He Rijun coming again

Chapter 33 Return to the original owner

Once upon a time, Luo Zhiwen also expected to hear the three words "I love you" from Feng Qingzhu's mouth.

He imagined many scenarios.

There were marriage proposals and weddings... But in the end, all Feng Qingzhu left for him who was waiting in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau was a cold leather bag and Han Qianshan's embarrassed smile.

What do you love or not?

Feng Qingzhu is not even willing to get a marriage certificate, so there is no love for him.

But on this extremely ordinary night, Feng Qingzhu stood under the dim streetlight and confessed his love to him.

The usual lights, the usual wind, the usual tone of voice——

It happened that Luo Zhiwen's stagnant heart splashed.

Putting aside all grievances and grievances, he has been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

But now is not the time to think about these things, and Luo Zhiwen didn't really listen to these words in his heart.

Holding his mobile phone, he frowns and scrolls through Weibo.

Someone had already figured out his identity, and exposed the fact that he and Feng Qingzhu were married.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Feng Qingzhu, as the apparent helm of Feng's Group, regardless of his identity and background, just because he is the boss behind Feng's Entertainment, can arouse the vigilance of all WZH fans.

The one who was photographed leaning close to Dipper was the husband of the boss...

What is this? !

Did Luo Zhiwen seduce Dipper by virtue of her hidden marriage, or did Dipper knowingly commit the crime?

No matter what the possibility is, it will push Luo Zhiwen to the forefront of public opinion.

Some people said that he was skittish, and fans scolded him even more harshly, with so many dirty words that Weibo automatically blocked him.

More people who eat melon passers-by, on the one hand, are curious that Feng Qingzhu is married, on the other hand, they want to know what kind of person they are, so that the national idol is willing to be a third party.

It's a pity that no matter how they look, there are no photos of Luo Zhiwen on the Internet.

A reporter with something good wanted to contact him in private, but found that all the contact methods pointed to the Feng family.

Luo Zhiwen became an invisible person, and if he wanted to contact him, he couldn't get around Feng Qingzhu no matter what.

And Luo Zhiwen didn't know that Feng Qingzhu had blocked the reporters for him, so he stood in front of the house, feeling worried.

Feng Qingzhu still followed behind him, changing shoes consciously, as if they were not divorced.

"Brother Feng, tell me." Luo Zhiwen leaned against the wall with folded arms, and dryly raised a topic.

Feng Qingzhu turned around following the sound: "What did you say?"

"That person." He lowered his head, even though he was mentally prepared, there was still an uncontrollable sourness in his tone, "That person you can't forget even after death."

The person who made his three-year marriage a joke.

"I don't know how to say it." Feng Qingzhu pursed his lips.

"It's come to this point, you still want to hide it from me?"

"Ah Wen..."

"I heard from Dipper that you fell in love with someone whose family is not rich...Let me guess, you met when you were abroad?" Luo Zhiwen murmured to himself.

He grew up in Feng's family, if Feng Qingzhu really likes someone, he can't know, unless that person is not in the country.

"Did he leave you because of illness or an accident?" Luo Zhiwen said, "Actually, if you tell me the truth, I won't be angry. But why do you still want to marry me? It's because the purpose of marriage is to make Old Man Feng happy. It's been years, and it's been three years since the old man left, why are you still refusing to tell me the truth?"

This is what Luo Zhiwen can't figure out the most. The brother Feng he knows is not an indecisive man, but his marriage has made him suffer so much.

Feng Qingzhu's entanglement cannot be said to be heard by Luo Zhi.

Ah Wen, whom he was looking for with his obsession, was by his side, which was already extremely absurd, so how could he justify the yin and yang separation in his previous life?

If he told the truth, Luo Zhiwen wouldn't believe it, and even sneered and walked away.

But it doesn't work if you don't talk, so Feng Qingzhu asked in a deep voice: "Do you believe in past lives?"

Sure enough, a sneer crossed Luo Zhiwen's face.

But when he saw Feng Qingzhu's eyes were heavy and his expression was serious, he couldn't help but put on a straight face: "You won't say that you and your ex-lover are not close, right?...Feng Qingzhu, I'm talking to you about something serious, I'm not kidding !"

Besides, if it was really a lover in the previous life, why would Dipper know about it?

Could it be that Feng Qingzhu and Dipper are lovers?

wrong.

When Dipper mentioned Feng Qingzhu, there was only hatred in his eyes...

As soon as Feng Qingzhu interrupted him with the matter of his previous life, Luo Zhiwen's thoughts drifted away, and immediately he became hungry.

Seeing that the man standing in front of him didn't intend to explain further, he sighed dejectedly: "Rang Rang, I'm going to cook."

"Ah Wen, Ah Wen!" Seeing that he didn't believe him, Feng Qingzhu became anxious again, "Ah Wen, listen to me..."

"Can you stop making up stories with me?" Luo Zhiwen walked into the kitchen without looking back, before closing the door, he said, "Don't let me drive you out of the house."

Feng Qingzhu's thought of explaining disappeared instantly.

--boom.

The kitchen door slammed shut.

Luo Zhiwen panted heavily, he remembered the dream he had once had.

He had met Feng Qingzhu in his previous life.

He doesn't remember what happened between them, but he clearly remembers the man's smile - subtle, faint, spreading from the corner of his lips to the tip of his brow.

He thought that only he had the memory of his previous life, but now it seems...

Joy only boiled for a second before it turned into cold despair.

It turned out that even if Brother Feng really had pre-reincarnation memories, the person he loved wasn't him.

How sad, Luo Zhiwen lowered his head, suppressing the tears that almost overflowed from his eyes.

Neither Wangchuan's water nor Meng Po's soup could make Feng Qingzhu forget his feelings, and they didn't belong to him after all.

His previous three-year marriage was nothing more than a bird occupying a dove's nest.

Now it's back to its original owner.

The one he loves will always reconnect with the one he loves.