Because of this, the old banyan tree can maintain its former appearance, growing vigorously in the private domain, letting the years pass by, and watching the changes in the world with a smile.
Light footsteps sounded from outside the door.
After knocking three times symbolically, he pushed the door open and entered.
It was so late, and no one except President Feng would run into her room randomly.
Qianxun bit his lip and subconsciously leaned closer to the window. He made up his mind to stay still and let him find someone by himself.
He interrupted her meditation, and some strange thoughts passed by in an instant. It was even more difficult to enter the wonderful state that just appeared.
He pursed his lips and remained silent, quietly sulking alone.
Fengxing, no matter what, is no longer the same as before.
That day, he arbitrarily took her away from the banquet. Until now, she has not had the chance to call her senior brother to report that she was safe.
He obviously did it on purpose. He kept pestering her and didn't give her a chance to go back to get the phone. Later, he just cut it off and brought her here. It was called a vacation. In fact, he couldn't tell what he was holding.
What kind of thoughts do you have?
Sometimes cold and hot, sometimes near and sometimes far away, she thought, he must be the ever-changing Gemini.
The footsteps got closer and closer, and he seemed to have realized that she was not in bed, and began to search in the room. The lights suddenly brightened, and the distant scenery became dim. She was suddenly pulled back to reality, and the hour hand pointed to one o'clock in the morning.
, and there was a menacing man in her bedroom.
The instinctive fear of fashion overcomes all negative emotions.
She lay dormant in the dark, pretending that she was a wall, a painting, a piece of transparent glass, or a thick curtain, trying to blend in with everything around her.
This is a method taught to her by her senior brother. If used properly, the effect is quite good.
She carefully controlled her breathing rate, imagining that if Feng Xing couldn't find her, he would probably give up and exit the door, instead of forcing himself to stay in her bedroom during such an ambiguous period of time.
The curtains opened with a roar.
The soft light pierced the dense darkness.
Qianxun stupidly raised his eyes and looked into the man's cold eyes, completely stunned.
Well, it was found easily, it didn't even take a minute.
Is it because her concealment skills are too poor to deceive anyone, or is it because he is too shrewd and cunning to even miss such a blind spot, and wants to catch her with all his heart.
"You don't want to sleep on the bed, but you still want to climb through the window, Qianqian, you are so naughty." He picked her up and muttered to her calmly, but the tangled arms were clearly tense with rage, and the muscles were bunched up.
It penetrated through the thin pajamas and clung to her weak body.
"Master Feng...you...it's very late, haven't you gone to bed yet?" She asked softly, not daring to move, and stayed close to his arms.
"I'm afraid you won't be used to the new environment, so I came here to take a look." He walked to the bed and gently put her down.
"I'm fine, thank you, good night." Like a clever little snake, she got into the quilt, hiding only her eyes. "Master Feng, I wish you a good dream."