My Wife Is Secretly Dark

Fu Yunfei shook her head: "I haven't seen it before. If I have seen it, I can't remember a girl with such a temperament. I can guarantee that I have never seen her before."

"As for which family it belongs to, I don't know. But I don't think the clothes she wears are big-name brands, and they're not custom-made. They shouldn't be from a big family."

This is actually a bit counterintuitive.

Some people's temperament does not depend on a piece of clothing.

Even if the girl is not wearing a big name or a private custom, the aristocratic temperament exuding from her bones cannot be concealed.

She just said that because she didn't want Fei Ran to be hit too hard.

Of course, Fei Ran will know that she didn't tell the truth when she sees herself in the future, but by then, Fei Ran should have been adjusted almost, and maybe she will come out.

In this way, how the girl's temperament came from, will not have too much influence on Feiran.

"That's it."

Fu Yunfei nodded again and again.

Originally I took pictures secretly, but I didn’t plan to show them to Feiran.

"Fei Ran, you..."

Meng Feiran forced a smile and interrupted her: "I'm fine."

"It's very late, I'll ask the assistant to book a room for you. You stay here for one night and go back tomorrow morning. Yu Kun is a scumbag, you can't be trusted, you can see his true colors clearly, so don't worry about it. Those who deserve it are sad."

Fu Yunfei looked at her, full of emotion.

Fei Ran was so sad, and she did not forget to comfort her.

Leaning over and hugging her arm: "Fei Ran, I was cheated by a scumbag for three years, and I feel very uncomfortable. Would you sleep with me tonight?"

"Fifi, you know, I don't like sleeping with others."

"All right……"

In fact, she was afraid that Feiran would be too sad and wanted to accompany her.

Originally, she was quite sad, but seeing Fei Ran pretending to be strong, she suddenly felt that her sadness was nothing.

Fu Yunfei was led away by Meng Feiran's assistant.

Meng Feiran was the only one left in the suite.

She tucked her knees and sat on the sofa, crying for a long time with her head buried in her knees, before she took out her mobile phone and a pure black card from the purse in her bag.

It's a business card.

There is only a name and a string of phone numbers on it.

At first glance, it is not a business card that ordinary people can have.

The phone was dialed, and it was quickly connected there.

"Hello?" was a male voice.

The voice is low and sullen, and just hearing the voice can give people a feeling of stunned heart.

"Mo, Mr. Mo, do you, do you remember me? I was the one who helped you when I met you in a bar last time. You gave me a business card and said you owed me a favor."

"Oh, it's that lovely lady, I remember you." Although she is cute, it sounds intimidating.

"Did you call me to pay back this favor?"

"Poor, about the same." Even across the phone, Meng Feiran was still a little afraid of this young but bloody man.

"I can see that Mr. Mo is not an ordinary person. I want you to find someone for me. I don't know if it is inconvenient for you?"

"Check people?"

"Well, if it's not convenient for you..."

"I said that I owe you a favor, and I will pay it back naturally. After I pay it back, I will clear it. I don't like to owe others."

"Check who?"

"Young master of the Qi family in Yucheng..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the other party: "Qi Jing?"

His tone was no longer as casual as before.

As if he was lying down just now, he suddenly sat up when he heard this.

Meng Feiran paused: "Mo, Mr. Mo, do you know Qi Jing?"