Bai Ling suddenly came back to her senses, forced a smile, looked away from him, lowered her head and said lightly: "It's okay, the company has assigned me some temporary work, I have to go out."

"Then I'll take you there." Mo Fei said immediately.

Bai Ling shook her head hurriedly, with a trace of panic hidden in her eyes: "No, I can just take a taxi myself. Our... relationship is not suitable to be made public for the time being. If you pick me up in a car, it will attract gossip."

Seeing that she was unwilling, Mo Fei was a little disappointed, but he didn't force her.

Bai Ling saw several bowls of noodles on the table. The bowls were so big that she didn't even have time to pick out the coriander for him.[

"I haven't picked out the coriander for you yet, I'm sorry."

She felt a faint sense of apology filling her heart. She wanted to do something for him to make him happy, but she always made you full of expectations and then disappointed.

"Just let me choose next time. You will also choose for me in the future, right?"

He looked at her with expectation in his eyes, as if nothing else mattered as long as she agreed.

Bai Ling's chest felt hot, and her fair face showed a little tenderness: "Yes, I will choose them all for you from now on."

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The caller was Feng Tianwu, who had made an appointment with Bai Ling to a members-only teahouse.

Following the waiter, we entered an antique single room.

Feng Tianwu sat upright on her knees in front of the tea table, concentrating on brewing Kung Fu tea. The faint fragrance of Biluochun floated in the air. The room was full of wooden furniture and floors, and there was a pot of camellia on the Eight Immortals table.

It gives people an atmosphere of simplicity and connotation, and the impetuous heart is slowly calmed down by this elegant atmosphere.

Bai Ling took off her shoes and knelt down by the tea table. She looked at Feng Tianwu quietly, her face very calm.

What has happened cannot be undone, no matter how much she hates Feng Tianwu's coercion.

Feng Tianwu placed an exquisite Jiang Xinyue porcelain cup in front of her and sighed: "Let's have a cup of tea. I think we both need to calm down and have a good talk."

Feng Tianwu's face looked helpless, with a hint of guilt in her brows. Her appearance was not as elegant as before, and the smile that usually hung on her face had also faded.

Bai Ling felt as if she had aged several years all of a sudden, with an old look that was withering away in an instant.
Chapter completed!