Chapter 1809

Obviously not the same person, but the young man in white in front of him suddenly reminds Fengchu song of the young national teacher respected by thousands of people.

The same temperament,

Thinking of this, Fengchu song couldn't help humming coldly: "didn't you hear what I asked you?"

The boy looked sideways and his voice was clear and indifferent: "it seems that Miss Laifeng doesn't have a good consciousness. If you speak at such a high volume, others won't hear you?"

Feng Chuge choked, but she rarely didn't answer back, because she paid more attention to another thing: "then you are also a modern man, aren't you?"

"What is modern?" ran Bai lowered her eyes, with a faint arc on her lips. She asked carelessly, and her voice had no emotion.

"You don't have to play! I already know!" Feng Chuge doesn't believe that the ice and snow Youth Association in front of him is not a modern man.

If it's not modern people, who made those novel designs?

"If Miss Feng really thinks Gushi," the young man leaned aside and said coldly, "I have nothing to do."

Feng Chuge looked at ran Bai suspiciously,

All modern people,

There should be a reaction to modern times,

Why didn't the man react at all?

Isn't it really

No way, it must be!

"To be honest, I also come from modern times." Feng Chuge said while staring at ranbai: "we both come from another time and space. We should work together in this alien world, right?"

Dyed white tapped the desktop gently with one hand. It was rhythmic. I didn't know what I was thinking.

Before ranbai answered, he saw a slender and handsome figure at the door. The boy picked a delicate and beautiful eyebrow and his eyes fell on the man.

Li Mo glanced directly over Feng Chu's song and fell on ran Bai. He smiled and asked, "isn't it convenient?"

"No." ranbai denied, "come on, come in."

Li Mo smiled. He walked in, looked at the teacup held by ranbai, took it away from ranbai, and whispered, "we'll have dinner later."

Ranbai just looked at him and didn't say anything, but she just said well.

Feng Chuge's puzzled eyes fell on the handsome and precious man,

Who is this man?

But Fengchu song really doesn't want to pay attention to this now. She is full of satisfaction and devotes herself to the modern thing.

Looking at the young man with a clear temperament, he completely ignored his meaning. Feng Chuge bit his teeth and said with a temper: "can you let outsiders out first? I have business opportunities to talk to you."

Dye Bai didn't even look at Feng Chu's song. She said in a low voice, "he's not an outsider."

When Li Mo heard the young National Teacher's words, he bent his eyes, and the radian of the corner of his lips was deeper.

Feng Chuge pursed her lips, some angry and white, and didn't give face.

But thinking of the purpose of coming this time, Feng Chuge's eyes darkened. He put the drawing on the table, dyed it white, raised his chin, and looked arrogant: "what? These are my designs. We can cooperate, can't we?"

Dye Bai glanced at her casually and tutted.

"My father! Fengchu song is stealing pictures! These are the designs that modern well-known designers want! She didn't draw them herself!"

"Well, I know." ran Bai smiled at Feng Luo.

Partial eyes hooked the lip angle. The youth's temperament was clear and indifferent, like a touch of snow, clean and alienated. When laughing, it was like a clear wind and bright moon, which was amazing at a glance.

The color of Li Mo's eyes was deep. His quiet side blocked Feng Chuge's vision of dyeing white. His beautiful hand with distinct bony joints casually took the boy's hand and clasped his fingers.