After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

The two little white faces seemed to unite and wanted to pry at the corner of the old man.

Luo Fei felt suitable to sit idly by.

However, when I saw Yan Ge and the two little white faces were very close, he suddenly felt that, as the son of the old man, he should not look at the old man with a pile of green grass on his head and remain indifferent.

However, apparently the old man did not have such a vicious look, and he smiled and patted the shoulders of the two little white faces, indicating that he would have time to come home and sit together.

As Luo Fei sat silently at the table and looked coldly at everything around him, Yan Ge brought a glass of wine and walked to him: "Thank you for the flower you just sent, I like it very much."

Luo Fei felt that she should be polite and smiled at her and encouraged or praised her.

But with a stretched face, I couldn't laugh and couldn't encourage it.

After all, she is not his sister now, but one of his little stepmothers.

So after a long while, under her gaze, she only said indifferently: "Oh."

A moment later added: "It was picked by the old man."

She laughed, pursing her lips, her eyes bright and bright: "The old man knows me quite well."

She drew heavy makeup, very strong makeup.

However, it is not obtrusive, nor does she seem old-fashioned, but it gives a feeling that she is very delicate and elegant.

He met her with a smile, but didn't know what he should say.

After returning to China for so long, every time I watched her drunk from the car late at night, it was the first time I met her so closely.

I was looking forward to speaking a few words to her, but I was really face to face, but I didn't know what to say.

In the end, it was just one sentence: "Happy birthday."

She didn't reply "thank you", but smiled slightly as she heard a funny joke.

With a smile, he reached out and patted his shoulder: "There are a lot of girls in my company. Think about what you like, and I will introduce you next time."

Before he responded, she turned and smiled and chatted happily with the people at the other table.

Luo Feiyu stared at her back, he didn't know why she smiled, and he didn't know how she said that.

After a while, the old man called him and asked him when he had time, the first annual meeting in her company, and the old man asked him to go to the platform together.

Luo Fei did not want to go, but agreed.

After I went there, I saw the two little white faces again.

When the two little white faces met the old man, they both smiled forward and greeted the old man. Luo Fei looked aside and felt that the smiles of the two little white faces were really bad.

When I saw her, I realized that her makeup looks more refined than that of her birthday, and the whole person also has a strong and powerful look.

She is nothing like before.

Why are those two little white-faced ones still sticking to her?

Especially the old man.

Doesn't the old man just like a soft girl and hate a business woman the most? Why are you so precious to her today?

After a circle at the annual meeting, boring Luo Fei, his eyes fell on the words with the old man holding hands.

In such a banquet of handsome men and women, she is still the brightest one.

After reflecting that his gaze fell on her for a long time, he hurriedly retracted his gaze and went to the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom, I didn't enter the banquet room again, but went to the door to blow hair.