This night, the wind was sleeping very restlessly.
Between half a dream and half -waking, he always thought that the woman was still in his arms, but his arms were slightly harder, but there was nothing in his arms.
After a surprise, it turned out to be awake, and the cold sweat was covered.
Sitting up, he thought about Xia Yu Orange in the darkness. He wanted to grab the phone several times to call her, and he held back again.
He lifted the quilt upset, just walked out of the bedroom in a thin pajamas, pulled the door fan outside, and a cold wind suddenly came, and the ice was cold.
The wind was unknowingly, and came to the corridor, watching the small courtyard covered with thick layer of white snow in the night. He frowned slightly in the night.
Can't sleep.
After hearing the movement, Zhu Yan and Muzi rushed over for the first time.
After Feng Yan heard their footsteps, he waved irritably and said, "Go, go! It's okay!"
He stood there, the tall body stood straight. The silent night could not cover his powerful aura and excellent momentum.
"Adults, the weather is cold, please take care of your body!" Zhu Yan saw only a thin pajamas on Fengye, so he carefully persuaded.
"Show!" Feng Yan snorted coldly, turned into the house, soon, he came out again, and there was an additional cigarette in his hand.
Seeing this, Muzi hurried to enter the house and took a ashtray for him, and gently put it at his feet.
"Let's go!" Feng Yan frowned, sucking, and rare fatigue. The handsome face was a little lonely and desolate than usual.
Zhu Yan and Muzi had no choice but to leave.
After taking a few steps, Zhu Yan signaled that Muzi left, but he was hidden in the dark part of the corridor. He looked at the lonely figure in the dim light from a distance.
The lonely figure reminded Zhu Yan that many years ago, the adult Feng He of the previous generation was like this. He often stood alone under the corridor at night.
Feng He is for Xu Qingyou, and Fengyu is for Xia Yu Orange, all for women. According to the rules of the Feng family, this situation does not allow existence.
Snow is still down, like a jade butterfly dancing, hovering in the north wind.
On the sky, there is a hint of light, and the new day is about to begin again.
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A busy scene in the GS building of Kyoto, every department is busy with the work of the hands.
With the return of Fengyu, the president's office on the top of the building ushered in its long -lost owner.
"General Feng, the video conference has been ready." Secretary Song Yuanai because he understood English and Japanese, so before the wind came, he came to get familiar with the working environment in advance.
"Hmm! Start!" Feng Yan sat on the sofa in front of the TV screen, feeling a little headache.
In the video conference, the person in charge of various places made a detailed report on the current work and the company's profitability.
Feng Yan really wants to listen with clear ideas as before, but he found himself who has always been public and private, and he was depressed today. Many reports, he couldn't listen to it. He only saw the executives on the screen.
And he didn't listen to anything in his ears.
For the first time, he brought his personal emotions to work.
After the reports of various executives, Swallow Qing was even more refreshingly added to show off his happy life.