The melodious music, the warm sea breeze, and the dazzling sunshine seem to add a shining light to the dancing of the pair of men and women in front of them.

Jin Weiwei has lived a very bad life since she was a child, her father doesn't hurt, except for her mother, no one loves her, but Feng Chengyang didn't expect Jin Weiwei to come out of such an environment, this dance is so good, at first he thought that Jin Weiwei would not dance this kind of ballroom dance, after all, this kind of dance basically appears in high society.

Looks like he's underestimating her again.

Jin Weiwei didn't expect that the dance that her mother taught her when she was a child would still come in handy, and the most important thing is that Feng Chengyang at this moment is so handsome and charming, if they didn't meet in such an environment, if they didn't have such an embarrassing situation, I don't know if they can also be like normal men and women, so much respect and acquaintance?

It's a pity that although this moment is beautiful, the next moment, maybe.......

Hopefully, this dance is a sweet dream, don't wake up!

This night, Jin Weiwei slept like a good night, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, as if she was really dreaming of something, Feng Chengyang was lying beside her, stretched out her hand and gently touched her cheek, as if she was touching a porcelain doll, afraid that she would be broken.

As if he had discovered that there was something wrong with his feelings, Feng Chengyang suddenly retracted his hand, turned his back to her, turned sideways, and closed his eyes.

"Make me another cup of coffee." Feng Chengyang's still indifferent voice sounded slowly, and he stretched out the coffee cup in his hand in front of Jin Weiwei, who was standing aside, almost without raising his head.

Jin Weiwei stretched out her hand to take the coffee cup, and couldn't help asking, "Do you really want me to adjust it?" "Didn't that coffee teach him a lesson last time? even dared to let her tune, could it be that she was abused and addicted?

"Hmm." Feng Chengyang nodded absently, which was confirmed.

Jin Weiwei, who was a little stunned, turned around and walked to the pantry with a coffee cup, poured in the coffee beans, and just wanted to add something more, but her hand suddenly stopped. Jin Weiwei, who was a little hesitant, secretly turned her head to look at Feng Chengyang, who was sitting on the bow of the boat reading the documents, and then retracted her body.

Seeing the "condiment" in his hand again, he seemed to have made up his mind, and added it to the coffee cup again, and then destroyed the corpse to make sure that he couldn't find the slightest flaw, so he was very relieved to return to the bow of the boat with the specially made coffee.

"Here, your coffee." Don't spray it off later. If she accidentally gets the papers in front of her wet, it's no wonder she's going to do it. After all, he asked her to make this coffee.

Just thinking about it like this, Jin Weiwei's mood is inexplicably better.

"Poof"

As expected, but fortunately, Feng Chengyang's movements were one step faster, probably because he had already prepared in his heart, and the documents were quickly transferred, but this still made Feng Chengyang frown. It's still the same coffee, it's the same unpleasant, it's the same I don't know what's in it.

Jin Weiwei on the side almost laughed out loud, anyway, the smile on her face was bright.

"Boss Feng, are you okay?" Jin Weiwei resisted the urge to laugh out loud, and slightly restrained the smile on her face, and then asked in a tone of concern, but I don't know if this is Feng Chengyang's illusion, and I always feel that there seems to be a little schadenfreude in this so-called concern?

But looking at Jin Weiwei's wide, stupid eyes, it seemed as if the so-called schadenfreude was just his illusion.

"It's fine." The corners of Feng Chengyang's mouth twitched slightly, and he replied. put the coffee cup in his hand on the table next to him, and then he had time to ask again: "How did you brew this coffee?" ”

How did you rush it? Can she say it's because of the "spices" added to the coffee? Well, salt, MSG, vinegar, and ...... Cumin powder ...... But this must not be said to Feng Chengyang, she still wants to live a few more days, but she doesn't want to die now.

Therefore, Jin Weiwei also shook her head with a smile, her eyes widened, and she said innocently: "It's brewed according to the normal procedure." What, isn't it brewed well? ”

Feng Chengyang suddenly made a bitter face, this coffee, this reaction, can he say it with a clear conscience?

"Forget it, you don't have the talent to make coffee, so don't make it in the future." Feng Chengyang paused, and finally said with some frustration.

"Oh, okay." Jin Weiwei replied very happily.

Although the days on the ship made Jin Weiwei sometimes confused, and she didn't understand why Feng Chengyang's convulsions were indirect, she still had a good life in the end, especially the food here, which was probably Jin Weiwei's favorite and most reluctant.

Other than that, there really wasn't anything else for her to miss in the future.

As for Feng Chengyang...... Forget it, if it's not necessary in the future, she just hopes that it will never be good, probably so that she can forget, right?

"I'll be able to get out of here tomorrow." Jin Weiwei leaned on the railing of the boat, looked at the blue sea, and muttered to herself. For some reason, there seems to be a little reluctance and bitterness in my heart.

At night, Jin Weiwei seemed to be a little sleepless, Feng Chengyang hadn't come in yet, probably in the study, probably dealing with things in the study, as if he would have to get late every night before he appeared. But she's always idle.

After tossing and turning all night, and not cheering with the joy she wanted because she was going to leave here tomorrow, this kind of emotion made Jin Weiwei not know what was wrong. When Feng Chengyang returned to the room, Jin Weiwei didn't know, and in a daze, she seemed to sense something, but she didn't seem to feel anything.

By the time she opened her eyes, it was already early the next morning.

There is no longer Feng Chengyang around.

"Miss Jin, the young master let you leave." By the time Jin Weiwei came out of the room, Uncle Chen was already waiting there. Let her just leave? But what about Feng Chengyang?

Uncle Chen probably saw that Jin Weiwei wanted to know where Feng Chengyang was now, so he said more: "Young Master has something to deal with." "So I won't come out to see her or see her off in person.

"Oh." Jin Weiwei doesn't know why, what is this sense of loss in her heart, she is already looking forward to leaving here a long time ago, isn't she?