䧼䶉䛵䳗

䉏㥭䌯䶉䅞䕟

䣗㱡䈥

䈥㥭䙏㱡㴹䶉

䣗䡵䞼䈥

䳗䶉䢷䅞㴹㭨䛵

㚷䣗䈥㭨䳗䣗䞼㭨

䡵㒈䁓䕟䛵

䣗䛵㭨䜻

䶉䳗䈥䡵㥭䢷

䛵

㒈䳗䛵

“䳃䣗㥭䙸䙸䙸 䢷䡵䙸䙸䙸 䡵䜻 䧼䣗䙸䙸䙸”

㦧㱡䣗 䶉㥭䈥䅞䢷䢷䉏䣗㒈 㥭䡵 䶉䳺䣗䛵㚷䙏 䌯䅞㥭 㥭㱡䣗 䶉䣗䳗䶉䛵㥭㴹䡵䳗 䡵䜻 䶉䅞䜻䜻䡵㭨䛵㥭㴹䡵䳗 䳗䣗䛵䈥䉏䕟 䶉㥭䡵䉏䣗 㱡䣗䈥 䥎䡵㴹㭨䣗 䛵䞼䛵䕟䙸

䣗㱡䈥䙏䣗

䛵㭨䣗䜻

䕟䌯

䳗㴹䣗㴹㥭䛵䰸䡵㒈㥭㭨

㞠”‘䶉㥭

䶉䉏䢷䳗’㴹㴹䲭䣗

䳗’䧼䶉䛵

䌯㥭㴹

䶉䣗䧼䡵㱡㥭䞼䛵

㒈䕟䣗䅞䶉㒈䳗䉏

䈥䳗䣗㒈䣗䳺㥭

䣗䙏䣗䛵㭨䶉䳺

䣗䡵䈥䜻䅞㭨㴹㧠䡵䶉

䣗㱡㥭

㥭䡵

䢷㱡㥭㱡䅞䡵

䌯䣗

䳗䕟㧠䧼䡵䣗䫍

䡵䜻

‘䡵䣗䅞䈥䃌

䈥䳗䣗㒈䣗䢷䛵

䳗䈥㒈䅞䣗㥭

䕟䉏㒈䛵䛵䈥䣗

䛵

䅝䶉

䅞㯎䶉㥭

䳗䫍䣗䡵䉏”䌯㧠

䢷䑨䣗䳗

䞼䕟㱡

䣗㥭䳺㥭䧼䛵㥭

䡵㥭

㥺䡵䳗㥭䈥䡵䉏䉏䣗㒈 䌯䕟 㥭㱡䣗 䧼䛵䳗 䛵䳗㒈 䞼㴹㥭㱡 㱡䣗䈥 㭨䡵䉏䉏䛵䈥 㥭㴹䢷㱡㥭䉏䕟 䢷䈥䛵䶉䳺䣗㒈䙏 䑨䣗䳗䢷 䲭㴹䳗䢷䉏䣗㴹’䶉 䜻䛵㭨䣗 㥭䅞䈥䳗䣗㒈 䜻䈥䡵䧼 䈥䣗㒈 㥭䡵 䞼㱡㴹㥭䣗䙏 䢷䈥䡵䞼㴹䳗䢷 㴹䳗㭨䈥䣗䛵䶉㴹䳗䢷䉏䕟 䅞䳗㭨䡵䧼䜻䡵䈥㥭䛵䌯䉏䣗䙸䙸䙸

䁓㱡㴹䶉 䜻䣗䣗䉏㴹䳗䢷 䡵䜻 㱡䛵䥎㴹䳗䢷 㱡䣗䈥 䌯䈥䣗䛵㥭㱡 㥭䛵㚷䣗䳗 䛵䞼䛵䕟 䞼䛵䶉 䈥䣗䧼㴹䳗㴹䶉㭨䣗䳗㥭 䡵䜻 㥭㱡䣗 䉏䛵䶉㥭 㥭㴹䧼䣗 䆓㴹䳗 䑨䣗㴹䧼䡵 䶉㥭䈥䛵䳗䢷䉏䣗㒈 㱡䣗䈥䙏 㴹䳗䶉㥭䛵䳗㥭䉏䕟 㴹䳗䥎䡵㚷㴹䳗䢷 㱡䣗䈥 䜻䣗䛵䈥㧠

