Liu Zhizhong, driving the Big Lao back to the company to see Feng Xiaoyue, was still in a state of inexplicable excitent.
This excitent, perhaps, stemd from longing, a desire for spiritual need and attention.
After all, from his perspective, she was a confidante of considerable depth and courage, a beautiful woman worth getting to know—and the knowing was very pleasant.
In his dealings with Feng Xiaoyue, Liu Zhizhong never felt much pressure; everything was natural, smooth as silk.
If one were to look at their business cooperation, it was pleasantly collaborative, moving forward with unified hearts, almost flawlessly so.
The interactions between these two talented young people were always telepathic, ingeniously harmonious.
In terms of life experiences, Liu Zhizhong thought this was a perfect form.
But beyond the excitent, there was a faint lancholy.
Xiang Wenhua's infatuation with Feng Xiaoyue, that needed no expression.
Qian Xuan's deep affection and recognition for Liu Zhizhong, undeniable.
It's just that Brother Xuan, that weirdo, has given such an abnormal task, it seed impossible not to do it.
That was the source of Liu Zhizhong's lancholy, sigh~~~~
At the end of the day, driving the car, he still sped all the way, arriving at the company in less than fifteen minutes.
He parked in the basent, took the elevator directly up to the Xinghai Entertainnt Headquarters floor, and stepped out right next to the President's office.
My goodness, at this ti, Yang Bingbing was waiting for Liu Zhizhong in person in the lounge outside the President's office—the reception area.
Yang Bingbing remained charming and sexy, a picture of professional efficiency in her black silk skirt, light makeup, and an alluring aura.
Her sexy figure exuded an aloof maturity and fullness that stirred n's hearts; seeing her made Liu Zhizhong want to pin her down on the couch!
Yang Bingbing greeted him with a calm, gracious smile, rising to her feet, saying lightly, "Mr. Zhizhong, have you arrived?"
So formal, so polite, perfection!
Liu Zhizhong responded with a slight smile, nodding his head, "Yes, President Yang. Is Director Feng inside?"
"Mm, she's inside! Are you going in yourself, or should I take you?"
Yang Bingbing's smile, so warm, made Liu Zhizhong feel like he was basking in spring breeze.
Liu Zhizhong chuckled: "I'll go in myself, don't trouble yourself."
After speaking, he leaned into Yang Bingbing, inhaling her fragrant scent, and whispered, "Is she doing okay?"
Yang Bingbing's heartbeat suddenly quickened as she whispered back, "She's fine, just a bit haggard. Go on, comfort her."
"Alright, I'm headed in."
"Mm, go on!"
After Yang Bingbing spoke, she planted a swift kiss on Liu Zhizhong's face, then withdrew.
Liu Zhizhong stood astonished, as she covered her red lips and looked out the window, her expression one of irresistible impulse followed by restraint, yet with a touch of shyness, ha ha...
Such a beautiful woman—Liu Zhizhong couldn't help but want to pull her into his embrace and shower her with affection!
Yang Bingbing's feelings for him were evident, tiless as the heavens and the earth!
As a man, how could his heart not ripple with pride?
Nevertheless, seeing Feng Xiaoyue was the priority, so Liu Zhizhong quickly reined in his wandering thoughts, straightened his shirt collar, and assud a very formal and proper deanor before knocking on the President's office door.
Quickly, Feng Xiaoyue's voice ca from the delicate horizontal speaker above the door, "Please co in, Mr. Zhizhong!"
Liu Zhizhong then gently pushed open the door, walking into the familiar office styled with African desert and savannah flair, also recalling those beautiful monts on that large sofa with Yang Bingbing.
However, a glance at the large sofa revealed the haggard figure of Feng Xiaoyue, causing his heart to twist suddenly...
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