Although the time in the Central Continent is not long, it is full of primitive tension, and there are risks and crises everywhere, unlike in China, where there is peace and calm everywhere. Ling Qingfeng's state of mind was between the two worlds, and he had some new insights.

Looking at the traffic on the street, as well as the endless stream of people, everyone was busy running for life, Ling Qingfeng suddenly remembered a person, a woman he had been subconsciously unwilling to face.

"Zhang Xiaomeng, where is she? Is she doing well? That money-hungry little girl is now a professional journalist, what will her life be like? ”

Ling Qingfeng picked up his mobile phone, hesitated for a long time, and finally pulled out the long-lost phone number.

"Hey! Hello! I'm Zhang Xiaomeng, who are you? Xiao Meng's familiar voice came from the phone.

"Uh, it's me! I'm in Jingshi, where are you? Ling Qingfeng replied.

"Ahh I'm also in Beijing, and I'm interviewing at the International Culture Hotel, where are you? There was a hint of panic in Zhang Xiaomeng's voice.

"I'll come to you! I know that place. After Ling Qingfeng finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally time to meet! Ling Qingfeng put away his mobile phone, and his thoughts were suddenly drawn back to the rose courtyard at that time.

That sunny morning, the bright girl greeting the roses, are you okay?

Half an hour later, Ling Qingfeng arrived at the International Culture Hotel Building in the downtown area.

Ling Qingfeng remembered that he had been here once, and this building seemed to be the property of the Lan Group, and the Blue Emperor had brought everyone here before.

According to the content of the text message sent by Zhang Xiaomeng. Ling Qingfeng found the rooftop garden bar on the 16th floor of the hotel.

This garden bar is also a well-known place in Kyoto, which is different from ordinary bars. It is also open during the day, and the consumption inside is on the high side. Usually it is a small young man who brings his friends to sit down.

Today it was obviously booked, and there were two more rows of security guards at the entrance to the garden bar to block the entry of idlers and others.

However, if Ling Qingfeng wanted to enter, these security guards were useless, and he passed through the entrance with a slight flick.

For them, it was a collective blink of an eye, and they couldn't detect Ling Qingfeng at all.

There are three rows of white seats in the garden bar, and a small podium in the middle, as if someone is preparing for an event like a press conference.

Ling Qingfeng saw Zhang Xiaomeng at a glance. She sat in the front row of the media seat, looking well-behaved.

Striding forward, Ling Qingfeng sat next to Zhang Xiaomeng very casually.

For this uninvited guest who came suddenly, Zhang Xiaomeng glanced at him, lowered his head, and couldn't help but take another look.

Zhang Xiaomeng felt very surprised, with her professionalism, it was naturally not difficult to see that this young man who suddenly sat next to him was not a reporter, because his temperament was very special. How to describe it? This kind of temperament has only been seen in the Taoist monks who are detached from all the distractions of the world.

And the dust aura on his body is deeper than the Taoist monks he has seen, but his appearance is a delicate young man. These two completely different contrasts made Zhang Xiaomeng can't help but have a serious curiosity about this boy.

That's when it happened. A tall male reporter walked over, first glanced at Ling Qingfeng, who was sitting next to Zhang Xiaomeng, very vigilantly, and then leaned down. said in a gentle and greasy voice: "Xiaomeng, do you want something to drink?" Shall I get you a glass of blueberry juice? ”

Zhang Xiaomeng showed a very professional smile. He shook his head and said, "Thank you!" No more! ”

The tall male reporter smiled slightly. was about to sit next to Zhang Xiaomeng.

"Wu Yu, I'm sorry, I have a friend coming over, can you sit in the back?" Zhang Xiaomeng blurted out.

The male reporter named Wu Yu had a stagnant expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Okay! I'll sit in the back and call me if there's something!" ”

Zhang Xiaomeng was very nervous to guard the vacant seat on the left, for fear that someone would sit over, and looked at the door of the rooftop garden from time to time, trying to find out the huge figure of that person.

After less than two minutes, the male reporter named Wu Yu who was sitting behind Zhang Xiaomeng leaned his head again, pretended to be very humorous, and said with a smile: "Xiaomeng, haven't you been waiting for your friend yet?" The press conference is about to begin! Why don't I sit down, and I'll give him a seat when your friend comes! ”

Before Zhang Xiaomeng could answer, another group of media reporters poured in from the entrance, they didn't know what to be humble, they sat down when they saw their seats, and soon the media seats were full.

Zhang Xiaomeng still couldn't keep the seat next to her, and was sat down by a fat aunt with a whole body of flesh, and even the seat was squeaked.

Ling Qingfeng sat in his position calmly, because his dusty temperament was so outstanding, so no one dared to harass him, not even talking.

Zhang Xiaomeng took out her mobile phone and wanted to muster up the courage to call someone, but there was hesitation on her face. Biting her lip, she finally gave up, but she didn't know that the real body of that person was sitting next to her, and her small movements were all in the spot.

