Master's Million Blind Wife

C695 I'm His Creditor



C695 I'm His Creditor

Oh, is he that bored?    

    

Since she needed him to pass a message on something like this, it meant that Huo Feng didn't have much to do with her.    

    

It was just that the female side was a little hot-headed, and Huo Feng could only be held back by his mother.    

    

Then it would be best if he could solve the problem from the source today.    

    

Yem Qiaoyu curled his lips in disdain and pushed the door open. His gaze fell on the two people in the ward. He politely said, "Auntie Feng, I am Huo Feng's friend. I am here to help."    

    

Fong Ju, who was dressed in hospital gown, still had a ruddy complexion. Only her breath was a little weak. "Sorry to trouble you, child. I did not delay your work, right?"    

    

"No, I did not. I will rest today."    

    

Yem Qiaoyu's eyes fell on Fong Qiaoqiao again.    

    

She was wearing a pink long dress. She looked good and the texture was not bad. It should be worth a lot.    

    

The makeup on her face was naturally exquisite. Even her nails were carefully kept.    

    

However, when he thought about the possibility that Huo Feng would live with this person in the future, Yem Qiaoyu felt uncomfortable.    

    

With Huo Feng's intelligence, wouldn't he be played to death?    

    

Fong Qiaoqiao was also quietly sizing up Yem Qiaoyu. She had seen this person before, and he was also in the hospital.    

    

At that time, she did not take a close look at him in a hurry. Only now did she realize that he had red lips, white teeth, handsome features, tall and long legs, and an outstanding temperament.    

    

Compared to Huo Feng, he had a rough feeling. The person in front of him was obviously more pampered, especially with a half frame mirror on the bridge of his nose, which added a bit of elegance to him.    

    

Fong Qiaoqiao smiled like a flower, "Hello, I am Fong Qiaoqiao."    

    

"Hello, Yem Qiaoyu."    

    

"I will have to trouble you, Brother Yu. " Fong Qiaoqiao said in an exceptionally delicate tone.    

    

Yem Qiaoyu's brows slightly raised, and his eyes that were hidden behind the lenses flashed. "You're welcome. Huo Feng is overseas, and he asked me to come. I naturally can't not come."    

    

"This child. When he is overseas, he still has to remember us."    

    

Fong Ju looked at Fong Qiaoqiao. "Before Huo Feng comes back, don't disturb his work anymore. I am already in this kind of situation, there is no difference whether I will have a consultation or not."    

    

Fong Qiaoqiao pursed her lips. "I know, Mom."    

    

Yem Qiaoyu, on the other hand, laughed in a low voice. "It is okay. He is just a driver. If he follows, he will just be doing odd jobs for the boss, driving, and so on. There is nothing to be busy with."    

    

Fong Qiaoqiao's expression changed.    

    

But... a driver?    

    

She clearly remembered him saying in the elevator that he earned a million a year...    

    

Fong Qiaoqiao covered the haggling in her eyes and got up to support Fong Ju, "Mom, let's go over."    

    

"Okay."    

    

Yem Qiaoyu pushed the wheelchair over with his eyesight. Fong Qiaoqiao helped Fong Ju sit in. She looked up and smiled at Yem Qiaoyu. "Thank you."    

    

"You are welcome." Yem Qiaoyu took a few steps forward to open the door. "Let's go."    

    

Fong Qiaoqiao saw his considerate gentleman in his eyes, and her heart was also stirred.    

    

It seemed that his words and actions were very proper and proper gentlemen. He was much more patient and meticulous than Huo Feng.    

    

After sending Fong Ju into the examination room, the two of them had more than ten minutes of time. Fong Qiaoqiao stood beside Yem Qiaoyu and looked at the tall buildings outside the window and sighed.    

    

"The people in Jinghai that I met are all very warm..."    

    

"Oh, not bad."    

    

Although Yem Qiaoyu's reaction was very cold, Fong Qiaoqiao still asked, "Are you a native of Jinghai?"    

    

Yem Qiaoyu nodded. "Yes."    

    

" Then you and Mr Feng are classmates? " Fong Qiaoqiao asked with interest.    

    

Yem Qiaoyu smiled and looked down at her. He said word by word, "Not classmates, colleagues. To be precise, I am his creditor."    

    


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