Feng Ling said expressionlessly: "Mr. Ain's cold joke is not funny."
Ain chuckled: "Then what if I really dance?"
Feng Ling glanced at him coldly: "Then just jump, I won't stop you."
"Tsk, you are really..." Ain really loved and hated her temper. In the end, he could only feel itchy at the root of his teeth, although he wanted to take the person into his arms and give him a good kiss to let him know that he was She is not that good-tempered or patient, but due to her temper, she still knows not to get too close, otherwise she will only push people further away.
They entered the elevator that only senior managers of the bank building could take, so it was smooth all the way up to the top of the 70th floor without stopping.
After the elevator arrived, Ain smiled lightly as he watched Feng Ling reach out and make a gesture of invitation.
Feng Ling didn't know why, so she walked out directly. After stepping out of the elevator, she saw that there was a small staircase of about ten floors to the rooftop, so she walked directly over.
The moment I walked up the stairs to the rooftop, I saw that the open space in the middle of the nearly 1,000-square-meter rooftop was covered with red roses. They were not petals, but fresh red roses. There was also a pattern made of white roses in the middle. Huge huge heart shape.
Feng Ling's steps immediately stopped.
Ain walked behind her: "I know this way does seem very tacky, but according to my observation, your experience and everything about you are very simple. This way of expression can't be more tacky. I don't know." I can’t catch my eye, but at least I’m sincere. If I can get even a little bit of your heartbeat, I’m willing to pave the entire street with flowers.”
Feng Ling: "..."
Ain walked up to her and looked down at her silent expression: "I have invited you so many times, but you still refuse to have dinner with me. Since you are here today, why don't you just have dinner here together?"
Feng Ling turned to look at him: "Mr. Ain, I think I should tell you..."
"No need to say anything first." He reached out and took hold of her wrist. When Feng Ling subconsciously wanted to take his hand out, he held it tightly and looked at her firmly: "At least, before you return to the United States, I always want to leave something in your heart, even a little trace, so that at least if I chase you to the United States, I will still have a reason to see you."
Feng Ling was led by him into the large field of roses in front of him, walking on a small path in the middle until he saw an exquisite table in front of him. At this moment, Ain pressed a hidden bell on the table. Immediately afterwards, someone brought exquisite and luxurious-looking carved candles and various exquisite restaurants from various countries, all of which were placed on the table.
After those people filled the table, Ain motioned for them to go down, until only the two of them were left here. He walked over and pulled out a chair on the side, gesturing for her to come and sit down with his eyes.
The only pursuits that Feng Ling had ever experienced were Li Nanheng's pure straight-male style of "I like you and I'm going to fix you". Not to mention roses paving the way and candlelight dinners, the man didn't even have a decent flower. Li Nanheng had given her a cabin in the jungle, but it was later burned down.
As for other temptations and pursuits, they were all just a simple liking. At that time, Chen Beiqing only gave them a bouquet of flowers every day, but they were all rejected by her. She didn't even take a second look at them.
She didn't have much experience in relationships, so even though this scene seemed really tacky, it was her first time.
Seeing Feng Ling standing still, Ain turned around and pressed her shoulders directly, pushing her to sit on the chair: "You're already here, give me some face, if you leave now, my grand battle will be All the employees in this building have seen it, you must save some face for me."
Feng Ling didn't say anything, just sat there, looking at the candles on the table, and then at the nearly a thousand square meters of roses spread around his feet. He didn't need to think about it to know that these flowers were very expensive, not to mention there were so many of them spread out.
Ain saw that she seemed to be willing to compromise, so he didn't resist too much. Although she seemed uncomfortable in her silence, it was a good start after all.
He smiled and sat across from her. After cutting the medium-rare steak that was just served, he directly pushed the steak on the plate in front of her, and then took the untouched plate in front of her to his side. Cut patiently.
Feng Ling watched his movements: "Mr. Ain, I really don't know how to respond to your great kindness, but you should know my attitude all the time. Even if I don't say it, you also know it."
"It's clear." Ain cut the steak patiently: "But after all, you are still single, and I have the right to pursue you. I didn't expect that I can win your heart just like today, but there is a saying in China, sincerity. When gold and stone are opened, as time goes by, one day I will find your breakthrough."
Feng Ling did not eat the steak that was cut in front of him, but only glanced at the goblet next to him, which had already been filled with red wine.
Picking up the wine glass and shaking it in her hand, she chuckled: "If my life hadn't changed so dramatically since I was one year old, maybe these are things I should have experienced many years ago, flowers, red wine , a life so luxurious that you don’t have to worry about food and clothing, beautiful dresses and expensive shoes and bags... "
"It's a pity, Mr. Iron, that you don't know much about my past." She said softly: "Although I am indeed the daughter of the American Feng family, in my eyes, a random rose here is enough for my past. I have a full meal, and I am very touched by such a luxurious and high-profile way, but at the same time I am touched and feel distressed. These are not suitable for me, so please don’t do it again in the future."
Ain stopped cutting the steak and looked up at her. He saw that Feng Ling just took a sip of red wine after finishing speaking and had no intention of eating.
"Sent has said something about you, but he obviously doesn't know much about you." Ain put down the knife and fork in his hand, picked up the wet wipes on the side and wiped his hands: "Mind telling me about your past. What?"
Feng Ling raised his lips: "There's nothing to say."
"If you don't want to say it, it means you have no intention of opening your heart to me." Ain looked at her with emotion: "How can I pry your heart open and how can I see your world clearly?" What are the things in it? How can a well-behaved girl be able to reject someone thousands of miles away and reject her so completely, even if it is to play hard to get, but you have never done that at all."
Feng Ling smiled lightly again and took another sip of red wine. After all, this was a rooftop. It was autumn weather, and the wind seemed to be blowing. The wind blew from nowhere, and the hair behind her shoulders was slightly messy and tangled. In the neck.