Feng Nai also understood why the receptionist, who had always had a high professional quality, was like this.
In the final analysis, someone's face was too attractive, she always prepared a mask for him, why didn't she wear one herself.
It's better to lock her up and put her on the bed in the office rest room, so that no one can see her except him.
Thinking of this, Feng Nai's eyes darkened, and then, in that posture, he bent down and buried his head in her snow-white neck, as if to calm down something.
Slap.
The file folder that the intern assistant was holding dropped.
Not only the front desk, but even some shareholders who were going downstairs after the meeting couldn't move their feet after seeing this scene.
So, is that the President Feng they know
From the moment his young master answered the phone just now, Special Assistant Yuan realized that something was going to go wrong.
Now that the bad luck has come true, it's still an inch behind.
Fortunately, Ms. Mo was quite sensible, and patted their young master on the back with one hand: "Tired?"
"Yeah." Feng Nai simply changed his mind, and even his tone was tired: "I have endless meetings every day, and I can't get off work until then."
Senior executives who can't move an inch: ... you are the one who wants to have a meeting! It's you!
No, they can't complain, and they will be supervised by President Feng to be stricter afterwards.
Mo Bei turned his face sideways, his voice was calm but coaxing: "Are you hungry too?"
"From noon to now, I haven't eaten a single morsel." Feng Nai stood up straight and looked at her: "It's not like a certain young lady who can still go to dinner parties."
Just as Mo Bei was about to say something, he saw the group of people behind him. He knew it was not good to talk about a personal topic, and motioned him to look back.
Feng Nai raised his eyebrows, turned around, and after seeing everyone, he opened his mouth: "It's all hard work, Uncle Rong and uncles will give me a day off to rest."
Each shareholder: ... Uncle? uncle
Is it going to rain red
When did he call him that
Wait a minute, why does this statement sound wrong somewhere.
Not quite right.
Yuan Tezhu has been with Feng Nai for so long, and he also understands his young master's act of pretending to be pitiful.
Thinking about it carefully, if a student is in charge of such a large group as Feng's, how can the prestige be established? Everything must be measured. The purpose of the young master is just to convey this concept to Miss Mo.
It's not like Mo Bei didn't understand what Feng Nai had done in the past few months.
It can control the overall situation in Yisi, and even has private jets and airways.
The person she likes cannot be bullied by anyone.
But even if it was clear, Mo Bei's first reaction was distressed at the moment, so he didn't even let go of his hand.
Otherwise, with her rigidity, she would definitely not hold hands with Feng Nai all the time as an elder in the company.
The corner of the mouth of a certain young man who had achieved his goal was slightly curved.
Mo Bei also seemed to substitute the person opposite him into an evil force that wanted to drive Feng Nai out of power.
The people there used to have this old age, but they were beaten by their good nephew, now they just want to get dividends in a regular manner, otherwise every time they have a meeting, it seems like they have experienced life and death. I can't bear this kind of vicious wrist when I grow up.
What they didn't expect was that the devil, who had always been wary of his private life and couldn't get close to anyone at a commercial ball, would allow a girl to hold his hand.
The girl also has a strong sense of presence, she obviously has no emotions, but when she raised her eyes and glanced at them.
Since it made them feel very much like him in the meeting.
What's more, the girl's eyes are mixed with a murderous look that would not be seen in a peaceful and prosperous age, but it is cold but real, very scary!
Mo Bei took Feng Nai to the front of the group of people, with good manners, neither humble nor overbearing.
Feng Nai didn't introduce who Mo Bei was, but turned his sideways eyes and said, "Do you want to have your fingerprints recorded?"
"Record fingerprints?" Mo Bei raised his eyebrows.
Feng Nai hummed, and said casually: "Come back next time, you can go up without me picking you up."
"Where is it recorded?" Mo Bei asked.
Feng Nai raised her left hand and put it on the verification machine at the front desk, lowered her eyes and pressed her wrist, as if no one around her existed: "When do you plan to come next time?"
Everyone: ... It hasn't started this time, so you can ask next time!
They can guess the identity of this person without their introduction from Mr. Feng.
It's just that looking at Mr. Feng like this, he's completely fallen. With such a milk, who will support who in the future.
"When do you want me to come?" Mo Bei asked.
