Xiao Ling stood far away in front of the memorial held by fans for Su Qiaowei, looking at the happy people smiling in the photos.

Xiao Ling lowered his head, and a dark glint flashed in his eyes.

Su Ming, I didn't expect you to take the lead.

Still, that's fine.

Xiao Ling just stood there from a distance and watched for a while, and had no intention of going up.

After all...... That's just a fake identity, and the real person doesn't live better than anyone else.

As he turned to leave, there was a sudden uproar from the crowd.

Turning his head to look, he saw that he looked very similar to Su Qiaowei's posthumous photo above, wearing a suit and leather shoes, like a person with a paralyzed face, walking over, and was incense to the deceased.

Xiao Lingle is happy.

Interestingly, what is the feeling of incense on yourself? Su Ming.

When Su Ming put on the incense, everyone present stared at this person who looked exactly like Su Qiaowei.

It's really too similar, it's like seeing Su Qiaowei alive.

It's just that one is a man and the other is a woman.

Su Ming turned around, a pair of sword eyebrows frowned, looking at the people present, revealing a trace of grief and gratitude.

"My name is Su Ming, Qiao Wei's twin brother."

As soon as this explanation is explained, everyone understands why the two people look so similar, and they are twins.

"Thank you for everything you did for your sister, thank you."

Su Ming bowed deeply to express his gratitude.

Most of the people present were die-hard fans of Su Qiaowei, and when they saw him so sad, they comforted him.

Xiao Ling, who was standing on the periphery, almost couldn't hold back his laughter after listening to Su Ming's series of words.

Emma, Su Ming actually has a twin sister, and she is still a sister of the same body.

I'm laughing to death!

As an insider, Xiao Ling said that he endured it very hard (slapping the table).

Xiao Ling glanced at Su Ming in the center and turned to leave.

Hmm~ I don't know what Su Ming, who is not hiding herself, will be like when she is funny.

Su Ming frowned, swept the original location where Xiao Ling was, and saw that there was no one there, and his brows furrowed even more.

There, who was it just now?

"Boss, are you going back to the company now?" Dong Jiawei opened the car door for him and asked.

"Hmm."

Su Ming rubbed his temples and snorted, those people were so noisy that his brain was about to explode.

As soon as he entered the company, Su Ming entered the work mode, listening to the report while walking in an orderly manner.

This company is a new company that has not been registered for a long time, and although a group of elites have been transferred from the base camp, the new company is a new company after all.

Many things need to be checked by him personally, so from the time he changed back to Su Ming's identity, all the accumulated official affairs came in one go.

Fortunately, those people are also really hard-working, and everything they bring up has already been dealt with, and they only need him to nod his head to agree or deny.

Coming to the top floor of this building, it is where Su Ming works.

Pushing open the door, an unexpected person was sitting in his place, looking at him with a smile.

"You go back first, and we'll talk about it later."

The mermaid who followed behind him walked in a row and ran away.

Dong Jiawei even closed the door intimately before leaving.

Su Ming stood at the door, his heart beating wildly under Xiao Ling's gaze.

Xiao Ling kicked away the chair, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly towards him.

"Should I call you Su Ming, or should I call you Su Qiaowei? Small, Wei, Wei. ”

Su Ming subconsciously raised his head, his pupils dilated: "What are you talking nonsense!" ”

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Xiao Ling leaned close to his neck and sniffed the smell on his body, because of his approach, Su Ming froze and didn't dare to move.

"Don't forget, I'm familiar with your smell."

Xiao Ling took a slight step back to widen the distance between him and squinted at him, like a hunter staring at his prey.