The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

Feng Xuan was still holding the mobile phone in his hand, when he turned his head away, he was taken aback for a moment, his dark eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist: "Senior brother?" How could it be him?

"Yeah." Tang Yan walked over naturally, lowered his head slightly, looked at the lazy person in front of him who was different from working, and said with a deep smile, "Isn't it cold if you wear so little?"

Feng Xuan put the phone in his pocket and didn't take out his hands, just looking at him with black eyes.

The distance between the two is not too close, but it gives people an unspeakable ambiguity.

A long street, with the same outstanding appearance and height, can easily cause commotion around. [

"Let's go, don't keep those girls waiting." Tang Yan was dressed in a well-crafted black suit, even standing in the crowd, it was hard to conceal his elegance and luxury.

Feng Xuan glanced at him indifferently, then retracted his gaze, put his hands in his coat pockets, habitually buried his pointed chin in the scarf, and walked forward casually.

Tang Yan looked at the back of the child, wondering if he was angry or not?

Logically speaking, in this situation, everyone would be a little annoyed.

Unless...he doesn't care about his identity at all!

Tang Yan threw away the cigarette in his hand, and for the first time, there was no smile on his face, only stern, cold eyes, thin upper lip pursed into a line, thick eyebrows, high nose bridge, profile The outline of the Adam's apple quivering is like a sigh again.

The two entered the milk tea shop one after the other, and the girls were so excited that they didn't know what to say. They each posted meager messages with their mobile phones, which attracted a lot of reposts on the Internet.

Tang Yan and Xiao Ziteng have met before, but they don't know Tang Yan's real name.

At this time, Xiao Ziteng's eyes were shining brightly. He walked up to Tang Yan and called out crisply: "Brother Xuanyuan, where shall we go next?"

"Mei Xiaoshou hasn't come yet!" the planning girl reminded him.

Tang Yan raised his thin lips, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "He can't spare the time now, so he will meet up with everyone at night."

"Oh oh oh." The planning girl secretly took a look at Feng Xuan, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Feng Xuan was standing there with a straw in his mouth, his sideways face looked more handsome than ever...

Seven or eight people can't stand in the milk tea shop with such big eyes and small eyes. The girls suggested to go for a stroll first. After all, it is also an old alley in Beijing city, with a strong Beijing flavor. The shops are one after another, and there are many Chinese people. There are more foreigners and countless features of the imperial capital.

Feng Xuan followed behind them, his eyes were very calm, he didn't know what he was thinking in his head, as if he was thinking about something, he picked up a small ancient porcelain gadget, and played with it in his hand, before putting it down, he blocked the way...

"Don't buy it?" Tang Yan's deep voice could easily make people sleepy.

Feng Xuan also yawned as expected, stretched his waist lazily: "The thing is fake."

"Oh? Really? Show me." Tang Yan lowered his body with a smile.

Feng Xuan never thought that he would suddenly reach out and hold his hand...[

Here, Tang Yan didn't care how unreasonable his actions were at this time, or that he was doing it on purpose. He held the ancient porcelain and looked around before letting go of Feng Xuan Weiliang's fingers: "It really is fake."

Feng Xuan looked at him, with his arms folded around his chest, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little, he couldn't tell what it was like...