After Yuan Qingfeng received Xiaoxi's call, he hurried over.

He had just arrived at the office hall of the consortium, and Mr. Deng also walked in with a spring breeze on his face. Beside him, he was followed by a woman in white.

The woman looked particularly good and capable.

She wore a white shirt, white trousers, and a white blazer, a series of whites! white so pure, white so beautiful, white so dazzling.

She has thick black hair, fluffy and a beautiful bun on the top of her head, which is in stark contrast to her pure white, and makes her figure even more slender.

Yuan Qingfeng felt familiar, but from a distance, he just looked at the side.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Mr. Deng clapped his hands.

"Today, I invite all the directors and shareholders here, in addition to giving you a grand introduction, there are some important things to discuss with you in a while!"

He smiled and looked at the woman in white beside him.

"This is a famous writer, Ms. Leng Yue! I invited her to be the image ambassador of our consortium. Second, I would like to publish a book about the culture of our consortium by Ms. Leng Yue to expand the popularity of our Deng Shi Foundation!

In the office hall, there was warm applause.

All the sensibles, shareholders, and heavyweight employees present stood up, and their eyes, in addition to admiration, were of course conquered by Leng Yue's beauty.

They muttered to each other, they didn't expect that there would be such a wonderful woman in this world.

The woman in white smiled at everyone, nodded, then turned around and followed Mr. Deng to the president's office.

"Sister, we're here. ”

Several female staff members who were on duty on the periphery ran over and surrounded the creek.

"Isn't it prettier up close?" they asked, "How?

"Sister Creek—"

A female employee with a round face, Nunu, squeezed her eyes, and said in a small voice: "Do you know what the relationship with Mr. Deng is?"

"Why are you asking this?"

Seeing that Xiaoxi was expressionless and stunned, a female employee wearing glasses quickly pulled the corner of her clothes.

"How attractive that woman is!" said the round-faced female clerk, "I like her, can't I?"

"Yes, our Mr. Deng is too blessed, and our consortium is too blessed......"

"Mmmm, because of our consortium, it's really a blessing to have such a peerless beauty join!"

Let's not talk about how Xiaoxi was surprised and then flared, and not how these female employees talked about it, but what about Yuan Qingfeng, when Mr. Deng mentioned 'Ms. Leng Yue', his heart began to beat inexplicably and uncontrollably...... What Mr. Deng said next, and what the woman said, he didn't hear it at all.

He just stared at the back of the woman in white, and entered into an illusory contemplation.

What a delicate and long figure! Moreover, this figure is so familiar!

He was stunned and woke up—

He took a few steps, grabbed the front, and opened the sliding door of the president's office first!

He and Leng Yue, at close range, took a face-to-face.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had fallen into an abyssal ice cellar!

He stood there holding on to the doorframe, his mind blank, all consciousness flying away.

There, half-smiling, slim woman in white, isn't she Ye Shuang? Isn't she the girl on the ferry who wants to commit suicide?

"Breeze!"

Mr. Deng walked over, he looked at Yuan Qingfeng and looked at him puzzled.

"Hey, don't stare at people in a daze, I'll introduce you, okay?"

Yuan Qingfeng exhaled a long breath, and his consciousness returned to his mind leisurely.

"No need, Mr. Deng, we know each other!" his voice was empty and weak.

"You know?"

Mr. Deng looked at him strangely, and then turned his head to look at the woman in white.

"Do you know our legal counsel? do you know him, Yuan Qingfeng?"

The woman in white smiled, she glanced at Yuan Qingfeng, who was a little pale, and she was slightly surprised.

Her wide, beautiful, melancholy eyes widened, and then, she shook her head in confusion.

"We don't recognize!" she said.

Yuan Qingfeng felt dizzy, he closed his eyes, and fell his head again.

When he opened his eyes again, the face was still facing him, so familiar!

That's right! This is a girl on the ferry, a 'singer' in a nightclub, and a female writer with whom he communicates! It's just that this woman is relatively mature in feeling. But such repeated encounters, and every time they meet, they are denying and evading, which is against common sense!

"Oh, Mr. Deng, he seems to be sick!" said the woman in white.

Her voice was as light and crisp as a yellow warbler out of the valley, it was so good! This was not the deeper Mandarin on the ferry, nor the Hokkien accent in the nightclub, he was really confused.

"Oops, Brother Qingfeng, what's wrong with you?"

Yufeng, who came in with tea, made a fuss and shouted.

Facing the crumbling Yuan Qingfeng, she had long forgotten everything.

Yufeng put down the teacup and hurriedly walked to the breeze. She shook his arm and reached out to touch his forehead.

