"See the wind, see the wind."
Zhou Muqing also took a break after the conference call, two hours had passed since noon, Feng saw that there was no movement here, so he came to see her.
Her brows were tightly frowned, Zhou Muqing looked at the sweat on her forehead, and thought that she was having a nightmare, so he called her to wake her up.
Kazami heard someone calling her name, it seemed to be in a direction of light, in a vast expanse of whiteness, that might be the exit.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Zhou Muqing in front of her.
He was the one who woke her up, so he brought the ray of light. Did this dream tell her that she was destined to be with Zhou Muqing?
Kazami rubbed his eyes and sat up, "Why are you here?"
"Seeing that you haven't woken up, I came to see you because I was worried. Did you have a nightmare?"
The wind shook his head expressionlessly.
"No, I just had a random dream, which was quite exciting, so..."
She didn't continue to explain, she changed her clothes and followed Zhou Muqing out.
It was very cold outside, Feng Jian was wrapped in several layers like a bear, Zhou Muqing was also dressed much thicker than before, and suddenly he lost the appearance of the company president, like a tourist.
"It seems that the president also relies on dressing up."
Feng Jian looked Zhou Muqing up and down, then smiled, and the two walked in the snow.
"How do you say that?"
"You are usually very imposing in suits and leather shoes or when you are very formal. Now you come out to play with me and wrap yourself up like a bear. You don't look like a president, and your eyes have changed."
Zhou Muqing laughed when he heard this, "You are right, it all depends on the packaging."
"If you want to become someone, you have to package your appearance, your speech and behavior, your eyes, and even your heart."
Fengjian knew that Zhou Muqing was joking with himself.
"The inside of the packaging is a little strange."
Zhou Muqing shook his head, "It's not surprising, we just pack up what kind of person we are in our hearts, and then keep hinting to ourselves that we are that kind of person. If you don't believe me, try it?"
Kazami was puzzled for a moment, "Shall I try?"
She silently recited Zhou Muqing's name in her heart several times. If Zhou Muqing was in her heart, the world of feelings would be much simpler.
Fengjian insisted in his heart that Zhou Muqing was right.
When I looked at him again, I really had a little bit of surprise, but this kind of surprise couldn't last long.
Not even a few seconds.
"How about it?"
Zhou Muqing looked at Feng Jian expectantly.
Kazami's smile faded a little, and he said slowly, "Psychological hints do have some effect."
"Then you will hint a little more about me in the future..."
He didn't continue his words, Fengjian nodded clearly, "I'll try my best, it depends on your performance."
After all, it's a trip for two people, even if Feng Jian has any thoughts in his heart, he won't express it on the face, he wants to leave a good side for both of them, so she cooperates with Zhou Muqing's thoughts and requests.
After the two of them walked for a certain distance, Feng Jian felt a little cold, Zhou Muqing immediately arranged a car to pick them up, and then they arrived at a large park with a cathedral in the center.
The exterior of the church is red and white, and red bricks are mostly used. It looks like a very solemn and solemn old building in our own country. It's just a one-story church, about a dozen stories high.
Kazami looked up at the church, "This church seems to have a history of a hundred years."