Yuan Qingfeng watched the other party close the line, and the avatar immediately turned black, he looked at the computer, and sat deeply, for a long, long time......

He couldn't get enough of it, and he really wanted the avatar to light up again, but unfortunately, he had to leave the QQ page and turn to the novel page to see the novel she wrote.

He began to read that time-traveling novel, "Love's Paradise".

He watched very seriously and was very engaged...... He was deeply attracted and deeply moved by the heroine of the story. Because the story itself is so touching, moving, and fascinating. The author's brushstrokes are very skillful and emotional, especially the psychological description of the characters, which is even more delicate and realistic, as if vivid.

After watching it for two hours in one breath, his heart was beating hot, his face was red and he was panting.

He stared at the computer, and for a moment, he couldn't believe that such a great novel was written by a young girl.

Is this true? Is it really the work of such a beautiful girl?

He shook his head, dazed and delirious.

He leaned back in the high-backed swivel chair, closed his eyes, and gently and thoughtfully turned the chair.

Is it my miracle girl? he asked inwardly, is it really her...... His mind and consciousness seemed to be trapped in a state of nothingness.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and he seemed to be thinking about nothing, so he was in a daze for several minutes, and he lifted his spirits and continued to look at it......

Another hour passed, he rubbed his eyes, stared at the cup of tea on the computer desk that had been cold, and then, looking up at the blue sky outside the window, he wondered: Is there any magical power in this darkness, manipulating the encounter in the world?

He began to be in a daze again...... Until the phone rang suddenly.

He jumped!

Quickly, he picked up his phone.

It was Mr. Deng of the Deng Shi Consortium, who was his part-time job, who called, hoping that he would go to the consortium and say that he had something to discuss with him.

It should be said that the university course is very relaxed, especially Yuan Qingfeng's class. He only has three or four classes a week, including a public elective class in psychology. The rest of the time, he is free to spend. Therefore, on the recommendation of his father, he became a part-time legal adviser to the Deng Shi Foundation.

After answering the phone, he pondered for a moment and jumped to his feet.

He turned off the computer and wore a white high-end casual, and the whole person was noble and casual.

When he walked through the living room, he was smiling like that, and he was whistling, so that his mother Yuan Jing, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa in the hall, raised her head in amazement:

"Ah, so happy, where are you going?"

"Deng always has something to look for me. Qingfeng smiled and said briskly, his voice full of joy.

Mrs. Yuan put down the newspaper in her hand, and then said in a loud voice, "My handsome son, I can't stop on Sundays, have I taken all the tonic I bought for you?"

"Mom, I don't need that tonic!" Qingfeng laughed, avoiding his mother Yuan Jing's eyes. "And, Mommy, I'm thirty years old! I'm thirty years old! I'm not a junior in high school!

"What, thirty?"

Yuan Jing looked at her son's handsome face fondly, and she said:

"You are three hundred years old, and you are my son! I think that after you get married, such an excellent son will be snatched away by a girl I don't know at all! Of course I want to take advantage of the fact that I have a lot of treasures for you now!"

"Alright...... Thank you Mommy!"

Qingfeng walked up to his mother, patted her on the shoulder very affectionately, and then said with a smile: "What about the shirt, I'll try it on again when I come back, it's too late now, bye-bye! Mommy!" He went out briskly, as if he was about to jump up.

Mrs. Yuan watched Qingfeng go out, and she turned to Yuan Bo, who had just arrived home:

"What's wrong with our son? A few days ago, it was 'cloudy', as if something big had happened, and his face was only half thin. But today, it's completely different!"

"It seems like the spring breeze is rising, and the sky is going to be clear!" said the father, smiling.

"Really?" Yuan Jing also smiled, looking at her husband.

*

Twenty minutes later, Yuan Qingfeng drove to the downstairs of the consortium. After he drove the car to the underground parking lot, he took the elevator to the center of the Deng Shi Consortium on the thirteenth floor, the president's office area.

Deng Shi Consortium - was founded by Deng Qingyun.

Deng Qingyun is in City C, but he is a well-known figure.

He is active in business, the judiciary, and the press.

Not only is he financially abundant, he has his industries at home, abroad, and all over the world, but his people are also polite and chic and free.

Deng Qingyun and Yuan Qingfeng's father Yuan Bo have both studied in the highest universities in Europe and the United States, although Deng Qingyun is Yuan Bo's younger brother, but they are also celebrities in City C, so they naturally became best friends.

Deng Qingyun is 48 years old this year.

