He is more charming than Midsummer

Feng Jingxuan's face was expressionless, he thought of the words of old man Feng.

Matilda is a genius.

In a short period of time, she has made great achievements in various medical projects, and is known as the most powerful surgeon.

Especially in leukemia.

"She is very respected. If it weren't for the strange timing of her coming to the Feng family, the Feng family should have taken her as a guest. This time I asked her to work in Feng's pharmaceutical company. On the one hand, I want to discover her talent, and on the other hand On the one hand, you can also observe her in real time.

If she has another purpose for approaching you, she will definitely steal information from the company. It is safest to keep dangerous things by your side.

But if she doesn't do anything, it proves that she is only for you. "

These are the original words of old man Feng, Feng Jingxuan originally scoffed at this, but Nan Xia's words made him change his mind.

He shouldn't have looked at her through tinted glasses.

Moreover, even if Nan Xia wants to do something, he should have confidence in himself, he can cut it off at the source.

The man's eyes are calm, making it impossible to see through his inner thoughts: "You are right."

On the contrary, Nan Xia was a little surprised at his let go, she lowered her eyes: "This is my domain, so I will say a little more."

"Although there are some problems with the new drug, after such a long time of hard work by the research and development members, the effect of the drug that has been researched is still obvious. After all, the flaws can't be concealed."

She is very eloquent, she first talked about her shortcomings and then her advantages, she is very suitable for the workplace.

Feng Jingxuan didn't speak, he took out a tablet of medicine from the drawer.

"Is this the company's new drug?" Nan Xia asked.

"No, this is the last batch of medicine."

Feng Jingxuan's voice was indifferent: "I will transfer you to the research department. You should study the last batch of medicines carefully. If there are improvements, you can join in the research and development of new medicines."

Nan Xia frowned. She knew that Feng Jingxuan still didn't trust her, so she wouldn't let her get close to the core technology.

But she is still a newcomer after all, so it can be tolerated.

If she can develop a good medicine for leukemia, it will not only help Chenchen, but also benefit mankind.

This is also her original intention.

"When is this medicine?" Nan Xia asked.

Feng Jingxuan said slowly: "The drug that was launched last year was developed five years ago."

Nan Xia's heart moved slightly, even if she hated Feng Jingxuan, but his behavior made people hate him.

At least he still has some sincerity towards Chenchen.

She heard that Feng's pharmaceutical company had been losing money for the past few years, but despite this, Feng Jingxuan continued to allocate money to the company to allow them to continue their research.

He really wanted to study a specific medicine sincerely.

This is also the reason why Nanxia later decided to agree to Feng Jingxuan.

"Ah."

Feng Jingxuan stood up, he pushed open one of the rooms, and went in to get the documents.

Nan Xia only took one look, then opened her eyes wide in surprise.

The room was colorful, and the walls were full of intricate abstract oil paintings. The furnishings inside were messy, but upon closer inspection, they seemed to be perfectly blended.

There is a shocking artistic atmosphere.

This is the work of interior designer Master Lesser, and Nan Xia likes him very much.

She originally wanted to work hard to make money, and then asked Master Lesser to help her design a room, but when she was a freshman, Master Lesser had already announced his retirement.

This is one of her regrets.

One year, on Feng Jingxuan's birthday, she gave a design book by Master Lesser.

Feng Jingxuan just glanced at it and was not interested.

Nan Xia boldly revealed her love for Lesser, and finally she asked Feng Jingxuan if she liked him?

At that time, the man's smile was soft and cold, and he shook his head: "I don't like it."

Nan Xia asked him what he likes, just when someone came to talk to him, in an instant, he was surrounded by a group of people.

No matter where he is, he is the most conspicuous.

It's hard work to like him, but Nan Xia persisted for a long time.

In fact, as early as when he said he didn't like Lyocell, Nan Xia knew that they were people from two worlds.

Their hobbies and behaviors are all different.

But Feng Jingxuan didn't like it, so why did he go to great lengths to ask Lesser to design an office.

Or, the only person he doesn't like is himself.

"Matilda, you take this document to the research department, and they will place you there."

Feng Jingxuan handed her a document.

"it is good."

Nan Xia took the document. She was supposed to leave, but she didn't take any action.

Feng Jingxuan glanced at her indifferently: "Is there anything else?"

Although she was standing, she kept looking at the room inside from the corner of her eye.

Nan Xia pursed her lips, but said: "Can I take a tour of this room? I'm a fan of Lyocell."

She has always admired Lesser's works, and now that she can watch them up close, she feels a touch of excitement in her heart.

Feng Jingxuan narrowed his eyes, his expression showed no emotion: "Yes."

Nan Xia took a close look at it, and basically all of Lesser's works were included in the book, of course there were some exceptions.

The design of this room looks very new, with new elements added in recent years, it can be seen that he has only designed it not long ago.

When she watched, Feng Jingxuan was standing behind her with an unclear expression.

Satisfied, Nan Xia breathed a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect that Mr. Feng also liked Master Lesser. I thought there were very few people who liked him."

Lyocell's style is niche and bold, even weird.

But he still has a group of loyal fans.

Feng Jingxuan gave her a cold look: "I don't like him, and I don't understand his style."

Nan Xia's heart tightened.

"My ex-wife loved it."

Nan Xia's expression turned cold. She mocked: "Your ex-wife died five years ago. The design of this house was not more than three years old. Could it be that she can still see it?"

The surrounding temperature suddenly cooled down.

Nan Xia took a deep breath: "Mr. Feng likes to deceive himself and others to play affectionate roles. It really doesn't matter to me. I'll go back to work first."

She left quickly, and when she left, she slammed the office door loudly.

Feng Jingxuan looked at her back with a cold expression.

The look in her eyes just now showed real liking, not pretending.

She really liked Lyocell.

Is this a coincidence?

At the birthday party in her junior year, Nan Xia's eyes were also full of admiration for Lyocell.

He wasn't in the mood for work, so he brought up a phone call to He Zheng.

"Now go and order a bunch of flowers, I'm going to Qingdongshan Cemetery."

He Zheng was stunned for a moment: "The anniversary of my wife's death has already passed, are you going today?"

Feng Jingxuan actually didn't go to pay homage to Nan Xia very often, but every year on her death anniversary, he was never absent.

And every time he passed by, his mood would be very depressed.

In all fairness, He Zheng didn't want Feng Jingxuan to go there frequently.

After all, no matter how good that person was, she was already dead.