When she walked into the company lobby, she happened to meet Ying Mo. As a rock singer in the past, she became famous in Europe as a model. Now that she has returned to glory, the scene is extraordinary, and a huge crowd surrounds her as she walks out.
Ying Mo, who was wearing a haute couture dress, pursed her lips and stepped hard on the floor with her high heels, "Thump thump, thump thump" in a powerful voice. She suddenly stopped and looked at me domineeringly: "Morning."
"Good morning."
She walked towards me and leaned into my ear: "I know your background. Both parents are dead and you only have one grandfather. You are no different from an orphan. Why, do you want to grab a long-term meal ticket?"
I can only laugh. Similar speculations have been with me for many years, and this one is no exception.
"Stop dreaming. A man like Fenghuang never lacks toys around him. Besides, you and him are not the same person at all, so you can take care of yourself."
Yingmo turned around and left. The sound of her "hentiangao" stamping on the ground was very sharp, just like her attitude. I walked towards the elevator disapprovingly. The elevator door was already wide open. Fenghuang's hand was pressed on the open button, and the corners of his mouth were tight.
Sipping, with a deep expression on my face, I stood in front of the elevator: "I'll wait for the next one."
He pulled me into the elevator with just a little force, and then stood far away. The distance made me confused. I held my left hand on my right arm, using the safest posture to take precautions. Fenghuang
Said: "There is never a shortage of women around me."
"None of my business."
"Artificial respiration does not count as a kiss, so yesterday was my first kiss."
Fenghuang coughed lightly, and the elevator door opened. He left quickly. The moment he stepped out of the elevator, his body suddenly shook. My cheeks were hot. When I walked into the lounge, I started to clean up. Fenghuang seemed to be fine.
Nestled in his seat, the crystal ball came and went freely in his palm, his long hair covered most of his face, and I couldn't guess the thoughts hidden under his drooping eyebrows.
"What should I do? What should I do to you?"
His whispers yesterday rang in my ears, and Fenghuang’s helplessness and confusion made me anxious. What was he afraid of? Every time we got closer, he would push me away, leaving me at a loss as to what to do...
Uncle Hong walked in: "Your Majesty, you are ready."
"Do you have an itinerary for today?" I asked unexpectedly. I didn't receive the itinerary yesterday.
"This is the emperor's private matter, we don't need to follow him," Uncle Hong said.
Emperor Feng came over and said, "Please accompany me to a place."
Uncle Hong looked at Fenghuang in astonishment: "You want Ruolan to accompany you?"
"The job responsibilities of an assistant." Feng Huang said with a smile: "Uncle Hong, thank you for your hard work."
We left from the VIP elevator. There was someone else in the elevator, the silver-haired man we met last time. Fenghuang ignored this person. I nodded to him: "Hello, we meet again."
"What a coincidence." He was as kind as last time: "Want to go out?"
I responded and stepped aside. The two of them stood side by side. They had similar facial contours and the same height. Except for their different hair colors, Fenghuang had flaxen hair and the gentleman had gray hair.
The faces were almost exactly the same, and I thought, could they be father and son?
"Tomorrow is your mother's death anniversary."
"I know."
The elevator descended smoothly and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point. The moment the elevator door opened, the gentleman looked at me and bent slightly: "Thank you for taking care of Fenghuang."
I was flattered and said quickly: "This is my job."
Fenghuang had already walked far away, and I quickly chased after him: "Why are you so cold with your father?"
"He owes me an answer."
Fenghuang walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. There were flowers and offerings inside!