"Really?"

A rebuttal was raised.

"I think there's one person she's definitely not familiar with."

"Who?"

"Mr. Zhao of the 'Zhao' Group......"

"He ......"

"How?"

"Not necessarily, you know? We used to be a piano assistant here, and now I am the piano teacher of Mr. Zhao's son...... Such a good errand, it must have been the boss who helped her find it......"

"So, the relationship between the boss and Mr. Zhao is also very good?"

"Of course......"

The foreman walked over, glanced at them, and whispered a reprimand.

"Do your job, don't chat."

"Yes......"

A few people dispersed.

As soon as Ming Zhan was about to sit down, a red figure quickly floated over and sat opposite him. He didn't raise his head, playing with his phone.

"Bring me a cherry blossom latte...... Oh, and a tiramisu ......."

Ming Zhan frowned, and a chill appeared in his eyes.

"You ......"

Yun Yi was just about to speak, but Ai Tianyi took the lead.

"Xiaoqing?"

"Huh?"

The figure that had already sat down looked up, a hint of surprise on his face.

"Auntie?"

"Xiaoqing, get up quickly!"

The corners of Ai Tianyi's eyes sank, and she whispered to the woman in red.

This person is none other than her niece Ai Qing. An entertainment anchor on Yongcheng TV.

"Why?"

Ai Qing was very puzzled.

"Get up!"

Ai Tianyi reprimanded again.

"Auntie, I love it here. Why don't you go somewhere else? ”

Ai Qing has been spoiled by her family since she was a child, and Ai Tianyi usually responds to her needs. She pouted and said coquettishly to Ai Tianyi.

"Hurry up!"

Ai Tianyi's face sank, walked up to her in high heels, and dragged her up from the chair.

"Ouch, auntie, it hurts ......"

Ai Qing felt pain in her arm and screamed aggrievedly.

Ai Tianyi dragged her behind him and spoke respectfully to Ming Zhan.

"Young Master Ming, I'm sorry. You may be seated ......"

"Huh? Young Master Ming? ”

Ai Qing's eyes flashed, and then she looked towards Ming Zhan.

The man standing in front of her was handsome and noble. He wore a thin dark blue suit with a white shirt underneath. The edge of the neckline on the right side of the shirt is hand-embroidered with the English 'zhan'.

Ai Qing's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise, and she covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Ah...... Aunt...... He is the legendary young master Ming who is so handsome that people and gods are angry?! ”

Yun Yi looked at her exaggerated expression and sneered.

Ming Zhan glanced at him coldly.

"Young master, sit."

Yun Yi hurriedly smiled and spoke.

Ming Zhan grimaced, withdrew his gaze, and sat down.

"Young Master Ming, we are really fated. Or would I invite you today? ”

Ai Qing saw him sit down, walked out from behind Ai Tianyi, pulled up the corners of his mouth, and discharged vigorously at Ming Zhan.

Yun Yi looked at her blinking eyelashes, and goosebumps rose.

"I'm sorry, I want to invite our young master to coffee, I'm afraid you're not qualified enough."

Although he smiled, the sarcasm in his words was like hail, and it smashed into Ai Qing's heart ruthlessly.

"You ......"

Ai Qing can be regarded as a wealthy and celebrity in Yongcheng, and there are many people who usually ask her to dinner. Unexpectedly, people who rejected others in the past were rejected by others today.

"Xiaoqing, you step aside for me."

Ai Tianyi pulled her behind her again, and her tone became even more stern.

"Auntie......"

Ai Qing felt that she had lost face and was very aggrieved.

"If you don't leave, I'll ask your father to stop your card."

Ai Tianyi turned his head, lowered his voice, and said angrily.

"Auntie?"

Ai Qing pouted, and found a new seat to sit down.

"Young Master Ming, I'm sorry. My niece was a little abrupt just now, please forgive me. ”

Ai Tianyi bowed slightly, and apologized to Ming Zhan.

“……”

Ming Zhan didn't say anything, but his brows were furrowed.

Yun Yi walked to the opposite side of Ming Zhan and sat down, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to ease the somewhat tense atmosphere.

