After all, it was a cooperative company of her father's company, and she still knew his company address.

She didn't call Feng Shen to ask for his address because she didn't want to put pressure on him and didn't want Feng Shen to be embarrassed.

Since the matter of Emperor Lining, the two have not been in contact again.

Many times, Jun Qing picked up the phone, but he couldn't press the number for a long time, because he couldn't be sure whether Feng Shen still wanted her to appear in his world again.

Back then, if there was no wind and sinking, it remains to be said whether she would have lived until the day when the emperor came to the island.

The boy who had guarded her for many years, she hoped to be friends with him.

Of course, it depends on whether Feng Shen wants this to be the case or not.

Jun Qing hopes that he came voluntarily.

Later, it is up to him to see or not to see.

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Country M.

Fengchi Shipping Corporation, President's Office.

Feng Shen, who had just finished the meeting, walked over, took off his blazer and threw it on the sofa, unbuttoned his shirt and sat on the chair behind the office.

Three fingers clasped the collar and tugged lightly.

After more than ten years of free wandering at sea, even now, he still hates the restraint of suits and leather shoes.

If it wasn't for an important formal occasion, he would never button up the collar of his shirt.

Habitually, he reached into his pocket, his shirt against his chest pocket, and when his fingers touched the button, he withdrew his hand again.

Despite his habit of wearing the buckle on his body, every day, he tried to restrain himself from touching it.

Raising his right hand, he pressed the inside line.

"Sir?"

The voice of the assistant.

"Pour me a drink."

His gaze swept over the working calendar on the desk, and on the page of tomorrow, there was a dazzling red star.

Tomorrow, the little girl who has been in school for a month will come back.

Or, she should be given a show.

Feng Shen took the notebook on the table and put it on his lap, opened it, lazily propped his head, and opened an information page, ready to see if there were any new projects that young people like to play recently.

It's rare for the child to come back, and let her relax.

There was a knock on the door, and he knew that it was the assistant who brought him in with a drink, but he didn't lift his head.

"Come in."

Footsteps approached the desk, something on the table.

The person who delivered the object did not leave immediately, but leaned behind him with his footsteps and slowly stretched out his hands to him.

"No trick-or-treating!"

The wind reminded lazily.

Behind him, there was laughter.

"Strange!" Feng Nuan smiled and hugged his shoulder, "Why do you know it's me every time?" ”

If she had lived in fear for more than ten years of her life, she had never slept well at night, and she could wake up at the slightest sound, she would have such vigilance.

As for why her?

Who dares to enter his office like this, and dares to play peek-a-boo with him unscrupulously, who else but her?

Closing the computer on his lap, Feng Shen smiled at her sideways.

"Didn't you say you'd be back tomorrow?"

"My mentor said I did the best project, so I was given a day off." Feng Nuan leaned on the desk, raised her chin to the wine on the table, and looked like a little housekeeper, "You still drink at work, are you indulging yourself again when I'm not at home recently?" ”

Feng Shen raised his chin to the wine cabinet diagonally opposite, "I'm very well-behaved." ”

The wine cabinet was originally full of wine.

Now, it's empty.

Because of her request, he had given all the wine to the assistant to put away, and at most he drank one glass a day.