The Wu Yu sitting behind her could also see it clearly, he was a killer figure who read countless women, and he couldn't see that this little girl was moved, and his face became gloomy unconsciously.

"Xiaomeng, your friend shouldn't come! Sometimes people have to know how to forget what they should forget, there is nothing wrong with clinging, but they also have to learn to accept a new life. I am willing to accompany you, listen to you, and be your blue face! ”

Wu Yu leaned most of his body on the back of Zhang Xiaomeng's seat, and made the most gentle and affectionate offensive in his life.

After saying that, he blinked, thinking that he was the most attractive electric eye.

Zhang Xiaomeng was a little annoyed by what he said, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be resting.

At this time, Wu Yu thought that his gentle offensive had achieved a miraculous effect, and the girl's silence is not objecting, and not objecting is acquiescence! In his dictionary, as long as there is a tangled word, no girl will not comply.

Looking at Zhang Xiaomeng's pure side face like a flower bone, Wu Yu, a self-appointed public lover, felt a slight ripple in his heart, and couldn't help but reach out and want to caress her smooth neck.

In Wu Yu's opinion, even if Zhang Xiaomeng is reluctant, but in this kind of public, coupled with the fact that she seems to be very familiar with her just now, in this case, she probably doesn't dare to object, and even if she wants to hide, where can she hide while sitting here.

As for the eyes of others, don't care about it, people still think it's a little couple playing! No one would bother with such a thing.

With Wu Yu's experience of picking up girls, as long as the girl suffers a loss physically, if she is a little weaker, she will accept it, and she will be half-pushed and half-pushed in the future. So he chose to make a trick at this time, and in terms of the level of pickling girls, he is really smart.

At the moment when Wu Yu's fingertips were about to touch Zhang Xiaomeng's neck, he suddenly felt like he was bitten by something.

When he looked closely, it turned out to be the young man sitting on Zhang Xiaomeng's left, staring at himself calmly, and flicked his fingertips lightly.

Wu Yu didn't know how the other party made him feel electrocuted, but he intuitively thought that it was that kid who ruined his good deeds, so he looked at him viciously.

Ling Qingfeng smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently rested it on the back of Zhang Xiaomeng's seat.

His gesture clearly conveyed a message that this was my territory and no one could infringe upon it.

As soon as Wu Yu saw that he hadn't eaten the meat yet, he was almost taken the lead by this kid, so anxious that he suddenly ascended to heaven with one Buddha and two Buddhas, and wanted to scold his mother.

This kid's anger rose from his heart, and he twisted his hand towards Ling Qingfeng's wrist as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Wu Yu has learned the two-handed grappling technique seriously, as soon as the five fingers hit the other party's wrist, his heart was suddenly happy, and he twisted it with enough strength, thinking that he would twist the other party wow, tears and snot came down together, but he found that the other party's wrist did not move at all, as if steel was cast in iron.

Ling Qingfeng flicked his wrist slightly, and easily got rid of the opponent's grappling, he didn't even think about anything like that, because the opponent was too weak!

With Ling Qingfeng's open-mindedness at the moment, compared to the big thing of crossing the two dimensional worlds, this kind of small matter in front of him is simply not trivial.

He just doesn't like to be touched by a man's fingers, just flick it lightly.

But Wu Yu didn't think so, he felt that his face was slammed, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you wait, you look good!" ”

Ling Qingfeng smiled unconsciously and did not respond.

At this time, Zhang Xiaomeng finally noticed the strangeness behind her, because Wu Yu's vicious tone did not avoid her.

Zhang Xiaomeng looked at the two men behind him with a little surprise, and the expression on his face was very helpless.

The falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flowing water unintentionally chases the falling flowers! Although in the hearts of other girls, Wu Yu is a sunny handsome guy who looks good, has a good family background, and knows how to be considerate, but unfortunately there will always be a person living in Zhang Xiaomeng's heart, that person's figure is like a towering mountain, shielding himself from the wind and rain, although he has not appeared for a long time, but Zhang Xiaomeng is willing to wait for him, and has been waiting.

So, these irrelevant men! The competition between them is jealous, blowing a pool of spring water, what are they doing?

"Which media are you from? Do you dare to report a font size? It's useless if you don't say it, my uncle is from the General Bureau, as long as you are in this circle, see if I don't play you to death! Wu Yu continued to talk cruelly, he didn't take advantage of it, and he felt a little hairy in his heart, so he simply tore his face and used the power in the media circle to intimidate the other party.

Zhang Xiaomeng listened to Wu Yu's words, and a trace of unhappiness flashed in her heart.

Wu Yu seems to be gentle, but in essence he is still an arrogant son, relying on an uncle who is in charge of propaganda, his self-aggrandizement is very inflated, and he mutters these words in the back, but it may not be for Zhang Xiaomeng.

Ling Qingfeng was still sitting upright, deaf to the provocation behind him, in fact, he had been thinking about how to find out his identity with Xiao Meng, as for the noisy fly behind him, he really didn't feel at ease. (To be continued.) )