Seeing the light in Wan Qianqian's eyes, the old president smiled and nodded and praised: "He is indeed very charming. As a junior, he is one of the few top talents I recognize. If any woman is lucky enough to be his wife, she will definitely be happy for the rest of her life with him."

Wan Qianqian suddenly blushed. She was young and had a thin skin, but her mind was involuntarily constructed a beautiful picture. The morning breeze raised the curtains, and she pushed open the door and saw the man opening his hands to him.

Perhaps it is an artist who always has a rich imagination. As long as she thinks good things can usually form more perfect works in her mind.

"Miss Wan, I'm not kidding. I know you are a very hardworking and talented girl, but you should know the mission you shoulder this time. You are for your grandfather to repay my kindness, also for your life's happiness, and for the stability and peace of the country. In short, this matter is very urgent. I hope you must pay attention to it. Ling Mofeng is a person with a cold relationship with the opposite sex. You have to think about how you want to attract his attention!" After saying that, the old president turned around and left. He felt that Wan Qianqian was smart enough to understand the meaning of his words.

Of course Wan Qianqian is smart, and she is very emotional, so she is naturally very good at attracting men.

She poured herself another glass of red wine, gently shaking the wine in the glass. When she smiled at the corner of her mouth, a pair of cute little pear nests appeared and made her beauty add a little playfulness.

This time she was an internationally famous oil painter attracted by the country. Next, she had an important job to contact. There were several newly added reception rooms in the General Office Building. On the wall of the reception room, she needed to use oil paintings to bring several famous domestic attractions to the walls. She also officially took on this job. She expected that she would stay in the General Office for work in the next three months. Will there be fewer opportunities to get close to Ling Mofeng?

Moreover, her art exhibition this time represents a glory in China, and Ling Mofeng will definitely come to visit with her breasts. At that time, she only needs to apply some subtle plans and attract the man's attention first is the most important part.

The plan was arranged step by step, carefully and hidden. Except for a few important ministers around the old president, basically no one knew what the plan was going on this time.

Wan Qianqian and Gao Yue, two extremely outstanding women, came to their goals and dreams. They are also very smart and know how to use this opportunity to find a better future for themselves.

It's night!

The winter snow has been falling for a day, and the north wind outside the window is blowing, and the chill is rolling up, making hair stand on.

"Blow the window open, I'll go, what kind of wind is blowing, the demonic wind!" Lan Yanxi took a shower and felt that the corridor in the house was so cold. She tightened her wide male nightgown and ran towards the end of the corridor in small steps. She saw a window blown by the wind swaying in the wind, making a sound.

Lan Yanxi found that she was familiar with every corner of the house. She was so depressed that she clearly did not belong to her home, but she had already become familiar with it.

I couldn't help but resent that man, a thief, is that that's all.

Lan Yanxi reached out and pulled the window back hard in the cold wind. She could only pull it hard with the cold air of snow in the cold wind.

Clang!

The window shoulder couldn't bear her violence and it broke!

"No, it's indeed an old house, so I can only accept gentle treatment!" Lan Yanxi looked down at the broken glass fragments, which had fallen.

"Forget it, ignore it!" Lan Yanxi tightened his cold arms and ran towards the room like a kitten preparing for winter.

When she ran to the stairs, she suddenly heard footsteps and her mind buzzed.

It's so late, why are there still footsteps coming from under the stairs?

Lan Yanxi instinctively reached out and turned on all the lights at the stairs. He saw a tall figure standing at the spiral stairs, a thick black long windbreaker, making the man's figure even more erect. He put his hands in his pockets and was looking up at her with a smile.

"Ling Mofeng?" Lan Yanxi couldn't believe his eyes. It was almost twelve o'clock now, so why did this man come here?

"It's so late, why haven't you sleep?" Ling Mofeng was also surprised when he saw her.

"I...I'm going to go to bed. Your window is broken. You can find someone to come here to repair it tomorrow. The wind makes me so cold!" Lan Yanxi subconsciously pulled his collar tightly and complained like a young wife.

Ling Mofeng continued to pick up the steps and soon stood in front of her. Even if the man stepped on the last step, his height was still much taller than her, but the sight of the two people could at least be on the same level.

"You... how could you come here?" Lan Yanxi looked at his face with beautiful eyes, and suddenly was shocked by his burning eyes. He quickly lowered his head, avoided his gaze, and asked softly.

"I'll come here to get the things!" The man also whispered.

This sentence seemed to be even more cool than the cold wind squeezing in from the window. Lan Yanxi raised his eyes and glared at him with some resentment, then let out a faint sound, turned around and went back to her room to sleep in beauty.

He didn't come here for her, so why did she waste time with him?

Ling Mofeng actually said such words on purpose to anger her. Sure enough, she still looked so cute when she was angry.

Seeing her turning around and leaving, the man's handsome eyes flashed with a hurricane, and he immediately reached out and gently pulled her wrist. Lan Yanxi was weak, and when the man pulled her like this, she took two steps back and directly pressed it into the man's warm and solid arms.

"You..." Lan Yanxi felt a silence in his heart, and was suddenly gently hugged by him, and his eyes widened in shock.

The man bent over slightly, put his thin lips against her shoulders, and murmured: "Things are secondary, you are the key to my coming!"

"Do you think I'll be happy like this? In your eyes, I can never compare to your job." Lan Yanxi was so happy, but his little mouth was very stubborn and didn't want him to feel comfortable.

"Yan Xi, do you miss me?" Ling Mofeng was reluctant to use such precious time to quarrel with her. Every minute, he just wanted to feel her tenderness and reality.

"Why do I miss you? I have a lot of things to think about, I don't have time to think about..." Before Lan Yanxi finished speaking, her body was pulled over by the man's hands. Her beautiful eyes and a pair of deep eyes unexpectedly met. The man's eyes were as deep as the ocean, mysterious. She was so lost that she forgot what she was going to say, so she could only stare at him blankly.

"Can't you even think about me after a little time? It seems that I still have no place in your heart." The man's voice was low, with a slight depression.

Lan Yanxi's inexplicable cheeks became hot, and her heartbeat also accelerated. She bit her lower lip nervously, continued to avoid his gaze, and whispered: "Even if I miss you and you can't come, what can I do? I can't stare at the road outside the window like a fool."

The man couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard her complaining voice. His fingers gently adjusted the strands of her long hair falling down: "Okay, I will try my best to come to see you. No matter how late, as long as I feel I can come."

"Really?" Lan Yanxi's beautiful eyes lit up in an instant. I don't know why, she believed every word the man said. It's so strange. When did she trust this man so much?

"Really!" the man answered firmly.

"Okay, will you still leave later?" Lan Yanxi asked softly.
Chapter completed!