Seeing the light in Wan Qianqian's eyes, the old president smiled and nodded. "He is really charming. As a junior, he is one of the few top talents I recognize. If any woman is lucky enough to be his wife and sing with him in this life, she will be happy all her life."
Wan Qianqian suddenly blushed. She was young and thin-skinned, but she couldn't help but build a beautiful picture in her mind. The breeze in the morning raised the curtains. She opened the door and saw the man opening his hands to him.
Maybe it's an artist. Her imagination is always rich. As long as she feels good, she can generally form more perfect works in her mind.
"Miss Wan, I'm not joking. I know you are a very hard-working and talented girl, but you should know your mission this time. You are repaying my kindness for your grandfather, looking for your life's happiness, and more importantly, for the stability and peace of this country. In short, this matter is very urgent. I hope you must pay attention to it. Ling Mofeng is a cold man. How do you attract his attention? You have to think about it! "After the old president finished, he turned around and left. He felt that Wan Qianqian was smart enough to understand the meaning of his words.
Of course, Wan Qianqian is smart. Moreover, she is emotional. How to attract men? She is naturally very good at it.
She poured herself another glass of red wine and gently shook the wine in the glass. When she smiled at the corner of her mouth, a pair of lovely little pear dimples were looming, which added a little playfulness to her beauty.
This time, she is an internationally famous oil painter recruited by the state. Next, she has an important job to contact. There are several new reception rooms in the general office building. On the wall of the reception room, she needs to use oil paintings to move several famous domestic scenic spots on the wall, and she has officially taken over the job. She expects to work in the general office for the next three months. Will there be fewer opportunities to get close to Ling Mofeng?
Moreover, her painting exhibition this time represents a glory of China. Ling Mofeng will definitely come to visit her chest. At that time, she only needs to make some small plans to attract the man's attention first, which is the most important part.
The plan is arranged step by step, careful and hidden. Except for several important ministers around the old president, no one knows the plan this time.
Wan Qianqian and Gao Yue, two excellent women, are coming for their own goals and dreams. They are also very smart and know how to use this opportunity to find a better future for themselves.
It's night!
Winter snow has been floating for a day. The north wind outside the window blows and rolls the chill, which makes people sweat.
"Blow the window open, I'll go. what's the wind, the demon wind!" Lan Yanxi took a bath and came out. She felt that the corridor in the house was not cold. She tightened her large male nightgown and ran to the end of the corridor with small steps. She saw a window blown open by the wind, which was swaying in the wind and making a sound.
Lan Yanxi finds that she is familiar with every corner of the house. It's really depressed. She doesn't belong to her house yet, but she has been familiar with it.
I can't help complaining about that man from the bottom of my heart. The thief of heart is just like this.
Lan Yanxi reaches out and pulls the window back in the cold wind. The cold wind is mixed with the cool air of snow. She can only pull it hard.
Clang!
The window shoulder could not bear her violence and broke!
"No, it's really an old house. It can only be treated gently!" Lan Yanxi looks down at the broken glass fragment, which has fallen.
"Forget it, ignore it!" Lan Yanxi holds her cold arm tightly. Like a kitten preparing for winter, she runs to the room like a cat.
When she ran to the position of the stairs, suddenly, she heard footsteps. She was so scared that her brain was buzzing.
It's so late. How can there be footsteps coming from the bottom of the stairs?
Lan Yanxi instinctively reaches out to turn on all the lights at the stairs. She sees a tall and slender figure standing at the spiral stairs. A thick black long windbreaker makes the man's figure more upright. He puts his hands in his pockets and is looking up at her with a smile.
"Ling Mofeng?" Lan Yanxi can't believe her eyes. It's almost twelve o'clock. How can this man come?
"It's so late. Why don't you go to bed?" Ling Mofeng is surprised to see her.
"I I'm going to sleep. Your window is broken. You can find someone to repair it tomorrow. The wind makes me cold!" Lan Yanxi subconsciously tightened her collar and complained like a little wife.
Ling Mofeng continued to pick up the stairs and walked up. Soon, he stood in front of her. Even if the man stepped on the last step, he was still much taller than her, but the line of sight of the two people could still be on the same level.
"You Why are you here?" Lan Yanxi's beautiful eyes looked at his face. Suddenly, she was shocked by his burning eyes. She quickly lowered her head, avoided his eyes, and asked softly.
"I came to get something!" The man also whispered.
This sentence seems to be more cooling than the cold wind squeezed in the window. Blue Yan Xi raised his eyes and stared at him with some resentment. Then he said lightly, and turned around to go back to her room to sleep for beauty.
He didn't come here for her. Why should she waste time with him?
In fact, Ling Mofeng deliberately said this kind of words to annoy her. Sure enough, she was so cute when she was angry.
Seeing her turn around and leave, the man's handsome eyes flashed a touch of hurry, and he immediately reached out and gently pulled her wrist. Lan Yanxi's body is delicate. She is gently pulled by the man. She steps back two steps and sticks directly in the warm and solid arms of the man.
"You..." Lan Yanxi's heart was stuffy. Suddenly, he was gently hugged by him again. For a moment, he was shocked and stared.
The man bent down slightly, put his thin lips on her shoulder, and murmured, "things are secondary. You are the focus of my coming here!"
"Do you think I'll be happy if you do this? In your eyes, I can't compare with your work. "Lan Yanxi's heart is clearly happy, but a small mouth is stubborn, and he doesn't want to make him comfortable.
"Yan Xi, do you miss me?" Ling Mofeng is not willing to spend such precious time quarreling with her. Every minute, he just wants to feel her tenderness and reality.
"Why should I miss you? I have a lot of things to think about, and I don't have time to think..." Before Lan Yanxi's words were finished, her body was pulled by the man's hands. Her beautiful eyes and a pair of deep eyes met unexpectedly. The man's eyes were as deep as the ocean, mysterious and unpredictable. She was so lost that she forgot what she was going to say, so she could only look at him stupidly.
"Can't you spare some time to think about me? It seems that I still have no place in your heart. "The man's voice is low, with a trace of depression.
Lan Yanxi's cheeks were inexplicably hot, and her heart beat faster. She bit her lower lip nervously, continued to avoid his eyes, and complained softly: "even if I miss you, you don't come, what can I do? I can't possibly stare blankly at the road outside the window like an idiot. "
The man listened to her complaining voice and couldn't help laughing. His fingers gently straightened a few strands of her long hair: "well, I'll try my best to come and see you, no matter how late, as long as I feel I can come, I will come."
"Really?" Lan Yanxi's beautiful eyes are bright in a moment. I don't know why. She believes every word the man says. It's strange. When did she become so trusting of this man?
"Really!" The man's firm answer.
"Well, are you leaving later?" Lan Yanxi asked softly.
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