"Well, it's just a resemblance." Xiao Zichen replied coldly and looked away.
From Liang Siluo's point of view, Xiao Zichen's words seemed to be of no use. So she didn't take Zhan Fengling seriously.
If she had known that the image Xiao Zichen was talking about was not referring to the wind and snow, she might not be so unconcerned about Zhan Feng Chime.
"By the way, are you going to the birthday party in a few days? If you go, I will go with you. There are several business partners I can introduce to you. They are all the ones I think are more reliable." Liang Si
Luo cleverly turned the topic back to work.
As for the birthday party she was talking about, it was actually Feng Xue's birthday party.
Feng Xue turned twenty and there was going to be a big celebration, so all the celebrities they knew would go there. Liang Siluo thought that from a professional point of view, they should not be absent from this birthday party.
Xiao Zichen also thought so, and Xiao Zichen went there because he wanted to commemorate the wind chime. He temporarily used that face as a substitute memorial.
"Okay." A low-mellow and magnetic voice came out of the throat, just like the sound of a cello, which was very comfortable to listen to.
Liang Siluo smiled, nodded and said, "Okay, then we have made an appointment. Let's go together."
They're talking about the birthday party here, and they're talking about it over there too.
It's just that the purpose is different.
"It's the 20th birthday of Feng Xue, the eldest lady of the Feng family, in three days. I need a female companion. Can you and Zhan Yue come together?" Murong Che asked gently, without any intention of forcing him. He was just soliciting Zhan Yue.
Opinions of wind chimes.
Zhan Fengling was stunned for a moment, then he had a flash of inspiration, then nodded and said: "Okay. Anyway, I have nothing to do."
But the only thing is, it seems that her birthday is also on that day.
In fact, she had never celebrated her birthday. When she came to Zhan's house, she had no memory. The Zhan family regarded the day when she entered Zhan's house as her birthday.
She gets a headache every time she thinks about her birthday. The Zhan family doesn't want her to feel uncomfortable, so they discuss with her not to celebrate her birthday, but they prepare gifts as usual.
"Then it's agreed, I'll send someone to pick you up in three days. Zhan Yue will be handed over to another guy." Murong Che curled his lips and smiled elegantly and gentlemanly.
His intention was very clear, he wanted to be the one to assist this time.
Zhan Fengling nodded and ate some more snacks.
Soon, there was no food on the table except foie gras.
Murong Che finally realized that Feng Ling didn't like eating foie gras.
He reached over and brought the foie gras in front of Feng Ling to him, slowly cut it open with a knife, and then gently brought it to Feng Ling's mouth.
This kind of action is actually very ambiguous.
The wind chime coughed lightly, tilted its head back and avoided it for a moment, "Mr. Murong, is this inappropriate?"
Murong Che said nothing, the foie gras on his fork was still in front of Feng Chime's mouth.
He naturally knew that such an ambiguous gesture was inappropriate for the first official meeting, but he wanted to hear the truth from Zhan Fengling.
She didn't have to hide her preferences in front of him. That was what he wanted.
Zhan Fengling didn't react at first, until her eyes met the man's and she saw the little starlight in the man's deep eyes, she finally understood.
After laughing softly, Zhan Fengling put his hand on his forehead, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a little pride: "Yes, you are right, I really don't like eating foie gras."
"But the information shows that you like to eat foie gras." Murong Che didn't mean to accuse her, he simply wanted to ask her why.