The footsteps were getting closer and closer to Qianxun, and she held her breath in shock, thinking that he had already discovered her hiding place.
He was face to face with her, separated only by a carved wardrobe door.
Qianxun was terrified every second, fearing that he would break in at any time, grab her, and expose her to the light.
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement.
Just before she could bear the unbearable feeling of depression, footsteps finally sounded again, and she walked out of the bedroom unhurriedly.
Finally left.
God bless, there will be no danger.
She patted her chest silently, slowly regained her breath, moved her numb hands and feet, and wanted to open the closet and sneak away quietly.
Unexpectedly, she had just moved, and the footsteps that were leaving suddenly rushed back.
The closet door suddenly opened, and a burst of fresh air-conditioning poured in mercilessly.
Unprepared, she met those blue-black eyes as cold as icebergs.
Xingfeng? No, he is Fengxing, the president of the Feng Group. He has a double-faced relationship with her. Every time he is shocked, he is listed as the number one person on her blacklist of refusing to interact with him.
She never imagined that the person lingering outside the closet would be him.
Fengxing's eyes swept over the closet, and he was stunned. Inside the closet, curled up, wearing only a bathrobe, with long hair shawl, and exposed snowy shoulders, Qianxun was both sexy and innocent.
How could she be here again? Dressed like this, hiding in the closet, under the dim light, she looked like a frightened deer, with timid eyes, just like how he remembered her, still so easily frightened.
He didn't have time to think too much, so he squeezed into the closet. There wasn't much space in the first place, and he was unusually tall. The two of them were almost pressed against each other.
Qianxun opened her mouth, and Feng Xing covered it with her big hands to stop her from screaming.
"Quiet!" His tone was calm, and he said two words gently. No threat is better than a threat.
She was indeed obedient, or maybe she was frightened. She leaned helplessly in his arms, her cheeks were red, and she didn't dare to move. She tried her best to protect her chest with her two little hands, for fear that the bathrobe that covered her body would come out again.
error.
"Good girl, why are you here?" He seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness of the last meeting, stroking her hair repeatedly, his eyes exuding a strange light, extremely gentle.
Qianxun shivered inexplicably.
She carefully shrank back to the innermost part of the closet, but unfortunately she still couldn't escape from his arms, "I...my clothes were dirty, and I wanted to borrow the washing machine in the guest room, but the owner was not there, so I finished washing it halfway.
, when I heard the footsteps, I wanted to come in and hide for a while, Mr. Feng, did you decide on this room?"
He looked at her with a half-smile, his eyes calm, as if he was studying the credibility of her words.
On his engagement day with the little witch, she appeared again. Is it really such a coincidence?
In other words, this is another good show written and directed by Miss Tang, using her as bait to lure him into taking the bait.
However, such a guess seems unreasonable. Coming here was purely a spur-of-the-moment move. He didn't even guess it beforehand. Tang Yue probably didn't have such great powers to arrange for Qianxun here first.