He used to have a very happy family, a beautiful and virtuous wife, and a pair of children with dragon and phoenix twins. But unfortunately, his wife died of illness ten years ago, leaving behind his daughter Deng Yufeng and son Deng Qilin.

For the sake of two children, Deng Qingyun has not married so far.

The woman who likes him, the woman who pursues him, and the woman who wants to marry a wealthy family is a lot of money. He occasionally played with them and played with them, but no woman could tie him down.

After Yuan Qingfeng stepped out of the elevator, he wanted to go through the front hall and enter the office area directly, but an unexpected scene made him stop.

The first thing I saw was Guo Xiaoxi, the secretary who 'doesn't eat fireworks in the world' in his mind.

Thinking that his father once regarded Xiaoxi as a candidate for daughter-in-law, and when he saw Xiaoxi today, he admired his father's vision.

I remember the first time I saw her, Xiaoxi was wearing a white gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wings, with long hair fluttering, graceful, and light like a little fairy...... And today's creek, although it is still so beautiful and picturesque, is still so bright as a star, but compared with when it first came, it is still a little less fairy, and a little more feminine charm and delicateness.

She wore a romantic blue today.

A light blue dress with a long skirt in the color of the lake.

The hem of the skirt is a white wave, and from a distance, the whole person looks like a wave floating in the sea.

Hey, who's that boy next to Brook? Haven't you seen it before?

Yuan Qingfeng took a closer look at the boy!

He was tall, twenty-four or five years old. Angular face, somewhat wild eyes, stubborn and conceited mouth, long hair. Jeans, jeans, full of bohemianism, fanaticism and willfulness.

At this time, he was standing beside the stream, gesturing, talking excitedly and nervously. As for Xiaoxi, he ignored and was absent-minded, and looked ready to leave at any time.

Oops! Why did that boy still get started?

He was tugging at the brook—and now the stream, her fair face flushed, breaking free from his grasp.

It's worth that-

Qingfeng didn't think about it, he rushed over with one key step.

He pulled the boy's hand away with all his might, and he blocked the brook behind him.

"Y-what's your name?" Yuan Qingfeng asked the boy loudly.

"Name?"

The boy seemed startled.

Without any mental preparation, he froze.

"Yes! Name!"

Yuan Qingfeng pulled Xiaoxi aside, and he casually took out a notepad and pen from his pocket. "I want to confirm something. He said.

"Confirmed?"

The boy seemed to have a bad reaction.

After he looked at Yuan Qingfeng carefully, he suddenly smiled. His eyes widened and widened, as if he were looking at a very strange person.

"Who the hell are you, what do you want to confirm?" he asked.

"Why are you approaching Guo Xiaoxi?"

"Close?"

The boy laughed.

"Yes, close!"

Yuan Qingfeng is serious.

"You're not mistaken, are you?" The boy's eyes stared at him darkly. "Don't you think your formulation is new?"

"Certainly not new. Yuan Qingfeng said: "The intuition generated by years of legal study and enforcement experience tells me that you want something from her. The hippie smiley face is trying to induce her sense of intolerance and sympathy, but what is the pull and pull? is it a fait accompli? What is your ultimate goal?!"

"Oh yo yo! What a laugh to death! Who the hell are you? You uncle!"

"What, uncle, who do you call uncle?"

Yuan Qingfeng's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief.

"Of course I'm calling you!" said the boy with a playful smile, "Don't you call you Uncle and Aunt anyway?"

"Of course, stinky boy!" Yuan Qingfeng shouted angrily: "Only those who are old and have wrinkles on their faces can be called uncles, right?"

"Oops, it's really corny!" the boy's expression was dismissive. "Have you ever watched a Korean drama?" he asked.

"What?"

"Only after watching Korean dramas do you know what a complimentary word uncle is, a symbol of handsomeness and maturity. Excuse me, how old are you?"

"How old?"

Yuan Qingfeng straightened his back and frowned at him.

"Why are you staring so wide?" said the boy, sneering, "because you look so young and frivolous!

"Oh, you guy!" Yuan Qingfeng grabbed him by the collar. "Don't talk nonsense! Don't avoid my eyes! Look at me—" He cried out in a forced, slightly irritated tone.

"Looking at you?"

The boy shook off Yuan Qingfeng's hand with a force!

After he circled around him a few times, he stared at him with wide eyes, and then, with a playful smile, said:

"Oh, you're a different uncle! I see that when you eat, the rice grains block your nostrils, right? You look like a dog, and your brain lacks tendons, right? You're really a nosy veteran!"