Chapter 321 (1/2)

Silent car, ring loud, Feng Yu took out the mobile phone, see a familiar number.

He specially set up a picture of Lin's calling number, which is a self photo of her smiling face.

In the photo, her eyes are as big as the crescent moon, full of tiny lights.

Chu yunrou looks over her head and feels an unspeakable jealousy burning in her heart.

What's the magic of Miss Lin that can make Feng Yu love her so much?

Feng Yu thin lips slightly pulled a while, indifferent eyes all become soft a few minutes.

"Hello His voice was soft and full of doting: "get up?"

Lin's anxious voice rang: "Feng Yu, where did you go last night? I only heard uncle Quan say at breakfast that you left last night. "

"I've come to talk to my uncle about something."

"Oh, so you spent the night at Chu's last night?" Lin's tone is obviously a little lost.

"Don't think about it. I have something important today. When I'm finished, I'll go home to have lunch with you." Feng Yu heard her sour tone and knew that this little thing must be thinking again.

Chu yunrou, who was sitting beside him, was shocked. Feng Yu's sentence "don't be cranky" seemed to imply something.

She gave a sneer at the bottom of her heart. Lin Xiangxiang would not have doubted her.

This woman really does not have a sense of security. She has a small mind. I don't know how her cousin would care so much for her.

Feng Yu hung up and said nothing. His eyes turned out of the window.

Chu yunrou did not speak any more. She was very depressed.

This winter, is the emergence of a fine weather, the sun slowly up.

The central square has already gathered thousands of people, who are loyal supporters of northern Chu. They occupy every corner of the square.

Holding flags and banners, the mood was high and excited, and some people were shouting slogans. The atmosphere at the scene was very warm.

Feng Yu's special car was intercepted. A police officer in charge of guarding went forward to check it, and then released it.

The car was parked in the parking space of the special area. Feng Yu didn't get off the car. He didn't even shake down the window. He just kept calm and looked at the excited crowd outside the window.

"My father's appeal is getting louder and louder. I'm really happy for him. Cousin, you said that my father would run for president successfully, didn't you?" The smile on Chu yunrou's face makes her look more bright and moving.

Feng Yu looked at her without expression: "everything is still full of unknowns, don't be happy too early."

"With my cousin supporting my father, I believe he will succeed, because I have the most confidence in my cousin." Chu yunrou looked at Feng Yu with admiration.

His cold and perfect side face, sharp lines, hard to hide handsome, Chu yunrou see some dementia.

Feng Yu snorted, which was regarded as an answer.

"More and more people are coming towards the square. Today, the traffic is going to be paralyzed." Feng Yu didn't return her words. Chu yunrou was not unhappy. She put her face on the window, looked out of the window and murmured.

Feng Yu's eyes sweep to the surrounding buildings, but he doesn't know which building Cheng Ying chooses.

The bottom of my heart is a little uneasy. Feng Yu doesn't know much about Cheng Ying. She only knows that she is the woman Quan Shu once loved with her life.

Just when Feng Yu was a little worried, his mobile phone rang.

It's uncle Quan who called in.

"Hello, uncle Quan!" Feng Yu answered quickly.

"Young master, she is ready. Please don't worry." Uncle Quan made a special call to reassure Feng Yu.

"Well, then go ahead with the plan." Feng Yu answered deeply, and then hung up.

Chu yunrou looked at Feng Yu in astonishment: "what plans have you made with my father? Cousin, is this plan dangerous? "

"No!" Feng Yu didn't want to say anything more to her. He just shook his head lightly.

At the moment, on the top floor of a building around the square, Leng Yaochen is watching every move of the square with a telescope in his hand.

Wei Nan's negative hand stood beside him, and his eyes were staring at him downstairs.

"Young master, is that line of motorcade from chubei?" Wei Nan asked in a low voice.

Leng Yaochen kept watching with his telescope and sneered: "no, it's Fengyu. What's he doing here?"