"Sister Tianyi, a cup of iced American, a cup of black coffee ......"

"Okay, right away."

Ai Tianyi saw Yun Yiming posing for her to go down the stairs, and quickly nodded in response.

Yun Yi saw her leaving, propped his hands on the table, and whispered to Ming Zhan.

"Young master, I heard that Ai Qing is the female anchor of Yongcheng TV......"

After a pause, he pursed his lips.

"Just like her, I don't know how I was chosen?"

"Young master, that Zhao Qingying is much stronger than her......"

Ming Zhan frowned and glanced at him.

Yun Yi didn't say it, he forgot that there was such a person as Zhao Qingying.

Yun Yi lowered his head, and after answering, he covered his mouth.

"Young Master Ming, do you need anything?"

Ai Tianyi personally brought the coffee over. In the face of Ming Zhan, she showed unprecedented enthusiasm and respect.

"No ...... required"

Ming Zhan turned his head to look out the window, his side face was cold and arrogant.

"Okay, you use it slowly, call me again if you need to."

After Ai Tianyi finished speaking, she turned around and left.

"Auntie......"

Ai Qing, who had been looking at Ming Zhan's table, quickly got up, walked to Ai Tianyi's side, and called her in a low voice.

"You damn girl......"

Ai Tianyi glared at her and walked towards the office.

"Auntie?"

Ai Qing was coquettish and followed.

-

Yongcheng in June is full of flowers.

On the surface of the lake outside the 'Pick Up the Light' café, a lot of broken flowers have fallen. The petals ripple with the blue waves, and finally gather in a corner of the lake.

Ming Zhan retracted his gaze, picked up the coffee cup, and took a sip.

The bitterness entered his throat, and there was a slight wave in his heart.

Drip......

A text message was received on the phone.

When I took it out, it was my fiancée Yu Yin again.

However, this time, she sent not a personal greeting, but a business matter.

[War, the first batch of funds you applied for, the boss has already approved.] I'll transfer it to you within three business days. ]

[I see.] ]

Ming Zhan touched his fingers and replied briefly.

[Battle ...... I miss you so much......]

The other party replied quickly.

Ming Zhan's eyes sank, creases appeared between his eyebrows, and a trace of disgust appeared under his eyes. The mobile phone was thrown on the black walnut dining table.

Yun Yi saw a trace of impatience on his face, and he was guilty in his heart.

"At first glance, it's Miss Yu...... Alas, it's no wonder that Miss Yu is so insecure, our young master is so dazzling......"

"Where is Zhao Qingying now?"

Ming Zhan took two sips of coffee and suddenly asked at Yun Yi.

"She seems to be still on field duty in Cloud City......"

Yun Yi was stunned for a moment, quickly put down the coffee cup in his hand, and replied seriously.

"Cloud City?"

Ming Zhan frowned, and his starry eyes suddenly darkened.

"I want to see her."

"Young Master, what did you say?"

Yun Yi was a little distracted, and he didn't listen to Qingming Zhan's order for a while.

"Arrange for her to join the 'Xiaotian' group."

"Master, you ......"

Yun Yi was stunned, holding the coffee cup tightly with both hands, and looked around. Then he looked at Ming Zhan uneasily and said nervously.

"Young master, you can't take a fancy to her, do you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ming Zhan flew over with a 'cold knife'.

"Young Master, isn't it...... This Zhao Qingying's major doesn't match finance at all, why did you recruit her here? ”

Yun Yi was so nervous that he took two sips of coffee and asked cautiously.

“……”

Ming Zhan glanced at him coldly, pursed his thin lips lightly, and did not give him any explanation.

"Young master, I'll do it right away."

Yun Yi replied helplessly and took out his mobile phone.

……

Time flies.

Three days later.

Sun Mengjiao finished the last bottle of drip and prepared to be discharged from the hospital.

Zhao Zifeng stayed with her in the hospital for three days in a row, except for a trip to the 'Zhao's' group the next morning, and stayed in the hospital the rest of the time.

During this period, all the people who came to visit Sun Mengjiao were blocked out of the ward by him.

Including Zhao Qingying, who rushed back from Cloud City.

