If You Don't Accept the Confession, Why Are You Crying When I Change My Mind?

Chapter 417 Feng Siruo is just a fine leg (please order all!!!)

Feng Chong hesitated for a moment, then followed.

Although listening to the corner is a very cheap behavior.

The president of a big company like him is absolutely disdainful to do it.

But this time is not that time.

In special times, it is understandable to use special methods.

Because the immediate priority is to figure out what will happen tomorrow.

Turn active into passive and take the lead.

For this, shameless is shameless.

And what is shameless listening to the corner in your own home?

Feng Chong descended the hillside, and suddenly felt that this kind of behavior was inexplicably a little exciting in his heart.

No wonder it is said that men are young until they die.

At that time, Jiang Zhou tucked his waist and slid gently to the ground.

Then he stopped and walked, avoiding the workers who were carrying things without a hitch.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed his back against the back wall of the banquet building.

He reduced his pace and slowly moved towards the two large windows in the middle.

Feng Chong followed his trajectory all the way to the vicinity, and his pace gradually slowed down.

Then when he turned his head, Jiang Zhou was already on the back window of the banquet building.

i wipe...

This stinky boy used to be a thief, right?

Feng Chong looked at the other party's movements, and was a little stunned.

This dog son-in-law has nothing to do with business.

It's really a waste of society to not be a thief with such skills.

Under the waning moon shadow, Jiang Zhou looked into the building with bright eyes.

The two ears are as close to the glass as possible, trying to let the sound pass to their ears through vibration.

"Why do you look like a professional thief?"

"I lived at my grandmother's house when I was young, and I often went to my neighbor's field to steal melons in the middle of the night, but I was never caught."

Feng Chong was startled when he heard the sound: "Is your family so difficult that you couldn't even eat watermelon?"

Jiang Zhou glanced back: "No, the melons I stole are especially delicious. Maybe it's the fruit of labor that is especially sweet."

"..."

Feng Chong's mouth twitched.

He still overestimated the character of this kid.

What industrious, strong, brave, simple.

This kind of beautiful vocabulary can't match his eight poles.

"How, what did you hear?"

"The secretary is explaining tomorrow's process to the man, but it's nothing special."

Feng Chong tried to climb up, but failed several times: "What else?"

Jiang Zhou was silent for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "There seems to be a woman across from her, with beautiful black legs!"

"???"

"Really, I don't lie."

Feng Chong frowned and had the urge to go up again: "Come on, give me a hand and let me be healthy."

Jiang Zhou suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "Father-in-law, you are not a good person."

"Go away, I'm just afraid that you're not familiar with the Feng family and you missed something important."

"It's alright, don't worry, there are only the two of them in the banquet hall, and there are no black silk legs."

"..."

At this time, all the sounds in the Qingqian Villa were silent.

The bright moon in the sky was obscured by floating clouds from time to time.

There is also a cold wind that is unique to winter.

Let Jiang Zhou feel a little pain in his hand on the windowsill.

But for the sake of his old father-in-law, he still insisted on sticking to the windowsill, trying his best to listen to the movement in the building.

Sometimes he couldn't hear it, so he kept his eyes open as much as possible, hoping to capture more useful information with his vision.

The plainly dressed man was about forty or fifty years old.

Judging from his face alone, he was about the same age as Feng Chong.

The appearance is very ordinary, basically the kind of person who can't be recognized when thrown into the crowd.

But don't know why.

Jiang Zhou can always see a hint of treacherousness from his appearance.

But there was something very strange that he couldn't help noticing.

That is, when this person listened to the secretary's speech, he was very loyal.

This is a very antagonistic expression, and it is almost difficult to appear on the same person.

Unless one of the expressions was deliberately faked by him.

"Flying... well..."

"Waste... number...?"

"semicolon……?"

Feng Chong listened to his words and couldn't help raising his head: "What did you say?"

Jiang Zhou turned his head: "The secretary suddenly lowered his voice. I can't hear anything barren, I can only read his lips."

"You...you still understand lip language?"

"I don't understand, so I have to guess, what if I guess right?"

Feng Chong snorted: "What is a semicolon?"

Jiang Zhou moved his body slightly to the left: "I don't know, but this mouth shape is the one that the secretary repeated the most times. It should be a very important word."

semicolon?

Abandoned number?

What is this all about?

"Can you do it?"

Jiang Zhou shook his sore hand: "I think TV dramas are so deceiving. There is no lip language. I can only understand Mahle Gobi by looking at the shape of the mouth."

Feng Chong frowned: "Why don't you ask a professional tomorrow?"

"This thing is still professional?"

"I don't know. I asked someone to ask if someone can read lips. Don't guess, just remember his mouth shape."

Jiang Zhou nodded, trying to remember the secretary's mouth.

Looking at it at last, he couldn't help but feel a chill, and a layer of goosebumps formed on his arms.

Shit, staring at a man's lips feels a little weird.

When I go back to the hotel later, I must kiss Feng Siruo until 嘤嘤嘤 to counteract this feeling.

After a while, the two people in the room suddenly ended their conversation.

They sorted out their clothes and walked outside the banquet building.

Jiang Zhou also jumped down from the window and quickly rubbed his almost frozen hands.

"It's over, they're leaving."

"where to?"

Jiang Zhou's mouth twitched: "How about I tell you what Feng Yuanshan is going to do?"

Feng Chong suddenly widened his eyes: "You know?"

"I know shit, me."

6 "..."

Feng Chong's mood is completely confused now, that's why he asks such a silly question.

But it just shows how worried he is now.

A man suddenly appeared in the villa, with his father's personal secretary by his side.

Come to the banquet hall in the middle of the night to confirm the process of tomorrow's charity dinner.

How weird is this situation.

At this moment, Jiang Zhou suddenly found a strong light burst out from his crotch.

With a panic in his eyes, he subconsciously covered it.

As a result, what he touched in his palm was his mobile phone.

"Damn, it scared me to death, I thought I was hanged."

He breathed a sigh of relief, took out his phone and glanced at it.

Two big characters were displayed on the screen - Feng Yue.