The ace broker of superstar development

Chapter 27 Feng Ling's Small Abacus (1)
After saying this, Feng Ling quickly ran to the sofa and stared at Dong Meng, but the female general didn't squint her eyes to express her killing intent, but nodded indifferently.

"You're right, but since the matter can be solved with a beating, why should I waste my tongue."

In her previous life, whether it was in the temple or between the government and the public, including marching troops, Dong Meng had played enough with her brain.

Feng Ling coughed, and felt awkward no matter how he heard it. It stands to reason that children like us who were born under the red flag and grew up in Xintianguo, who received legal education since childhood, should be more normal in reverse.

Dongmeng and Fengling's "cohabitation" life is going on without any hassle, and the two of them seem to have gotten used to this kind of procedure. If one of them is going to come back first at night, maybe they can call the other party and ask if they need to bring something with them. A meal or a snack or drink.

The secretary of Feng's company showed a frightened expression when he noticed that the smiles on his boss's face were increasing.

Is this still the unsmiling president of his family?Is this still the awesome Feng Ling?Is this still the head of the Feng family, who was able to dispel both black and white by mentioning his name?
"Whatever you look at, get out and do something."

Feng Ling's eyebrows were cold, his secretary was really courageous, he dared to look at his face in a daze during working hours.

The secretary patted his chest in relief, yes, it's still him!

Feng Ling lowered his head and continued to deal with business, his beautiful thick eyebrows were slightly twitched, which gave Yuan Shan Daishui's cheeks a chilling look, a bit serious, but extraordinarily masculine and charming.

Han Xi, who came in, happened to see this scene, and the woman walked over lightly, clutching the throbbing red heart on her chest.

"Ling, I'll bring you some soup."

Han Xi called softly, the voice could squeeze out a handful of water, Feng Ling frowned a little: "Who let you in, didn't you knock on the door?"

The woman was quite aggrieved: "I, I knocked..."

Feng Ling snorted coldly, and knew in his heart that Han Xi didn't dare to lie to him. He blamed a certain woman, causing him to not concentrate on his work. Now his mind is full of her, but she, the person involved, doesn't know it.

Han Xi saw that the corners of Feng Ling's eyes softened a lot, and he just wanted to approach boldly, but was frozen in place by the man's eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

The woman was about to cry, and tightly hugged the high-end lunch box she was holding in her hands: "I am your fiancée, why can't I come to see you, this is the chicken soup that I spent three or four hours simmering on a low fire."

Feng Ling lowered his head and continued to deal with the business on the table, even unwilling to look at the other party.

"Put things down, let's go. Don't pretend to be my fiancee anymore. Last time I lied to me with the old man's body. I didn't ask you to settle accounts. How dare you come here?"

These words were extremely heartless, especially with the desperate expression on Han Xi's face, everyone would feel that Feng Ling was a heartless person, and if Bao Gong was here, it might be another good case.

But in Feng Ling's view, he was the victim. Such a scheming woman came out of nowhere, and the family members planned to make an arranged marriage first, and they didn't know what the idea was.

The expressions on Han Xi's face can make up a complete Qiong Yao drama, but the person sitting on the chair just doesn't look up at himself, making a bitter scene a self-directed and self-acted one-man show.

The woman sat helplessly on the sofa next to her, resorting to the policy of mourning: "Ling, even if you don't like me, at least try what I made for you. It took me three hours..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the other party, Feng Ling was finally willing to look up, but his eyes were full of impatience: "You will leave after I drink?"

The expression on Han Xi's face changed again, but he was defeated by Feng Ling's impatient eyes, and said dejectedly, "Okay."

The man opened the lunch box and took a sip of the chicken soup, a sneer immediately appeared on his face: "Miss Han is really good, the stewed chicken soup tastes the same as Feifeng Hotel."

Han Xi's face turned red. Didn't the chef of Feifeng Hotel cook this, but Feng Ling tasted it unexpectedly.

Seeing that it was meaningless to stay any longer, the woman gritted her teeth and stood up, ready to leave. Her high-heeled shoes dangling to the door, Han Xi suddenly turned her head and said, "Grandpa's [-]th birthday will be in a few days, so we have to go together anyway." Come on."

Feng Ling replied without raising his head: "I will go then, but not with you."

Han Xi sneered coldly: "Isn't it with my granddaughter-in-law who has been recognized as serious, but with that low-level manager?"

Feng Ling raised his head suddenly, his eyes seemed to be devouring: "What did you say?"

The woman put on a desperate posture: "What's the matter, haven't you been with her all this time? Dare to do it or not? But I have to remind you, President Feng, uncle and aunt probably won't accept a woman with her status. .”

Feng Ling stood up and walked towards Han Xi slowly. The woman almost had weak legs but forced herself to stand where she was. Especially every time the man took a step closer, Han Xi trembled more violently.

In the end, her complexion was almost flushed, and the woman's eyes were full of obsession. She raised her hand to touch Feng Ling's cheek, but the man held it firmly.

"Are you looking for someone to follow me?"

Feng Ling's face was full of tyranny, this stupid woman, she dared to do such a thing.

Han Xi trembled and didn't dare to say a word, the toughness just now was gone.

Feng Ling looked at it for a while, then gently opened Han Xi's wrist, sneered and raised his eyebrows: "You are not her, you can't even match her with a single finger."

If it had been Dongmeng standing in front of him just now, he might have greeted him before he got close, and would have beaten him up severely.

All these women around me look beautiful, but they are always like beautiful decorations, boring and tasteless!
Han Xi gritted his teeth, still unwilling to give up: "No matter how much better she is than me, my uncle and aunt will never accept her."

Feng Ling didn't bother to talk to Han Xi at all, raised his hand and threw the lunch box into the trash can: "But I will never accept you!"

Han Xi held his palm fiercely, and his slender and sharp nails pierced deeply into his palm.

The woman turned and left with a sinister smile on her lips.

Oh, I'd like to see how she can be better than me. If you have the ability, bring her at the banquet.

Dong Meng is currently serving as an art director in the crew, even including costumes, props and fighting postures.

Ren Ran sighed, this girl is definitely the best spokesperson for high cost performance, she can be a costume designer, props teacher and martial arts instructor by herself.

I don't know why Dongmeng has a lot of knowledge in these aspects at such a young age, and she has unique insights into horseback riding and fighting. Although she has not been on the set for a long time, she has given a lot of inspiration to director Ren who is good at filming mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas.

(End of this chapter)