When Zhao Qingying came over, Sun Mengjiao happened to be asleep. Zhao Zifeng didn't wake her up, and he didn't tell her afterwards.

Bang bang bang......

The bodyguard walked in and spoke respectfully at Zhao Zifeng.

"Young master, Miss Zhao is here again......"

When Sun Mengjiao heard this, her heart pounded.

The bodyguard's words clearly indicated that Zhao Qingying had been here before.

She couldn't help but raise her eyes and looked at Zhao Zifeng.

"She came to see you yesterday and you fell asleep. I forgot to tell you. ”

Zhao Zifeng's face was calm, and he replied quietly.

"Huh?"

Sun Mengjiao's voice was very soft, but with deep doubts.

Who is he, the financial statements with a lot of data will not be forgotten, how can he forget this.

Obviously, he didn't want Zhao Qingying to meet her.

"Do you want to see her now?"

Zhao Zifeng's eyes lowered and stared at her. The voice is cold and boundless.

"It's rare for her to come back, you shouldn't stop her......"

Sun Mengjiao pursed her lips and whispered.

"You're blaming me?"

Zhao Zifeng looked at her for a long time, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

"How dare I ......"

“……”

Zhao Zifeng looked at her a little embarrassed, smiled, looked away, and said coldly to the bodyguard.

"Let her in."

"Yes, young master."

Not long after the bodyguard went out, Zhao Qingying walked in with a bouquet of flowers.

"Qingying ......"

When Sun Mengjiao saw her, she was the first to speak. At this time, she had already changed into the light-colored long-sleeved floral skirt that Zhao Zifeng brought her, and her literary atmosphere was suddenly revealed.

"Mengjiao, are you ready to be discharged from the hospital?"

Zhao Qingying's steps were so heavy that she walked towards her, her eyelids were a little red and swollen.

"Well, yes......"

Sun Mengjiao smiled and nodded. Her long hair was casually draped, covering the wound on the back of her head. The whole person looks pretty good.

"Mengjiao, I'm sorry, I should have come back early to accompany your ......"

Zhao Qingying looked at her, and her eyes began to redden.

No one could understand her complicated feelings at the moment. Once upon a time, they were friends who shared adversity and suffering. Now, it's starting to be a little strange......

"I'll wait for you outside."

Zhao Zifeng stood aside and looked at them, his face as silent as water. Stretched out his hand, pulled a strand of hair hanging down his forehead behind his ear for Sun Mengjiao, and said coldly.

Such an intimate action not only made Sun Mengjiao's cheeks flush with shame, but also surprised Zhao Qingying.

The relationship between these two ......

"Good ......"

Sun Mengjiao blushed and responded softly.

"Don't talk for too long, Haohao is still waiting for you at home."

At the end, Zhao Zifeng said to her again. The somewhat doting tone made Zhao Qingying stunned and froze in place.

"Hmmm......"

Sun Mengjiao didn't look at Zhao Zifeng, but hoped that he would leave early.

Zhao Zifeng walked out with two big paper bags.

"Qingying ......"

Sun Mengjiao watched him leave, and then looked at Zhao Qingying, who was a little petrified, again.

"Mengjiao, you ......"

Zhao Qingying subconsciously blurted out a question.

"What?"

Sun Mengjiao looked at her and pulled her lips.

"Mengjiao, are you really like the rumors on the Internet, you have ...... Already ......"

After the words, Zhao Qingying really couldn't speak.

Zhao Qingying saw that she was silent, and a trace of trance arose in her heart.

Sun Mengjiao and Zhao Zifeng, it's not impossible, it's completely possible.

So soon, did she forget her promise to the chills?

Zhao Qingying's heart sank little by little.

Bang bang bang......

At the door, there was a knock. Then, Zhao Zifeng's cold voice came.

"Sun Mengjiao, it's time for us to go."

"Okay, I got it."

Sun Mengjiao raised her eyes and glanced towards the door.

"Qingying, I ......"

"Mengjiao, this is your favorite sunflower, give."

Zhao Qingying gathered her thoughts and smiled at her.

The colorful sunflowers are sandwiched with a few starry branches, wrapped in old newspapers, and look very plain.