Mr.president, you are too gentle

Cheng shaozhao didn't seem to notice the eyes on his face, and didn't pay any attention to Fu's small thanks. He just opened his mouth directly.

"Can you stand up and walk?"

Pulling his thoughts back, Fu Xiaoxiao looked embarrassed: "my back clothes are torn, I'm afraid to stand up..."

Before he finished, there was a sense of emptiness. At the moment of a flower, Fu Xiaoxiao had been held horizontally by Cheng shaozhao from the cold ground. The breath of the other party was more obviously introduced into his breath. He could just clearly see his sharp side face. The bridge of his nose was high and his thin lips were slightly pursed. The distance between the two people was very close. Fu Xiaoxiao's cheeks were inexplicably hot again.

Cheng shaozhao seemed to be very ordinary. There was no change in his face. He took Fu Xiaoxiao directly to the backstage lounge. There was only a sound of surprise and speculation behind him.

Of course, well-informed people have recognized that the person who will be taken away by Fu Xiaoxiao is the executive director who will take office in China headquarters from next week.

Is it not enough for the new executive director to come forward personally to save the United States?

However, the two people involved did not pay attention to those discussions at this time.

Put Fu Xiaoxiao on the sofa and sit down. Cheng shaozhao straightens up. The muscle lines under the black shirt are faint. He slightly lowers his head and faces Fu Xiaoxiao's four eyes. There is a trace of doubt in the bottom of his eyes.

It's that faint sense of familiarity again.

But the face in front of me can't overlap with the memory in my mind. It's just the temperament of the other party. It seems to be familiar with a casual moment, like a good friend for many years.

An inexplicable sense of anxiety filled his mind. Cheng shaozhao turned his eyes, stopped looking at Fu Xiaoxiao, and left the backstage without saying another word.

He was still thinking about how to speak. Seeing Cheng shaozhao, he left. Fu Xiaoxiao was stunned. Then, his stiff back relaxed, and a great sense of loss surged into his heart.

Did he recognize her.

The weight of Cheng shaozhao's coat also came from his shoulder. Fu's little fingers were twisted together, and a self mocking smile overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

What are you looking forward to? Even if you recognize yourself, there won't be any change, will there? The gap between the two people is too big now. It is impossible to be good friends like when I was a child. Cheng shaozhao can't recognize himself. Instead, he is better, avoiding greater embarrassment.

Anyway, it's humiliating enough to fall off the stage.

My thoughts haven't gone far, and other models have returned to the backstage one after another. Fu Xiaoxiao gave way. First, he went to the fitting room, changed the fuse of everything tonight - the ill fitting and exposed skirt, took it in his hand, looked at it, and threw it away discouraged.

He said there was nothing to look forward to, but the thought in his mind was still uncontrollable.

If you take the initiative to recognize Cheng shaozhao, maybe he is not as cold and cruel as you think? Otherwise he wouldn't have done it when he was so embarrassed.

The memory flashed back to the moment when Cheng shaozhao put his coat on his shoulder, and the exclamations in his ears when he was picked up by the princess. He clenched his small thin fingers, and his cheeks couldn't help blushing.

I don't know if it's a coincidence. Cheng shaozhao was the one who saved himself in an embarrassing time.

With a slight sigh, Fu Xiaoxiao picked up the changed skirt and Cheng shaozhao's suit coat, opened the door of the fitting room, and there were other models waiting to change the displayed fashion outside.