Feng Nai's voice was flat: "It's up to you to volunteer."
Mo Bei: "After the friendly match is over?"
Feng Nai's eyes moved slightly: "Okay, that is, no one is waiting for me during the meeting."
Everyone: ... When will you come to the meeting, people need to wait! ! !
Mo Bei thought for a while, and said: "The game is over tomorrow? But I should bring a notebook, and it may disturb you."
"If I was so easily disturbed, I wouldn't have to start a company." Feng Nai took her hand off the verification machine and put it in her palm again: "Didn't you say you have other things to do with me? Let's go up and talk?"
"Okay." Mo Bei didn't feel that there was anything wrong. Since everyone had left, the overtime work should be over. Some things, she also wanted to talk to him when there was no one else.
Special Assistant Yuan didn't think that their young master wanted to have a good talk about things, his eyes were deep as if he had been holding back for a long time, and finally couldn't help it and was about to explode.
He was a little worried, so he wanted to keep up.
After all, he knew that the young master was paranoid when he was a child.
I was also very worried that he couldn't figure out something, and made the same mistakes again.
But just as he was walking, the young master's eyes followed him, and he completely froze in place.
Because the expression in that look is very clear, that is not allowed, it is cold and even biting.
Special Assistant Yuan couldn't help shouting, "Miss Mo."
Mo Bei looked back: "What?"
At that moment, Feng Nai's hands became stronger, and he was also looking at Yuan Tezhu.
Yuan Te helped roll his Adam's apple, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that Mr. Feng hasn't eaten yet, why don't you order a takeaway for him?"
"Okay." Mo Bei listened and looked at Feng Nai again.
The latter is lazy and has no threat, so people will not notice his deep eyes.
After the doors of the elevator closed, the elevator began to rise steadily.
I don't know if it's because of the temperature, but Mo Bei always feels that his palm is too hot.
"It's hot?" Mo Bei asked softly.
Feng Nai stretched out his hand and pulled off his collar, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked: "A little bit."
Ding.
The top floor has arrived.
Going forward is the president's office.
The unique environment allows people standing here to overlook the entire city with just looking down.
But what Feng Nai likes the most is not the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the innermost rest room. The pure white sheets match her very well, especially now that she...
Once some ideas have seeds, they will continue to germinate, and then start to grow and fly.
Feng Nai is not a saint. He has thought a lot about her, how to make her completely his.
During so many nights, he tossed and turned, and finally waited, how could he let him go.
Maybe if she didn't come here, he would keep the beast well.
However, she appeared.
Feng Nai opened the drawer with one hand, and was still wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a chain on his face. He probably felt that the suit on his body would affect what he was going to do later, so he took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair On the other hand, a white shirt paired with trousers will only show his natural advantages. His legs are long and his waist is slim, his skin is white, and his body is extravagant. How could anyone be fortified at that station.
On the contrary, it will make people who see it feel yearning.
But for such a person, there is a pair of handcuffs in the drawer. When he lowered his eyes and played with it, the corners of his mouth were half-curved: "Okay, there is no one now, what do you want to talk about?"
Mo Bei realized the dangerous factor flowing out of him, so he only stretched out his hand, and pulled his collar, with icicles all over his body, and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth, his voice slowly said: "It's nothing, probably I didn't kiss enough before, but when I saw you, I couldn't help it."
Feng Nai paused for a moment, then smiled suddenly, something melted under his eyes, and he put back the handcuffs, his free hand was just enough to wrap around her waist: "Want to kiss me?"
"Yeah." Mo Bei's straightforwardness is especially a plus at this time.
Feng Nai lowered his eyes: "Then you didn't come to see me after the game? Why did you follow Huan Leng? Or is it that our assistant brother really plans to change teams? After all, your brother is over there, why don't you come back?" Just for him?"
Mo Bei could hear the subtle grievances in his words, and remembering what he said before, you have so many people who need to worry about you, but I only have you, and his heart felt like a knife was cut: "It used to be for my brother, but now it's for my brother's sake." you."
Feng Nai's long-standing anxiety has been greatly improved under her voice, but if he doesn't hold something in his hand, he will never feel at ease: "How to prove it?"
