I dressed as a black lotus goddess

Chapter 83 Remembering when I was young, youth is so good

After chatting with Director Liu, he replied to Tong Xiaoyue, and it was almost eleven o'clock.

As a female star who always takes good care of her face, Zheng Ling lay on the bed.

She usually falls asleep when she touches the pillow, but today it was rare for her to think about it before going to bed.

I did a business today, and it seems that there is no loss, but thinking about it... maybe it is still a little loss.

The night is so beautiful that it hides the shyness of the day.

It's really a bit of a loss, Feng Xian's person is really too tasteful.

If it was in the last days, if she met such a man, she might even spend spar to enjoy this man who relied on her aesthetics.

But now he signed a weird contract out of nowhere, leaving the relationship that might have progressed to a deeper level in such a pure state.

It will be difficult to meet such heavenly vegetables in the future.

But after thinking about it, although I can't get it, I can often see it.

You might get tired of watching too much.

Forget it, don't want these long-term things, let's turn on the light and go to bed first.

On the other side, like Zheng Ling, there was another person who was thinking about life in the dark and cold night.

On a very cold day, Feng Xian was leaning on the balcony on the second floor, wearing a thin shirt with the buttons on his chest slightly unbuttoned, and the bluetooth in his ears was making noise. He looked up and drank some red wine.

Because of the wind, the wine red liquid was not very obedient, it floated out of the cup and stained Feng Xian's shirt.

There is a little red in the white of the eyes, the man is confusing, but that's all.

"Brother, Brother Feng! Please, don't do this!"

"It's just a drink of red wine, don't be so coquettish, okay?"

The noisy voice from the Bluetooth headset broke the atmosphere at the moment.

Feng Xian let out an oh, put the wine glass on the terrace, and entered the room with his mobile phone.

The screen shook a few times, and there was a voice next to my ear: "Hey, Brother Feng, seeing you walking back and forth, I think those little girls have written a sentence correctly. If you want to skateboard on my brother's abs, you must be very energetic." .”

"Ugly."

"... Tsk, that's wrong, bro! I'm wretched, and you're so angry~" Xu Yuzhong laughed heartily. He is over twenty-eight years old, and he speaks pure Mandarin with a young student's voice, "But Brother Feng, why did you suddenly start chatting with me today?"

"I want to find some feeling."

"?" The man in the video suddenly showed a terrified expression, "Looking for me? Oh, brother, you are so scary~"

Feng Xian sneered, and glanced at him, "Among us, you are the only one who hasn't changed. Listening to you, I feel like I went back more than ten years ago."

It seems that he has suddenly returned to the rebellious period. Speaking of rebellion, Feng Xian was really a rebellious person when he was young.

In Sijiu City, there is no such a bullshit and arrogant stubborn master.

When he was young, he hung out with a few boys in the courtyard, all of whom were not stingy, and belonged to a problem boy who hated dogs and didn't do evil things but made trouble everywhere.

Feng Xian was very angry at that moment.

He is the most irritating person in the crowd, and he is used to harsh words.

Later... many of us had troubles at home, and most of the troubled teenagers were forced to grow up.

Feng Xian was also a member of the group who had been brought up. He was still trembling for the first two years, devoted himself to studying hard for the next two years, and returned from studying abroad in a few years to take over the company.

Enterprises need strict and self-disciplined bosses.

Shareholders want executive CEOs who look credible.

Feng Xian tried his best to provoke the leader, and within a few years, from the appearance and behavior, he became the president.

Only occasionally, chatting with former friends in the dead of night when no one knows.

(End of this chapter)