The rich and powerful: the first lady of Mo Shao

Chapter 57 The feeling of dreaming

"On your head," the man replied.

Leng Yan looked at the top of his head, the blue sky, and thought, big brother, are you kidding me!
"The eighteenth floor of this building." The man pointed to the highest place.

Leng Yan raised his head, and could only see rows of glass walls, and occasionally some shaking figures, which were not very real.

She walked into this building, there were instructions in the elevator room, and the eighteenth floor corresponded to Canya Restaurant.

The elevator door was moved away, and the all-glass design made Leng Yan stand in it, not daring to look down. It was obviously going up, but she always felt like she had fallen into the [-]th floor of hell.

And Mo Qing, who was waiting up there, was like the King of Yama, a single word could make her panic.

The elevator stopped on the [-]th floor, the door opened slowly, and as he walked out of the elevator, he heard a friendly voice from beside him, "Excuse me, is this Miss Leng?"

Leng Yan looked up and saw a tall foreign beauty, wearing a small red dress, her legs were very slender and straight.

"En." Leng Yan nodded lightly, and the foreign beauty stretched her right hand forward gracefully, "Please come with me."

Leng Yan followed behind, completely covered by the foreign beauty who was wearing high heels and was almost 1 meters tall.The foreign beauty stopped walking, lowered her head coldly, and almost bumped into her.

"Mr. Mo, Miss Leng is here."

The foreign beauty retreated to the side, and said coldly that her whole body was revealed in front of Mo Qing. Today she wore a skirt that Mrs. Li prepared for her last time. The mermaid skirt made her look particularly slim.

Mo Qing is wearing a light blue linen shirt today, the cuffs are slightly raised ~, neat and elegant, he is sitting in front of such a unique dining table, with a transparent floor-to-ceiling window behind him, showing a sense of dignity and extraordinary .

The long table covered with a light yellow tablecloth was filled with all kinds of exquisite food in advance.Mo Qing turned his face, and gestured to the foreign beauty with his eyes. The foreign beauty folded her hands, half hooked her head, and retreated.

Looking up is a gorgeous and bright wall lamp, looking down is a carpet surrounded by flowers, and listening to the slowly flowing piano music, I feel coldly that my brain is dying, making it so grand, it's not a marriage proposal, it's just a confession!
But, thinking of Mo Qing confessing to her, it's really not a funny joke.

Now, standing in this place where the lamp wall is brilliant, looking at the table full of Western-style meals, even if we break up, I feel coldly that I am not at a disadvantage!

"Do you want me to invite you?" Mo Qing still had that indifferent expression, but after he finished speaking, he stood up and pulled away the chair beside him, which really surprised Leng Yan.

Leng Yan sat on the chair that Mo Qing had pulled out, and the two of them were at a ninety-degree angle. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could feel Mo Qing's scorching gaze on her face.

"You are very beautiful today." Mo Qing suddenly praised her, his tone was still light, as if talking about "the weather is very good today".

"Thank you!" Leng Yan sat on the chair, feeling even more disturbed by his seemingly inadvertent praise - the only time he praised her for being beautiful was in the coffee shop where she worked, at that time, she was praised so badly Scarlet, but she didn't expect that all this was just a trap.

The slight shaking of the knife and fork sounded in the ear, it was Mo Qing who was seriously dividing the meal, which should have been done by the waiter, but he did it himself.

Mo Qing pushed the plate to the side of Leng Yan, and tapped the table lightly with his slender fingers, "Doesn't it feel good to be dreaming?"

"Huh?" Leng Yan looked up, Mo Qing's face was suddenly far away, and the voice made her feel very illusory.But she regained her composure, the distance between Mo Qing and her was less than one meter, and the tip of her nose could smell the familiar fragrance that was close at hand.

He said... the feeling of dreaming?

(End of this chapter)