Mo Bei lowered his eyes, then half-bent, and handsomely lifted the T-shirt he was wearing, and threw it on the desk. In this way, the medical bandage on her right shoulder is bound to be invisible , seeing that her expression looked indifferent, so even the presence of bandages seemed to add points to that cool beauty.
She just stood there under the light, snow-white and almost transparent, with an air of dust: "I haven't healed from the injury I suffered in Yisi. I don't know if asking you to help me with medicine every day can prove that I need you?"
Feng Nai looked at her, his gaze slipped from the collarbone to snow white, his eyes darkened uncontrollably, a certain string in his head was about to break, before some thoughts churned, he raised his hand and lifted him The suit jacket that was originally placed on the back of the chair covered her body, and then locked her in her arms: "Did you do it on purpose?"
"Huh?" Mo Bei had doubts in his eyes.
Feng Nai simply lowered his head, bit her left shoulder, and said lightly: "Forget it, I should have thought too much."
After hearing what he meant, Mo Bei stretched out his hand to press the back of his neck, his eyebrows were slightly twisted because of the itchiness he brought, but when he spoke, he smiled softly: "I just want you to see my hand hurt."
"I know." Because of her smile, he hugged her harder, and kissed her behind her ear.
Light ones will only make people feel comfortable, and will not make people feel harmful.
So there were some things that Mo Bei didn't notice at first, until his hands lost their tricks.
Only then did Mo Bei understand what he wanted.
With a click, her hands were locked.
Without warning.
As soon as Mo Bei raised his eyes, he was hugged horizontally by him. He lowered his eyes casually: "Too thin, have you been to a refugee camp for the past ten months?"
When it comes to ten months, Mo Bei still feels guilty, so he didn't use force: "How long have you kept your handcuffs?"
"Always." Feng Nai smiled lightly, with the gentleness of negotiating: "Don't worry, I just think too much, just give it a try."
Mo Bei didn't speak, her eyes were dim. She was too careless just now and didn't notice that there was a lounge here.
Feng Nai put her down, kissed her eyes, then pulled off the suit jacket on one side, and began to remove the medical bandage: "Apart from drug control, what else? Cold compress?"
Mo Bei let out a "hmm", looked at the layout of the rest room, and unconsciously began to do psychological analysis.
Feng Nai smiled, and his voice approached: "What have you researched?"
Mo Bei looked at the handsome face in a good mood: "Just now Special Assistant Yuan stopped me, just because I was afraid that you would lock me up like this and cross this boundary."
Feng Nai didn't deny it, but lowered his eyes, unpacked the medicine box, and pressed her wrist with one hand: "Well, what about you? Are you afraid?"
Mo Bei's calm attitude did not seem to be afraid: "The handcuffs are a bit uncomfortable."
"Huh?" Feng Nai slid over with her fingertips: "Next time, use a better material."
Mo Bei's voice was light: "It's not about the material, it's because there should be no next time."
Hearing this, Feng Nai leaned against her and smiled: "Impossible."
Mo Bei reached out and touched his face: "I made you feel very insecure."
"It's not just that I don't feel safe." Feng Nai took the spray, peeled off the white bandage, and pressed her low magnetic voice against her ears: "There are other things, such as wanting to break you so much that you can only see in your eyes Look at me, and then listen to your hoarse begging for mercy."
Mo Bei is not a good girl who doesn't understand anything, she can hear the meaning of his words, the back of her ears are hot, something is in her eyes, and she can feel the strength from his fingertips.
He was administering medicine to her. His sideways handsome face was sharp-edged, with a persistent smile, charming and dangerous.
But the most obvious thing is his joy.
It was different from before, it was the joy that radiated from the eyes, as if he had finally locked the person he wanted to lock in the place he wanted to put.
The feeling can be addictive.
At the same time, it also allows him to expose his true nature more.
At first, Feng Nai was still scrupulous.
until after she threw the t-shirt...
Some things become irresistible. His dream was much worse than reality. In the dream, although she obediently made him unwilling to wake up.
But the reality will make him, not just want to break people.
Such a tall and straight figure, when kissed by him, did not change at all, but would hold his hand back.
Just the slight curvature of his back can make him think of many pictures.
I used to think that it was boring or boring, but everything connected with her seemed to become wonderful...
(end of this chapter)