"I think that with your conditions, if you can participate, you will definitely debut. Even if you can't get the C position, the top three should still be OK. These things should not be told to you, but you just saw them, and I didn't want to hide them from you. What did you think?"

Originally, Cheng Yuan was an employee, and as the boss, he didn't need to ask him for his opinion, and it was not necessary, but Feng Ning somehow wanted to ask him.

Cheng Yuan was silent for a long time, so long that Feng Ning thought he was unwilling to do so, so he planned to express his objection with silence. Cheng Yuan spoke, his voice was light and Feng Ning was still a short distance away from him, but Cheng Yuan's voice could clearly reach her ears, and the volume of each word was infinitely amplified.

"I'm not like him."

Feng Ning was stunned for a moment, thinking that Cheng Yuan didn't want to participate in the show. She had just thought about the words of persuasion in her heart, but she didn't expect that the point he cared about was this. Feng Ning looked at him in a silence. She blinked gently, and after a few seconds, she squeezed out a few words from her throat and said with some difficulty: "I don't mean that."

"I'm not saying you look like him, I just think you two have some similarities in appearance, after all, beautiful things are similar. If you don't like them, then I won't say them. You are all unique individuals. No one looks like anyone else. Can you understand what I mean, right?"

Cheng Yuan lowered his head, his bangs covered his eyes, looked down on his face, and could only hear a dull voice: "I don't understand."

I don't want to understand either.

Then he turned around and walked towards the kitchen, leaving Feng Ning who was at a loss.

She sighed deeply. After all, she was a few years older than him, and it was inevitable that there was a generation gap with him. Moreover, Cheng Yuan's personality was already cold, and she felt uncomfortable with her recently when she got closer to herself.

A 20-year-old boy doesn't like being said to look like anyone else, nor does he like having the shadow of others on his body. Feng Ning doesn't care. What she cares about is that Cheng Yuan must participate in this show. Whether he is angry or depressed now, he must finally calm down and participate in the show with Meng Chuan.

I hope he can think about it himself. Only her brother can do things like a substitute lover. He has no interest or energy. Feng Ning fell back on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and his mind began to become dazed.

Cheng Yuan closed the door and stood against the kitchen wall. His eyes looked into the yard through the window. Feng Ning liked flowers and plants and planted a lot in the yard. Although it was already autumn and winter, there were still large areas of flowers in full bloom, but it was destroyed by the recent heavy rains. Cheng Yuan felt that his heart was like these petals, hanging alone on the branches, and he didn't know when it would fall.

Mixed with rain and soil, it was knocked down by a heavy rain that would come again and became broken.

Will Feng Ning know what she is thinking? Will she care about her true thoughts? In her heart, is she just an ordinary employee or is she different from others? Cheng Yuan closed his eyes and felt the wind blowing in through the window, quickly sweeping his whole body. He could only try his best to lean against this wall, just like a drowning person holding the last life-saving straw, wanting to demand temporary comfort.

Because of his different identities, he didn't even have the right to ask more questions. What qualifications do he have to ask about Feng Ning's ideas and decisions?

While inspecting the soup in the pot, Cheng Yuan wandered around the world. He remembered what Feng Ning had just said, sometimes he remembered Feng Ning's attitude towards Meng Chuan, and sometimes he remembered her that she was very similar to Meng Chuan.

With a "ding dong" sound, Cheng Yuan was startled and realized that his soup was ready. He hurriedly opened the lid, and the fragrance of the ribs drifted out, filling the entire kitchen with fragrance. Cheng Yuan took out a spoon and scooped a spoon to try the taste. The soup was delicious, crystal clear and thick, and the fragrance rushed straight into his nose. Although he was still irritated, Cheng Yuan still wanted to do his best to prepare the meal, although his mood no longer had the initial joy.

He cooked a few dishes today and stewed pork ribs and vegetable soup. Time came a little before he knew it. There was no movement in the living room. Cheng Yuan was struggling for a while, but he opened the door and walked out. There was only Feng Ning's computer on the sofa, but the person was gone. Cheng Yuan thought that Feng Ning had just gone to the room to rest and didn't care. He planned to set up the food before calling her.

The door of the room was not locked, Cheng Yuan knocked it lightly, but there was no response. He hesitated for a moment, pulled up his voice and said, "Feng Ning, are you resting? You can have a meal. Can I come in?"

No one responded.

Cheng Yuan: "Then I'm in."
Chapter completed!