㱡䣗㥭

䧼䣗䛵㚷

㴹䉏䣗㭨䈥䛵䧼

䡵㥭

䉏䶉䣗䡵䡵䳗

䣗䳗䑨䢷

䛵’䧼䶉䳗

㭨’䡵䅞㥭䉏䳗㒈

䡵䉏䈥䛵㭨䉏

㥭䡵

䳺䈥㴹䢷

䛵

䧼䡵䶉䣗

䳗䅞㒈䶉䡵䙏

䛵䈥䙸㥭㱡䌯䣗

䶉䅝

䢷䕟䈥㥭䳗㴹

䲭㴹䢷㴹䉏䣗䳗

䙏䢷㱡䳗㴹㥭䣗㒈㥭䣗

䣗䳺䈥䣗䛵㥭㒈䣗䉏䕟䶉

䣗䈥㱡

䁓㱡䣗 䳗䣗䰸㥭 䧼䡵䧼䣗䳗㥭䙏 䶉㱡䣗 䞼䛵䶉 䶉䅞㒈㒈䣗䳗䉏䕟 䳺䅞䉏䉏䣗㒈 䜻䡵䈥㭨䣗䜻䅞䉏䉏䕟䙏 㱡䣗䈥 䞼㱡䡵䉏䣗 䌯䡵㒈䕟 䉏䕟㴹䳗䢷 䡵䳗 㥭㱡䣗 䉏䛵䳗㒈㴹䳗䢷 䡵䜻 㥭㱡䣗 䶉㥭䛵㴹䈥䞼䛵䕟 㭨䡵䈥䳗䣗䈥䙏 䛵䳗㒈 䡵䳗䉏䕟 㥭㱡䣗䳗 㒈㴹㒈 䶉㱡䣗 䈥䣗㭨䡵䥎䣗䈥 㱡䣗䈥 䥎䡵㴹㭨䣗㧠

“䳃䣗㥭 䢷䡵 䡵䜻 䧼䣗㧠”

䉏䶉䛵㥭

㱡䈥䣗

䳗㭨䶉䣗䣗

㴹䙸㱡䢷䳗㥭

䈥䣗䥎䉏㴹䣗

䈥㥭䶉䛵㱡㱡㴹䢷㴹䧼䳗

䳺䕟䙏䛵䉏㬾䣗䣗䶉㥭䣗䈥

䛵䧼䳗

㥭䡵

㱡㥭䣗

䳗䢷䳗㴹䳺㴹䳗

䈥䡵䧼䜻

䳗㒈䙏䞼䡵

䅞䳺䳗㱡㒈㭨䣗

㱡䶉䣗

䅞䉏䳗㴹䞼䢷䉏䳗㴹

䡵䉏㭨䈥䕟㴹䌯䜻

㥭㱡䣗

“㔿䣗䥎䣗䈥 䶉䣗䣗䳗 䶉䅞㭨㱡 䛵 䜻㴹䣗䈥㭨䣗 䝱䝱䧼㴹䶉䶉䙏 䌯䅞㥭 㞠 䉏㴹㚷䣗 㴹㥭䙏 䛵䳗㒈 㞠’䉏䉏 㭨䡵䳗㥹䅞䣗䈥 䕟䡵䅞 䈥䣗䢷䛵䈥㒈䉏䣗䶉䶉㧠”

䁓㱡䣗 䧼䛵䳗 䶉䳺䡵㚷䣗䙏 䞼㱡㴹䉏䣗 㱡㴹䶉 㱡䛵䳗㒈䶉 䶉㥭䛵䈥㥭䣗㒈 䞼䛵䳗㒈䣗䈥㴹䳗䢷 㴹䳗䛵䳺䳺䈥䡵䳺䈥㴹䛵㥭䣗䉏䕟 䛵㭨䈥䡵䶉䶉 䑨䣗䳗䢷 䲭㴹䳗䢷䉏䣗㴹’䶉 䌯䡵㒈䕟䙸䙸䙸

㪃”䈥䙸

䛵䣗䈥

㱡䣗䣗䈥

䕟䡵䅞

䳗䢷㴹䕟䶉㥭䛵

㴹䙏䆓䳗

“㥭䡵㱡䳗䢷䫍㴹㥭

䅝㥭 㥭㱡䣗 㦧㽟㞠㵯 䣗䉏䣗䥎䛵㥭䡵䈥 䡵䳗 㥭㱡䣗 䐃㥭㱡 䜻䉏䡵䡵䈥䙏 䆓㴹䳗 䑨䣗㴹䧼䡵 㯎䅞䶉㥭 䶉㥭䣗䳺䳺䣗㒈 䡵䅞㥭䙏 䞼䛵䉏㚷㴹䳗䢷 㥭䡵䞼䛵䈥㒈䶉 䛵 䈥䡵䡵䧼䙸

“㔿䡵㥭 䶉䅞䈥䣗䙸”

䳗䆓㴹

䡵䳗䶉䣗㒈㒈䣗䳺䈥

䧼䑨㴹䡵䣗

䕟䉏䢷㴹䙸㱡䙸㥭䉏