Mo Jue didn't see a person who matched his aesthetics from head to toe until he was twenty-nine, one month away from the legendary age of becoming a magician.
Feng Qihan is currently the president of Feng Group.
Visually, he is over 1.8 Meters tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, and a lean physique. At first glance, he looks thin when dressed and muscular when undressed.
His face was also oriented, with deep and clear outlines. He obviously had a pair of passionate peach blossom eyes, but his eyes were extremely indifferent, and there was a tear mole at the end of the eye.
What's more important is the pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of Yingting's nose, which perfectly accentuates this man's ascetic and cold temperament!
Mo Jue's eyes lit up when she saw him for the first time.
This... This is simply dancing on his XP!
In an instant, Mo Jue suffered from an occupational disease, and countless indescribable plots flashed through his mind - stories about gold masters, forced love, love between humans and animals, fairy tales about masters, stories about substitutes and dog-blood abuse, and so on.
But... It seems like none of them are used in reality.
After countless failed attempts to strike up a conversation, Mo Jue was mistaken for a Taiwanese singer in a bar due to an accident, and was even stalked by a scumbag.
Fortunately, Mr. Feng showed up in time to save the beauty. He grabbed his hand and said with a cold face: "You, come with me."
Mo Jue was fascinated by this face for a while, and it took him a long time to react.
Oh... It turns out you want to play this trick.
Oh, if I had told you earlier, it would have cost me so long.
Very good, let me personally compose a great love story between the canary and the gold owner!
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Feng Qihan recognized at first sight that the person who sang "animal" on stage and pushed the stage atmosphere to a climax, and seemed to be having a lot of fun, was the author he had liked for more than ten years.
He watched quietly as this man, who was almost thirty but insisted on saying that he had just graduated from college with a baby face, cried in front of him that "life is not easy and pursuing dreams is difficult."
A pair of beautiful big eyes were dazzling, and the words "please take me in, please take care of me" were almost written on her face.
I was urging you to update your novel last night, and now you tell me that you have no job?
My company just signed a million-level copyright with you last month, and now you tell me that you are too poor to rent a house?
You act, and I will watch you act quietly.
My eyes are nearsighted because of your (novel)!
Who knows your tricks better than me!
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A week after they officially met, President Feng proposed living together.
Mo Jue looked very reserved: "Isn't this good? Isn't it too fast?"
Mr. Feng glanced at him lightly: "Not happy."
Inner OS: In your novel, marriage comes first and love comes later, and everything goes to sea. What does this mean?
Mo Jue looked aggrieved and pointed her fingers: "Why are you always so cold~"
Mr. Feng came close to him, bit his lips and kissed him, his face still looking cold and paralyzed: "Am I cold?"
Inner OS: You can clearly see your preferences from the characters you write. The facial expression is 70% of the standard cold and indifferent male character, and 30% of the gentle and considerate classic male duo. In almost every article, there is a forced plot of whether to welcome or reject.
When Green Tea came, Mo Jue pretended to be heartbroken: "Do you only think of me as a substitute?"
Alarm bells suddenly rang in Mr. Feng's mind. He thought of a series of car accidents, amnesia, and the bloody pursuit of his wife at the crematorium. He felt like he would become paralyzed and cry behind bars the next second, but he still had to maintain his cold persona: "I don't know him."
I really don't know him! Who is this person! Wife, you have to believe me!
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Later, Mo Jue was holding a lollipop in her mouth, feeling a little sad in her heart, and seriously thinking about whether she was overturned now.
#I am in the troposphere and you are in the stratosphere. We both belong to the atmosphere, but you are above me. #
On the surface, the cold and abstinent CEO is actually an awkward girl with glasses and sex drama. She has a white hair, a black man and a woman, and a pair of waistcoats. The writer suffers.
Next year strong
It's just a light-hearted rant, not too long, not abusive, sweet, no plot, just a fun read. The author let himself go to practice stand-up comedy.
There are no mines at the moment. If there are mines, we will sort them out.
There are thousands of good articles in Jinjiang, but if it doesn't work, let's change it!
The author would be grateful if you could leave your valuable comments.
The copy was left in 2021.9 And has been screenshotted
Intention: Since ancient times, true love has been passed down forever, and it has become a routine when it is passed down.