"Your face is as white as a dead man. She said, "What's wrong with you?"

Yuan Qingfeng took away Yufeng's hand, his eyes still staring at the cold moon in front of him.

"I believe—" he muttered, "you're no longer called Ye Shuang!"

"Leaf frost?"

The woman in white was stunned in surprise.

"Why do I have to be called Ye Shuang?" she smiled and said, "My name is Cold Moon!

"Cold Moon ......"

Yuan Qingfeng read softly.

It's as if these are two complicated, incomprehensible words.

"Cold Moon ......"

Xiaoxi also read softly, the impact of this name and appearance on her was no less than that of Yuan Qingfeng.

"Yes, her name is Leng Yue!"

Mr. Deng was on the side.

He looked at Yuan Qingfeng in surprise, and then at Leng Yue.

"She's always been that name. Mr. Deng said.

"I believe—" Yuan Qingfeng muttered again, "You haven't seen me on the ferry!"

"Ferry?"

The woman in white was even more surprised.

"I thought- you must not have seen me anywhere?"

"No, no, no!"

The woman in white shook her head.

She stared at him carefully, smiling bewilderedly.

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember. In an almost apologetic tone, she said, "Or maybe we've met somewhere...... Is it in a 'past life or in a dream'?"

Her big beautiful eyes were staring mischievously at him.

"Qingfeng, what's wrong with you today?

Mr. Deng felt that Yuan Qingfeng was a little strange today, especially the way he looked at Leng Yue's eyes, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"I've known Leng Yue for almost three years, and she never mentioned you!" Mr. Deng said unhappily.

"It's okay!"

The woman in white said to Mr. Deng, and turned her head to look at Yuan Qingfeng again.

"Aren't you ...... Tired?" she hesitated, revealing a sign of concern.

"Yes...... Qingfeng closed his eyes, and then, ruinly, "I'm tired...... Really tired...... I'm not in the company anymore. ”

He turned and walked out.

"Brother Qingfeng—where are you going? Are you okay?" Yufeng followed Qingfeng, nervous, and went out.

In the luxurious and spacious office, only Mr. Deng, who was confused and stood in a daze, and Leng Yue, who was smiling deeply.

"The girl who went out......" Leng Yue glanced at Deng Yufeng, who accompanied Qingfeng out, and she groaned for a moment. "I like you very much, legal counsel. ”

"yes. ”

Mr. Deng's voice was low.

"Yes...... The falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless...... My daughter, I'm afraid I'm wasting my time. ”

"Your daughter?"

"Leng Yue!" Mr. Deng moved the cup of red robe to her: "Please drink tea!" He paused, and said: "Calling Yuan Qingfeng such a fuss, I forgot to introduce it to you, the little girl who went out just now is my daughter Deng Yufeng." ”

"I said, full of luxury, full of coquettishness, at first glance, she is a rich lady. ”

"Alas," Mr. Deng sighed: "Don't look at her like a proud little princess, she is actually very humble and kind in her heart, she is just a little girl, and she gets along very well......"

Mr. Deng is still dreaming, dreaming of being able to marry Leng Yue.

Through the translucent and unclosed glass sliding door, Leng Yue saw Yuan Qingfeng sitting in the office hall, Deng Yufeng who was looking at each other stupidly, and Guo Xiaoxi who had been in a daze!

"Hey, who is that boy next to Xiaoxi? the one who is pointing fingers?" Leng Yue asked Mr. Deng a question.

"Xiaoxi?" Mr. Deng looked at Leng Yue in surprise. "How do you know her name is Creek?

"No, no, no, I don't know!" Leng Yue hidden. "It's just, I heard someone call her that just now!"

"Really?"

Mr. Deng was stunned.

"Who is it? that boy!" Leng Yue continued to ask.

"Alas," Mr. Deng sighed again: "My son Qilin! Deng Qilin and Yufeng are twin brothers and sisters. ”

"Is he chasing Creek?"

Leng Yue's voice was a little chilled.

"How do you know!?"

Mr. Deng asked her in surprise.

"Don't forget, I'm a writer. Leng Yue's voice lowered and softened. "I have the ability to observe subtlely, and besides, I'm still a woman! A woman's sixth sense is very powerful!"

Leng Yue sat on the wide sofa, gently turning the teacup in her hand, her face was very calm.

"Your feeling is right. Mr. Deng sighed and said, "Indeed, the unicorn likes the creek!"

"What about the creek?" Leng Yue took a sip of tea and stared at Mr. Deng quietly. "I think, it's also intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless, right?"

"Leng Yue, what's wrong with you today?"

Mr. Deng looked at her, and he was in a lot of confusion.