Chapter 1864

Seeing that it was getting late, Feng Shaojin retracted her slender and straight legs resting on the car window, sat up straight, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and the car flew out.

His life took a turning point from tonight, those wild words that still lingered in his ears during the day, in the rest of his life, they crazily returned to himself, slapping his face......

After a long time, whenever Feng Shaojin recalled the scene at this moment, he would think that if he hadn't attended this banquet for Feng Shaoqing, if the person who attended this banquet was Feng Shaoqing or Feng Yichen.

Will there not be so many entanglements and fetters?

But it is impossible to have what ifs in this world, so ask yourself, if you do it all over again and know the final result, Feng Shaojin will still not regret his first meeting with Mo Lingwei.

To be exact, it was his first meeting alone.

The heart that had been silent for twenty years throbbed for the first time.

Like the faint epiphyllum at midnight, it blooms in an instant.

It's more like a farewell party than a banquet.

There are more and more young people coming to Western countries to study. They are strangers in a foreign land alone. When they first arrive, they will inevitably feel lonely. There are special people to match up and bring these people together to help each other and learn together.

Every time after graduation, there are brothers and sisters who want to return to China, and these people will find time to come and see them off.

Those who can go to Western countries to study are young men and women from relatively good families. Although Feng Shaojin doesn't like this kind of occasion very much, but the family background of the Feng family is just the time to seek talents, and people who want to cultivate themselves , Digging out the people you want from these young people is the best way.

Feng Shaojin went there very early, sitting in a dark corner, with an aura of not getting close to strangers all over his body, watching the scene of reluctantly parting while talking about parting in the interlaced scene with cold eyes, he just felt that it was too much boring.

He looked on coldly, there was no one he liked.

He has a cold temperament, different from Feng Shaoqing, and he rarely participates in such occasions, and has an almost instinctive rejection of men and women who come to strike up a conversation.

After drinking for three rounds, the waiter shuttled back and forth in the lobby carrying the tray.

Some people are slightly drunk, some people are getting drunk.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Feng Shaojin was about to get up and leave, when there was a commotion at the entrance of the lobby, and indistinct voices of discussion reached his ears.

Feng Shaojin was not interested at all, as if he didn't know it, he walked out with long legs.

Young and energetic men and women gathered together, blocking his way, Feng Shaojin had to stay away from the crowd and look up.

A slender woman in a plain cheongsam, with black hair hanging down her back, stood in front of today's protagonist, Jiang Huaisheng, and handed him a stack of drawing paper: "Senior brother, I don't know what gift to give you, so I will give you a present." I picked out a set of painting tools and painted these oil paintings for you, I hope you like them."

The sound of the spring sound like a ding-dong, crisp and sweet, but also revealing a natural softness, very pleasant to hear.

Jiang Huaisheng took the painting utensils and oil paintings, looked at the woman in front of him with a pair of slightly drunken eyes, and smiled cheerfully but forbearably: "Thank you, I thought you wouldn't come over tonight."

"Senior brother is going back to China, how could I not come to see you off? For more than half a year, thank you brother for your care and guidance. It's just that I had an operation with Mr. Bai tonight, and it ended a little late. I came here in a hurry. Senior brother, please forgive me." Mo Lingwei raised her eyes to look at him, and smiled brightly, like a spirit stone thrown into the lake of her heart.

Jiang Huaisheng looked at her steadfastly, the suppressed emotion in his heart was catalyzed by drunkenness, turned into a torrent, and was about to pour out...