The Love Book

Mr. Ross Sr. really didn’t seem to know about the news, and was sidetracked by Genny Ross’s lively banter during dinner, which ended up not mentioning anything serious.

After the meal, it was still early and Kemp Ross was not going to stay and ignored Phoebe Barnes, intending to go back alone.

Phoebe Barnes sensed something and followed him out, her voice low and soft, “I’ll go back with you.”

Without waiting for the man’s response, she pulled open the passenger door and got in.

Kemp Ross gave her a look, said nothing, and drove off directly.

Halfway through, the man’s cell phone placed in his hand suddenly rang.

Phoebe Barnes watched him drive smoothly without moving her eyebrows, and seemed not to answer, ringing for a few dozen seconds and then hang up automatically.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

But not a minute later, the call came back in.

Phoebe Barnes glanced at the man again, glanced at the memo, and reached out to answer it for him anyway.

“Yung Fung, he’s driving.”

For this somewhat strange and familiar person, she only knows is his very good friend, nothing else, met not much, but very impressed.

Say he is the dude young, but the bones can not see any taste of the wind, like never decent up, but also gives a deep and inexplicable feeling.

“Just the two of you? Where are you going so late at night?” The man chuckled softly and slowly, his tone full of playfulness.

“Go back to the Aqua Cloud Residence.”

There was silence for two seconds and said, “You turn on the speakerphone.”

Phoebe Barnes presses hands-free.

Rong Feng’s lazy voice suddenly spread throughout the car, “Since you’re all out, you don’t mind going back later, right?”

Kemp Ross frowned, his eyes still looking ahead, and uttered, “What do you want?”

“I’m hungry, bring your wife over and make me dinner.”

Phoebe Barnes, “…”

The front light through the windshield, Kemp Ross look very light, handsome face did not even appear to fluctuate, but the tone of voice obviously lowered, “Are you blind or disabled, your men are dead? A meal money you also plan to bring into the coffin?”

The voice on the other end was consistently lazy, “I’m just good at that bite your wife makes, why, no?”

Twenty minutes later, Kemp Ross took Phoebe Barnes to Yung Fung’s place.

A smile light face into her eyes, the man in casual dress lying on the sofa, slender legs casually crossed on the table, next to a bottle of red wine and half a glass of wine, the curve of the jaw outlines the taste of carelessness.

Whether the surrounding luxury or the man’s casual dress are through a stream of aristocratic faction, but the vaguely hostile eyes and lazy evil smile a combination, always Phoebe Barnes can not say the strange and cool.

She was carrying the lunch box in her hand and was about to put it on the table when Kemp Ross took it in one hand and threw it directly at his face without looking at it, and said coldly, “Eat if you want to, or go hungry.”

Rong Feng caught the lunch box, looked down, slightly raised his eyebrows, looked at the man with a smile, “You really live more and more petty, I just want to eat her cooking, and not eat her.”

Kemp Ross narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, “She cooked for you under the identity of Mrs. Fu, are you planning to sell your kidney or blood?”

Rong Feng glanced at him, slowly unwrapped the lunch box, evil and reckless smile, “If she wants my kidney still need you?”

Phoebe Barnes, “…”

The two men spoke as if she didn’t even exist.

She covered her lips and coughed lightly, looked at Rong Feng and said somewhat awkwardly, “I’ll go see what’s in the kitchen and make you some, you guys talk.”

Rong Feng didn’t even look at Kemp Ross, casually threw the lunch box into the trash can and smiled at Phoebe Barnes, “Someone just came up to deliver some ingredients, they’re all in the fridge, please.”

Phoebe Barnes, “…”

Kemp Ross, “…”

Phoebe Barnes turned to the kitchen and Kemp Ross kicked him directly in the face, his eyes deep and dark, “You really have nothing better to do than fucking bring her into this?”

Rong Feng took out a cigarette and lit it with a snap, holding it between his thin lips, lifting his eyelids to look at him, smiling playfully, “The person is obviously brought here by you, what the fuck does it have to do with me? You’re too obviously weak-minded.”

Kemp Ross frowned in displeasure, lifted his foot and kicked him aside to sit down by himself, his voice was cold and gloomy, “My affairs have nothing to do with her, if you dare to give me trouble, I will have three legs broken for you.”

Yung wind is the kind of person who seems to be very jumpy, but everything is clearly divided, if he sees the point of interest, even if it is a fire pit will also insert a foot.

“Saying that your bones are permeated with indifference can kill your brother and father is really true, the woman you tossed in bed for two years, but now says no relationship at all, tsk, even I, an outsider, have to look down.” Rong Feng leaned back on the sofa and swallowed the clouds, saying words like in a fight for whom, but the tone is not warm without any ripples.

Kemp Ross tensed his handsome face and did not speak.

Rong Feng handsome face hidden under the curl of smoke, seemingly smiling, “If you think about the intention to cheat in marriage, I will repeat her words to you.”

The man’s thick black eyes flickered for a moment, silent for half a second, lowered his eyes, low sarcasm, “You are rubbing rice rubbing out your feelings? You intend to fight for her?”

“I’m not interested in other people’s women, and I’m even less interested in your women.” Rong Feng exhaled a mouthful of smoke, rolled a white eye, snorted: “I just don’t understand, you have a little money, a little face, pretentious and uninteresting, how come those women are so devoted to you? The one inside is, the one outside is, and I’m no worse than you, so how come there’s no such market?”

Kemp Ross sneered mercilessly, “You’re blind to find brainless people.”

Yung Fung, “…”

Kemp Ross looked in the direction of the kitchen, the sarcasm at the corner of his lips deepened a little, “You are not only blind but also kicked by a donkey? Which one of your eyes saw that the one in there is devoted to me?”

“Two.” Rong Feng extinguished his cigarette, got up and picked up his glass of wine and took a sip, said leisurely: “Otherwise, what do you think she asked to marry you for in the first place? Just because you have power and influence? For two years, she has not even squeezed into the circle of upper-class broads, except for sleeping with you at night, who would think she is Mrs. Fu?”

Kemp Ross narrowed his eyes, his tone still light, “There’s nothing between a man and a woman that can’t be solved by going to bed, and you underestimate her patience.”

Thinking about the several times that happened one after another, the darkness under his eyes became a little thicker.

She’s probably only just getting started.

Rong Feng incontestably hooked his lips, too lazy to continue arguing with him.

He’s not his father and has little time to worry about his crap, and he’s even less interested in Phoebe Barnes.