Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

In the a808 box of the East Gate Club, Murong Sheng was sitting on the sofa drinking wine alone. He was not sure whether An Ting would come, but he did not call to urge An Ting again, but waited silently. Until five o'clock in the morning, An Ting still didn't come.

Murong Sheng unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, then picked up his cell phone and called the driver, who then asked the driver to take him back to the hotel to wash up.

After taking a shower, Murong Sheng immediately called Youna and asked Youna to inform him of his itinerary.

Youna knew that Murong Sheng had not rested all night last night, so she asked worriedly: "President, you have not rested all night, do you want to..."

"When will my time be yours?"

"Okay, you have three cross-country meetings in the morning."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Murong Sheng called An Ting directly without hesitation, but An Ting did not answer his call.

Murong Sheng looked at the phone screen and said calmly: "Are you rejecting me?"

Murong Sheng came to the company. He told Yuna one thing before the meeting. He said: "Ask everyone in the company who has been confessed to and what kind of confession ceremony they like."

Yuna was stunned for a moment, "Didn't you say you won't be a third party?"

"I am the pursuer now, not the third party."

Yuna was speechless.

"Okay, I'll go investigate right away."

Murong Sheng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked down at the street scene with his dark blue eyes. He thought to himself that maybe the previous confession was too careless and made An Ting feel that it was not sincere, so he would change it. A more sincere approach.

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In addition to going to the studio to film, An Ting would go back to the hotel to rest every day. The two o'clock and the first line had never changed. On this day, as soon as he returned to the hotel, he saw the receptionist walking towards him and asked: "Is this Mr. An Ting?"

"I am, what's the matter?"

"It's like this, our hotel is holding an event, it's in the restaurant on the third floor. I hope you can go there, help taste the dishes, and then give us your valuable opinions on the hotel."

An Ting saw that the other party was so polite and courteous, so he couldn't refuse so he agreed. Anyway, he just went back to the room to watch TV out of boredom.

An Ting came to the restaurant on the third floor of the hotel. He thought there would be many people coming to participate in the event, but when he walked into the restaurant, he found that besides the staff, he was the only customer in the entire restaurant.

An Ting walked over and asked the staff, "Are there any activities going on here?"

"Are you Mr. An Ting?"

"um, yes."

"Mr. An, please come over here." The waiter politely led An Ting to the dining table by the floor-to-ceiling window. She said, "Mr. An, please sit here for a while. Our dishes will be served soon."

An Ting looked around and realized that it didn't look like there was any activity going on here at all, but instead it looked like...

System 198: "It looks very much like the scene of a confession ceremony."

An Ting said nothing, but he still had a rough idea in his mind.

System 198: "I think Murong Sheng wants to make a romantic confession to you. Will you agree to it?"

An Ting: I can't give him a future, so why should I harm him?Anyway, I'm about to leave after completing my mission, so I'd better not harm such a nearly perfect man.

System 198: "It seems that host, you really like Murong Sheng."

An Ting: I liked it at first sight. I don’t deny that. After all, I am a beauty lover.

After a while, all the lights in the entire restaurant were turned off, except for a spotlight where the piano was placed.

Murong Sheng was wearing a white suit, and the spotlight would reflect on his fair skin. His waist-length silver hair was casually scattered behind him as he sat down.

His slender fingers were placed on the black and white piano keys. When the first syllable sounded slowly, An Ting seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and his eyes followed Murong Sheng closely.

An Ting looked at Murong Sheng, and he unconsciously recalled a scene he had seen before, which was a scene of a peacock with white feathers opening its tail to its partner.