The car drove into the underground garage of a magnificent club. Wang Hai took her to the top floor by taking the elevator, and he reminded him with concern: "Remember, be smart and don't talk nonsense. I've asked, Mr. Feng likes you like this. As long as you are smart and don't make mistakes, you will most likely make him like you."

An Lan was just silent about Wang Hai's words, and she didn't want to be attracted by that man at all.

In Lan Xin's memory, she didn't know how Wang Hai got along with the mysterious president.

But after hearing the news, she asked about a lot of news privately, thinking that the biggest chance would be Feng Yu.

She had heard about Feng Yu. The Feng Group has grown stronger in recent years, and it is all thanks to Feng Yu. His value has reached a new level and has become the target of the imperial city celebrities scrambled to compete for.

In order to stay by his side, many celebrities are willing to demote themselves and become his lover.

However, in the end, they were all turned away by Feng Yu.

It is rumored that after his wife died, he had never touched any woman. He devoted himself to work day and night, which made the Feng family reach its current scale.

I heard that he has done many incredible things.

Create a crystal coffin to collect the body of his wife, spend a lot of money to find the master of his soul, and want to meet his deceased wife.

What's more, he said that he had found the soul of his deceased wife and sealed her in a string of Buddhist beads, wearing them day and night on his hands and never leaving them.

Feng Yu, who is rich and powerful and affectionate, was named infatuated.

As he thought about it, the elevator had reached the top floor. He lowered his voice and said, "Remember to please Mr. Feng, and winning his favor is the key. Lan Xin, after staying in the entertainment industry for so long, you should know how to be a human being, don't let me down!"

An Lan did not comment, followed him indifferently and walked towards the deepest corridor.

Wang Hai knocked on the door a few times, but received no response. He carefully opened the door and led An Lan in.

The lights in the private room were dim and deserted, and seemed to have no popularity at all.

After An Lan glanced at him, his eyes fell on the man on the sofa.

Feng Yu half leaned against the sofa and looked at them sideways.

He lowered his head slightly, playing with the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and gently brushed his slender hands, gentle and affectionate, as if the Buddhist beads were the ones he loved deeply.

An Lan narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at him with cold eyes. The string of Buddhist beads was given to him many years ago.

That was when she went to Tibet for a trip and invited him at a Buddhist temple. She only wished to pray for his safety and health.

Now, when she saw him gently caressing the string of Buddhist beads, she felt extremely ironic.

Everyone was dead, and she looked like she was as deep as the sea of ​​love. She just wanted to vomit when she saw it!

Wang Hai took two steps forward, bowed and called out with a flattering look on his face.

"Mr. Feng, I have brought you the person you want."

Feng Yu had no reaction and didn't even raise his eyelids.

Her deep eyes looked at the Buddhist beads, as if she was looking at An Lan. Her every frown and smile occupied all his thoughts, senses, and external affairs could not arouse his interest at all.

Seeing that he had been playing with Buddhist beads, Wang Hai couldn't help but speak again when he thought of rumors from the outside world: "Mr. Feng, isn't this string of Buddhist beads given by Mrs. Zun? I've long heard that Mr. Feng and his wife have a deep affection and have been thinking about their deceased wife for so many years."

"However, the dead are gone, and people still have to live. Maybe Mrs. Zun has changed her way to stay by your side. I think Lan Xin is sent by Mrs. Zun to you. Look, how much she looks like Mrs. Zun."

Feng Yu's lips moved when he heard this, and a look of disdain flashed across his eyes.

No one in this world can compare with An Lan, even if he is a stunning person in the world, he is not as good as An Lan.

Thinking of it, he finally moved.

Feng Yu turned around, the light shining on his handsome face, his cold eyes as cold as obsidian, and he looked at Lan Xin without any emotion.

The moment he met Feng Yu's sight, An Lan couldn't help but shivered.

For many days and nights, she longed to see this face and eyes.

Now, after a few years, she saw him again, in addition to the resentment in her heart, she also felt a little reluctant to avoid it.
Chapter completed!