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Chapter 269 Relief or Lost?

I have already decided not to meet again, so why bother?
Instead, Jin Feng revealed intentionally or unintentionally, "Miss Lin, take a good rest at home these few days. Our husband is very busy and can't come to see you. If you need anything, you can call me directly."

"thank you, I know now."

Anyway, I got the news about Leng Yanxiu from Jin Feng. He was very busy and couldn't come to see her, which meant that he wouldn't bother her again in the next few days! ?
Lin Xiaoting sighed deeply, unable to describe how she felt, whether it was relief or loss.

After Jin Feng left, Lin Xiaoting stared blankly at the mountain-high pile of gifts in the room, recalling everything in the past, and the moments with Leng Yanxiu in her mind.

Either sweet or bitter, will become memories that cannot be erased.

It wasn't until there was a gurgling sound from her belly that Lin Xiaoting rubbed her hungry belly, and then she remembered that she hadn't eaten anything today!

A lovelorn is always a lovelorn, you still have to eat!

Xia Meng was not there, so she went to the kitchen to turn over the lid of the pot, but found no leftovers to eat, so she went back to the house to find a bag of instant noodles.

Not even having the strength to boil water for instant noodles, Lin Xiaoting sat down on the sofa, tore open the bag and started to eat.

One-third of the instant noodles were not eaten, and there was another knock on the door. Lin Xiaoting got up and asked, "Who is it?"

"Delivery!"

Lin Xiaoting opened the door, looked up and down the takeaway boy, "I didn't order takeaway."

"Rongshu District... 403, that's right! Are you Miss Lin?"

"En!" Lin Xiaoting nodded.

The courier brother stuffed the outer bag to her, and Lin Xiaoting took it in her hand blankly. Seeing that the other party was about to leave, she asked again, "Do you know who ordered the takeaway?"

"It's a man. His surname seems to be Lin or Lan. I don't remember clearly."

"Oh, thank you."

The takeaway brother left, Lin Xiaoting returned to the house with the takeaway in her hands, and looked at the package of the takeaway, it was just an ordinary fast food restaurant, not Tiffany, probably not Leng Yanxiu, who could it be?
The last name is Lin?

It should be Lin Changjun!
Lin Xiaoting guessed that the takeaway was delivered by Lin Changjun, so she ate the whole meal with peace of mind, and finally ate up all the soup and fruit. She was absolutely hungry.

Eat and drink enough, people have strength, and their spirits are much better.

Lin Xiaoting washed up, calmed down her mood, and then called Yang Nan and Xia Meng respectively, telling them that the charity sale was decided to start tomorrow morning.

When Yang Nan heard about her plan, she expressed her willingness to help, and Xia Meng also said that she would rush back from home early at night to make preparations.
In the afternoon, Lin Xiaoting went to the Los Angeles Small Commodity Wholesale Market, and came back with a batch of wholesale greeting cards and a dozen beautiful cellophane wrapping paper.

After returning to the residence, she began to lie on the table, writing Christmas cards.

There are 89 children in the Los Angeles Orphanage, and she needs to write 89 greeting cards.

Lin Xiaoting concentrated on writing greeting cards, and temporarily forgot about her troubles. Occasionally, when she wrote the word "cold" in the cold weather, the tip of her pen paused, and her heart would feel an inexplicable pain.

Looking at the sky outside the window, it was overcast, as dark as her mood.

I wonder what Leng Yanxiu is doing at this time?

His stomach is not good, did he eat on time?
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The door to the president's office on the 39th floor of the Dihao Building was pushed open, and Leng Yanxiu, who had just ended the meeting, came back from outside with a sullen face.

As soon as Mr. Boss puts on this kind of expression like Baogong's face, it means that there will be a storm coming. Please put on your raincoats and helmets in time.

Seeing this, several little secretaries at the secretary's desk at the door shrank their heads and hid the newspapers.

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(End of this chapter)