Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Feng Wenshen pulled Song Yuesheng out directly: "You'd better forget what happened just now, otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen."

Song Yuesheng made a zippering gesture at his mouth and then made an "OK" gesture.

Indulgence during work will affect your ability to make money.

Seeing that she agreed so quickly, Feng Wenshen's face sank.

Does she really not want to be with him?

"Beautiful sister, this is for you. I hope you will always be happy."

Song Yuesheng looked down and saw a little girl about four or five years old.

The little girl's smile is as warm and bright as the bouquet of sunflowers in her hand.

Feng Wenshen grabbed Song Yuesheng's hand and pulled her behind him, staring at the little girl warily: "Who sent you here?"

Over the years, those who wanted to kill him would always pretend to be innocent to gain his trust.

Duoduo was frightened by Feng Wenshen's expression.

She felt that the brother in front of her looked very much like the fanged devil in a black coat in yesterday's cartoon.

With a pouty mouth, tears dripped from her eyes.

"Sister...sister, you...take the flowers..."

She wiped her tears and held the bouquet carefully.

"You scared her."

Song Yuesheng tapped Feng Wenshen's shoulder. She took the bouquet, patted the little girl's head, and comforted her softly.

"Little sister, don't be afraid. He was born with a face that looked like someone owed him tens of millions. Because of this face, he has never had a single friend since he was a child."

"Song..."

Song Yuesheng pinched Feng Wenshen's arm and signaled him with his eyes not to speak.

It's easy to comfort children of this age.

kid.

It's just parents and friends.

"So...big brother...is so pitiful..." Duoduo's voice was tearful, and she unconsciously revealed an expression of pity when looking at Feng Wenshen.

Song Yuesheng rubbed her head and took out a lollipop from his pocket and gave it to her.

The little girl ate the candy and danced away.

Feng Wenshen glanced at the bouquet of flowers in Song Yuesheng's arms.

A sunflower, mixed with a bunch of random flowers whose names I don't know.

Was it given by Song Yuesheng’s enemy?

Feng Wenshen heaved a sigh of relief inexplicably, his tone somewhat gloating: "Why would a child send flowers? I think someone probably asked her to send it. Song Yuesheng, you have to be careful, there are a lot of these flower bouquet assassins recently."

Song Yuesheng said "oh".

What's wrong with the flowers sent by the original owner's brother?

As she was thinking, she found the card sandwiched in the bouquet.

Just as Song Yuesheng was about to pick it up and look at it, Feng Wenshen took the card before her.

Two seconds later, he snatched the bouquet from Song Yuesheng's arms and threw it out angrily.

"Feng Wenshen! Why do you throw flowers at me?"

"Why?" Feng Wen took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and read the contents of the card to her.

"Good medicine tastes bitter, don't be afraid to take it. Signed: S. Song Yuesheng, this guy called Sen Ge is very concerned about your whereabouts. He arrived at the Chinese Medicine Hospital an hour ago and he asked someone to send you flowers."

The corners of his mouth pulled into a smile.

He thought that Song Yuesheng was just talking about the back garden for the sake of quick talk, but he didn't expect that someone would actually come up to him.

Song Yuesheng was surprised at his intuition, but he still had to explain: "He is my brother, he doesn't care who I care about."

Feng Wenshen didn't believe this statement.

He calmed himself, walked slowly to her, and spoke calmly.

"Song Yuesheng, I want to kiss you. I told you in advance, you can't be angry."

After saying that, he held Song Yuesheng's face and bent down to kiss her lips.

He pried open her lips and teeth, entangled her tongue, and wished he could take every ounce of her fragrance.

He doesn't care whether he is Brother Sen or not.

If Song Yuesheng provokes him, then it will be his only.

Song Yuesheng's pupils dilated instantly.

He was definitely the first person to justify a forced kiss.

Do you want to beat him up again?

At this moment, Feng Wenshen let her go and licked his lips with satisfaction: "Sweet."

Then he stroked her face gently, his voice affectionate and hoarse.

"Shengsheng, I don't need to ask about your past. But if he finds someone else to come again, I promise to destroy both the flowers and the people. You don't want to collect his body, do you?"

Song Yuesheng snorted and decided to beat him up.

She can't stand the domineering president's literature.

She took a few steps back and raised her finger to assure, "Boss Feng, don't worry, I will never take the kissing scenes in the romance show seriously."

"Kissing scene?"

Feng Wenshen's face was gloomy and his brows were furrowed. The anger in his chest seemed to burn him.

"Song Yuesheng, what do you think I am! Do you like men who give you flowers so much?"

Song Yuesheng felt very helpless: "I've told you so many times, he is my brother. From childhood to adulthood, whenever I went to see a doctor, he would give me sunflowers to encourage me."

The most accurate word would be atonement.

The original owner's brother believed that he was the one who caused the five-year-old original owner to be kidnapped and the death of his parents who paid the ransom.

She had resented him at the beginning, but now seventeen years have passed and the original owner no longer resented her brother.

However, the original owner's brother trapped himself in the past.

Everything I said and did was for the happiness of the original owner's sister.

Song Yuesheng picked up the bouquet of sunflowers that had fallen to the ground, raised her eyes and looked at Feng Wenshen: "Until you calm down, I refuse to communicate with you."

Opportunities must be considered, and the feelings of the original owner's remaining family members must also be considered.

She dragged her legs to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.

"Sheng Sheng..."

Feng Wenshen regretted it the moment she got into the taxi. He shouldn't have taken his anger out on Song Yuesheng.

He hurried over, leaving behind only the exhaust fumes from the passing cars.

He covered his mouth and coughed.

He would ask someone to check in person whether it was his brother.

However, two days passed.

He only found records of Song Yuesheng after he came to S City to attend university at the age of eighteen, and there was no record before the age of eighteen.

Including her parents and where she lives.

Someone deliberately made it impossible for him to find out anything.

Hearing the sound of the doorknob turning opposite him, Feng Wenshen came back to his senses and lowered his head to sniff the flowers in his hand.

I never expected that one day I would be ordering flowers based on bouquets that others had already sent.

Looking at the person who came out, Feng Wenshen handed over the bouquet and said, "Shengsheng, if you don't accept it, the shareholders of ST Group will hold a shareholders' meeting to report me for misusing funds to buy flowers."

Song Yuesheng glanced at him.

He holds the largest number of shares in the entire ST Group, and the shareholders' meeting speaks ill of him?

Who are you deceiving?

"No, it's not that I don't want to give you flowers, Shengsheng, what I mean is..." Feng Wenshen gently tugged at her sleeve, lowered his eyes, his voice filled with grievance.

"Please talk to me, you can scold me or beat me up. Shengsheng, please don't ignore me. I don't like the feeling of being ignored by you."

He followed her to see Zhou Fan the day before yesterday, and went to karaoke with Wang Yiling yesterday.

Although I was with her all day, she treated me like air and didn't say a word.

If Wang Yiling hadn't been drunk yesterday and unable to take her back, he probably wouldn't even have the chance to be alone with her in the same space.