C61 Projection(2)

"Oh?" Fengfeng slightly lowered her head and her bangs blocked her eyes, "So CEO Chen likes to eat potatoes." She only heard that Chen Feng was not picky when it came to eating, but she did not know that he actually liked eating potatoes.

Jiaang Xin felt that Fengfeng's tone was a little strange, but she could not say what was strange about it. She handed the lunchbox to Fengfeng, and after Fengfeng took it, she raised her head and gave a big smile. She stuck out her tongue and naughtily said, "I also quite like to eat. Perfect, then I will thank Ms Xin."

Jiaang Xin smiled and nodded and went to change her clothes.

After Jiaang Xin left, Fengfeng's smiling face suddenly disappeared. She stared at the lunchbox in her hand and wished that she could chop Jiaang Xin up and stuff her in.

She walked to the bathroom and poured all the food into the toilet bowl. She pressed down to flush the water and watched as the water swept away the meticulously made dishes. Then, she took out her phone and dialed a string of numbers. The phone rang for a long time before it answered.

A faint moan came from the phone. She was stunned for a moment, then said carelessly, "I promise to cooperate with you."

"Yes ~ Ah ~" Wang Lili panted twice and said in a heavy tone, "She usually goes at noon and stays for one or two hours to go back. After she leaves, she will make a move."

"Got it." She hung up the phone in disgust and felt even more disgusted with Wang Lili in her heart. At the same time, she also had a faint sense of superiority. How could a slut like Wang Lili be worthy of Chen Feng? Only she could stay by Chen Feng's side.

She held her phone tightly and walked out with the lunchbox. Jiaang Xin was no longer in the changing room. She placed the lunchbox on top of Jiaang Xin's cabinet and left.

She was busy the whole night.

Jiaang Xin had been paying attention to Zhang Teng's private room. She thought that if Zhang Teng came tonight, she must ask him clearly. However, Zhang Teng, who came to report almost every night, did not come today. Even Xia Sheng did not appear.

She thought, could it be that what happened during the day caused Zhang Teng to be unwilling to come and see her?

What Jiaang Xin did not know was that the reason Zhang Teng did not appear was that he was called back to the old house by his parents.

While Jiaang Xin was busy, Zhang Teng had already ended another round of quarreling with his parents. He sat in the bedroom and quietly smoked.

He laid on the bed and looked at the bright moon in the sky. The dim red light flashed. It was his cigarette.

He did not know how many times it had been. Every time he met his parents, they would start quarreling and end it. He hated this family, hated his father who valued face more than anything else, and hated his mother who prioritized his father's life.

This family was so oppressive that he couldn't catch his breath.

He would rather rest in the Water Dream every night than return to his lonely villa, let alone this oppressive old residence.

But today was the old man's birthday. No matter how much he hated them, they were still his parents. They were blood related and legal.

He originally wanted to show his face and leave, but who knew that his parents would turn a birthday party into a blind date? Almost all the unmarried women in H City were present, and there were even 17 or 18 years old young girls. It was simply ridiculous.

And his mother had been clinging onto his arm the entire night. Introducing one woman after another to him, what kind of little daughter of the City Party Secretary... The general manager's niece, and so on and so forth. More than once, he wanted to shake off his mother's hand. After leaving this ridiculous party, he saw the scar on his mother's wrist. He could only silently endure it.

Although it was a normal party, he didn't give a damn about it, but there was still a steady stream of women coming over. The strong and light perfume smell gathered together and twisted into an electric drill, drilling into his brain. For the first time, he hated women who sprayed perfume so much.

She didn't seem to like it.

He didn't know why he turned his attention to her. He didn't seem to have smelled the perfume on her before. Her scent was a faint milk fragrance. It should be the smell of bath milk. It smelled sweet. It was as sweet as her lips.

Her throat was a little dry. He thought that it was probably because he smoked too much. He put out his eyes, threw the empty cigarette box into the trash can, picked up the clothes at the door, and walked out of the room.

The old residence was very quiet and scary in the middle of the night. But he was very familiar with it. Even if it was dark, he could still accurately find the way. Silently passing through the corridor, he walked down the stairs and arrived at the hall on the first floor. The door. He gently pushed it but did not push it open.

The door was actually locked.

He frowned. He knew that it was his mother who did it. She only wanted him to stay overnight at the old residence so that she could have breakfast with them the next day.

He had no choice. He estimated that all possible exits had been sealed, so he had no choice but to return the way he came. He originally thought that he would not be able to sleep all night, but he did not expect to fall asleep looking at the moon. Although he fell asleep, he had a nightmare for the entire night.

The dream was too messy. He dreamt of a girl falling from the sky, breaking into pieces under his feet. His hands were covered in blood.

He dreamt of his mother's half body sticking out of the window. He walked over and found that his mother's upper body was gone.

He also dreamed that his father was holding a whip and fiercely whipped at him. He wanted to grab the whip, but it was split into two by the whip.

There were also many messy and broken scenes that he really could not recall.

When he was woken up by the maid, he felt dizzy, and his mood was terrible to the extreme. Thinking about how he would have to look at the old man's face later, his head hurt even more.