C643 He Has a Partner
Qiao An also thought of Moo Haoyan in an instant.
In fact, she did not come back often during the two years when something happened to her eyes. Even if it was a round trip, it was her teacher who informed Old Master Ling. Old Master Ling would naturally arrange it.
In addition, Moo Haoyan was very busy, or... He was busy sharing a bed with Qiao Xue... In short, the two of them had not met many times.
But since Huo Chengzhou asked this, Qiao An's heart became mischievous. Oh, really not alone. ]
Huo Chengzhou gritted his teeth slightly, feeling unhappy in his heart. He felt that this was because he had nothing better to do.
This time, it's only one person. Be careful. ]
Qiao An: Yes. ]
She put away her phone and shrugged.
[Little boy.]
...
Huo Feng went straight to the Dingcheng Technology. The original design of the Shangcheng had been completed, and now it was the final stage. That was to say, when the game came online, Yem Qiaoyu would be leaving the Dingcheng.
Huo Feng suddenly felt that time was passing very quickly.
Although it was not lunchtime yet, he still carried two cups of milk tea into the office of the original design department.
Everyone knew him. After greeting each other, he went straight to Yem Qiaoyu's office.
He suddenly came without saying anything in advance. When he pushed the door open and entered, he saw Yuan Yuan sitting beside Yem Qiaoyu. The two of them leaned their heads against each other and looked at the computer, looking like they were having an affair.
Huo Feng's face changed.
What was going on?
Wasn't the last time he saw Yem Qiaoyu and his girlfriend still Qin Se and Ming? Why did they have a new date in just a few days?
Were young people's love dates so short?
Yem Qiaoyu and Yuan Yuan raised their heads to look at him when they heard the noise at the door. They raised their hands to greet him. Then Yuan Yuan said to Yem Qiaoyu, "Listen to me. My taste is not bad."
Yem Qiaoyu nodded. "This matter is not urgent. We will talk about it later."
Huo Feng walked over and saw a picture flashing on Yem Qiaoyu's computer table. It was a picture of young girls wearing cool clothes.
There was a bit of displeasure between his eyebrows. He put the milk tea on Yem Qiaoyu and the round table. "Milk tea."
Yuan Yuan thanked him. Yem Qiaoyu leaned back in the chair and took the milk tea. He tore the straw and smiled.
"What brings you here?"
A complicated look flashed across Huo Feng's eyes. "I'll treat you to lunch at noon."
"You want to treat me to a free restaurant?"
"Not a restaurant. Let's go out and eat."
Yem Qiaoyu took a sip of the milk tea and chewed up the chewy pearls. "So you gave me a cup of milk tea at noon to make me eat less later?"
Huo Feng asked, "Am I that petty?"
Yem Qiaoyu nodded. "I don't know if you are petty or not. I only know that you are in debt."1
Huo Feng was speechless. Forget it, I'm still busy. I came to see you at noon. "
Yem Qiaoyu nodded his head and sent Huo Feng away. He was puzzled. This person's condition and expression were not right today.
What happened?
...
At noon, Huo Feng came to find Yem Qiaoyu on time. The two of them took the elevator downstairs.
After all, they were handsome men in suits and leather shoes. Standing side by side made the girls in the elevator somewhat eager to give it a try.
"I want WeChat!"
"I don't dare!"
"What else do you dare to do if you don't even dare to ask for WeChat? Quick! We'll get off the elevator later!"
The elevator arrived at that moment. Huo Feng and Yem Qiaoyu lifted their feet and walked out. A few women followed them closely.
Finally, one of them mustered up his courage and ran to the two of them with his phone. He handed the phone to Yem Qiaoyu and asked, "Can I add you on WeChat?"
Yem Qiaoyu smiled and turned to look at Huo Feng. It seemed like he was showing off.
Look, he's coming for me!
Huo Feng saw Yem Qiaoyu put one hand into his pocket and looked like he was going to take out his phone. He subconsciously raised his hand to stop him and said to the girl with a serious face.
"No! He has a partner!"
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