To You, My Beloved

Mr. Feng originally laughed very openly, and gradually became a little solidified, and then gathered it back little by little. When there was no slight smile on his face, Tang Shi gently pulled the corners of his lips and bloomed. With a smile that was not a smile, he still sat in the seat, looking at Mr. Feng, and said in a clear voice: "Uncle Feng, please sit down."

Mr. Feng and Feng Yiyi sat down opposite to Tang Shi, probably because Tang Shi was too cold just now, and the atmosphere in the box seemed a bit stagnant.

Tang Shi looked like a okay person. He picked up the teapot on the table, poured three cups of tea, and pushed the first cup in front of Mr. Feng: "Uncle Feng, drink tea."

The expression on Mr. Feng's face only relaxed slightly: "Thank you."

Tang Shi bends the corners of his lips without speaking, and pushes the second cup of tea in front of Feng Yiyi. Then, he raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at Feng Yiyi, and said two words: "Drink tea ."

Since the incident in the Red Garden, Feng Yiyi and Tang Shibian have never had any intersection. She has always thought that she was in Tang Shi's place, completely hopeless.

However, I never thought that the Secretary-General called today and asked her to accompany her father to meet Tang Shi, saying that she hadn't seen him for a long time, reminiscing about the past.

Reminiscing about the past... These three words are like a spring rain, spilling on her long-withered heart, making her heart beating again.

Feng Yiyi stretched out his hand, holding the cup of tea that Tang Shi personally poured for himself, pressed the excitement in his heart, lowered his eyes, and said softly and softly, "Thank you Brother Shi."

Tang Shi did not answer the conversation, nor did he show any dissatisfaction on his face because Feng Yiyi shouted "Brother Shi". He just picked up the last cup of tea, took a quick sip, then put down the teacup and brought himself. The cooperation case that came was pushed to Mr. Feng, and he said straightforwardly: “This is a contract. Mr. Feng will see if there are any problems.”

When the contract was formulated, the two companies had communicated with the person in charge, and the electronic version was also browsed online. It was printed out when it was confirmed that there was no problem, and the final formal process was followed, so there would be no problems with the contract, but Feng Zong looked through the contract in a symbolic way, and then Mr. Feng raised his head and said to Tang Shi: "Ashi, I hope that the cooperation between Feng's enterprise and Shengtang enterprise will be as pleasant as ever."

Tang Shi bent his lips, did not speak, and leaned back on the sofa with a slightly lazy expression: "Uncle Feng has made more and more money in recent years."

Mr. Feng smiled and said, "That's not the blessing of the Tang Dynasty."

"How can it be the blessing of the Tang Dynasty, it is Feng Shu's ability." Tang Shi smiled, his eyes floated to Feng Yiyi's face, and he said in a relaxed tone: "The salary that the Tang Dynasty gave Yiyi, how can Let Yiyi sell 200,000..."

Tang Shi insisted on the last two words as if deliberately: "US dollars."

From Tang Shi’s lazy tone, it was really impossible to tell what he was thinking in his heart, but it made people feel like they were chatting at home. Mr. Feng put down the pen he was planning to sign, and smiled at his side. Feng Yiyi of Feng Yiyi said, without the slightest blaming words: "Yiyi has really been spoiled by me over the years, spending money indiscriminately, how can I marry someone like this?"

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