It's not my fault to be ugly

Secretary Jiang walked into Feng's house in a hurry, nodded with the housekeeper, and hurried upstairs.The butler followed behind him and sighed, "Sir, this illness is really urgent..."

"Is the person awake now?"

"I've been in a coma all afternoon, and I just woke up just now, so I'm busy asking us to find you and Lawyer Gao."

"Lawyer Gao?" Secretary Jiang pondered for a moment, then calmly knocked on the door of Feng Dingqian's bedroom.

There was a person lying on the bed in the bedroom, with a salt water rack and a hanging bottle hanging on one side, and a transparent hose was connected to the skinny wrist from under the bottle.

Lawyer Gao was sitting on the side, listening to the people on the hospital bed explaining things. Secretary Jiang came late, and Feng Dingqian had almost finished explaining. Secretary Jiang heard, "If I have something to do, all the movable and real estate under my name will be left to Akun."

Love brother crazy devil ah.Secretary Jiang thought blankly, why don't I have such a cool and domineering brother, alas, although he is not as good-looking as Feng Dingkun, he is only a little bit worse.

It's a pity, no matter how hard he beat his chest and stomped his feet, my mother couldn't give him another brother, but left behind a brother who was useless.

When he walked to the bed, Feng Dingqian's eyes turned around. He looked haggard, only these eyes were still shining brightly.He waved his hand, and when Lawyer Gao left, he said, "If I can't make it through, you have to help my brother."

"Mr. Feng will be fine, it's just pneumonia, and he will recover soon."

"That scourge of Ling Yuxin can't stay."

"Didn't you say that there is someone behind him, and you want to keep him to lead the snake out of the hole?"

"Akun can't deal with him, if I have something to do, get rid of Ling Yuxin."

"Okay, got it."

After Feng Dingqian explained all his confidantes, he closed his eyes sickly.For a moment, Secretary Jiang thought he had died, and couldn't help but jump in shock.He has stayed in the Feng family since graduation, and it can be said that he watched how Feng Dingqian went all the way from the isolated and helpless situation of losing his concubine, and aggressively subdued Feng's behemoth.It never occurred to him that this terrible man would also die.

For a moment, he even panicked!He has always been calm and rational, and he has seen all kinds of turmoil in the Feng Corporation, but he thought that after Feng Dingqian died, he would be Zhuge Kongming who supported the young master. There is also a despicable villain who is waiting to stab a knife in the back. He, Zhuge Kongming, suddenly feels overwhelming pressure to shoot him to death on the small territory of Shu Kingdom.

Damn it, just quit!

Fortunately, he suddenly heard the wheezing sound like a broken bellows coming from Feng Dingqian's chest.

He's still alive, which is great.Secretary Jiang wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and went out quietly.

Feng Dingkun sat in the car, and the surrounding scenery was always unfamiliar to him.The middle-aged man was silent all the way, even the thin brown hair on top of his head seemed to reveal sinister.Feng Dingkun was vigilant and kept staring at him.

There is a fertile field in the distant countryside. If it is not winter, this place must be a land of green fields.At the end of this fertile field, a white castle stands quietly on the horizon where the winter clouds meet the fields.Feng Dingkun guessed that the white castle must be their destination.

Sure enough, 10 minutes later, the middle-aged man parked the car at the entrance of the castle and opened the door for him.

Feng Dingkun got out of the car and looked up.This white castle is a bit old, and it looks like the property left by a fallen nobleman in the sixteenth century.

It was already evening at this time, and the castle was lit with dim lights, turning the glass windows into warm colors.The middle-aged man said respectfully: "Guests from the East, please come in."

Feng Dingkun glanced around, roughly calculated the escape route, and followed him into the castle.

"Please have dinner first." The middle-aged man led him into a long and narrow living room, where a long dining table was placed under an upside-down candlestick.Smokeless candles were burning on the candlesticks, but that little light might only be able to clearly see the dishes on the table.

The middle-aged man opened the short side of the long dining table for him, and then rang the bell to serve the food.

Feng Dingkun sat down at the dining table and asked, "Won't your master eat with me?"

"No, master has already had supper."

"Okay." Feng Dingkun picked up the bib and wrapped it around, watching the servants file in and put all kinds of dishes in front of him.He was indeed hungry, and picked up a knife and fork to fight with the food.

Just when he had eaten less than half of his meal, someone walked in from the outside and went to the other end of the long table.The candle's light was weak, and his face could not be seen clearly. I only knew that it was a young man. I didn't know if this was the "Master" that the middle-aged man said. Feng Dingkun just stood up and waved his hand in front of him.The middle-aged man standing against the wall said: "Our master allows you to do whatever you want without formalities."

That's what I said, but it feels uncomfortable to be stared at the whole time while eating.Yes, although the man on the opposite side was silent, Feng Dingkun could feel him staring at him.

He ate hastily, asked the servant to come over and clear the table, and walked to the man opposite.It was indeed a young man, wearing a white shirt with all three buttons open, his white and firm chest looming under the faintly beating candlelight.His hair was past his ears, and his hairstyle looked messy as if he hadn't woken up, but he had a lazy and coquettish attitude.However, what surprised Feng Dingkun the most was the mask on his face that was shining weakly under the candlelight!

He actually wears a mask? !

Feng Dingkun suddenly felt that all this was really ridiculous.

I was originally going to visit the manufacturer, but somehow I was stopped by a foreign man I didn't know, and then I was brought here.During the meal, he analyzed a lot of people. It is not a secret that he visited the manufacturer himself. It is entirely possible for Jiang Yong to reveal his whereabouts to others.But ever since he entered this old castle, the master's position has been confusing, not knowing whether he is an enemy or a friend, and now he is still wearing a mask to meet him? !

"Who are you?" It was useless to think too much, he simply asked directly.

The young man beckoned, and the middle-aged man beside him handed over the paper and pen, then bent down and exited the room.

Now only Feng Dingkun and that "Master" are left here.

Feng Dingkun lowered his head and watched the man's slender and fair hands writing on the paper.The skin on the chest was exposed more because of the movement, and Feng Dingkun couldn't move his eyes away for a while.That skin looked like a piece of warm suet jade, gradually overlapping with Lu Mingran's chest in memory.Thinking of Lu Mingran, his heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his groin throbbed.

He abruptly moved his eyes away.This is not Lu Mingran.

The young man stood up the written paper, and on it was a name: Pierre Bastian.

Bastian? !

According to Feng Dingkun, Pierre Bastian is one of the founders of BOKE!

"Are you...really Mr. Bastian?"

The man looked at him from behind the mask, and wrote on the paper: 【Do I need to show you the raw material supply contract signed with Feng? 】

"No, there's no need." Feng Dingkun thought quickly, why did this Mr. Bastian come to him?Where did he learn that he had visited Mr. Pedro.

"Do you really know where Mr. Pedro is?"

【certainly.Do you need to speak to him now? ] Bastian writes on paper.

"I'd much rather have an interview with him."

[I will arrange an opportunity in three days. 】

"Thank you, why are you helping me?"

[For these three days, I hope you stay here with me. 】

Xiang Ying frowned, and stood up with a full face of hostility. The female colleague at the side tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to control himself and not to get angry with the editor-in-chief.Xiang Yingchong nodded slightly, and walked into the editor-in-chief's office.

As soon as he entered the door, he was caught off guard by a stack of papers that fell on his face, and the tip of his nose was sore.

The editor-in-chief roared: "Look at the entertainment news for the past two days, they are all arguing about Feng Dingqian and his brother! Why didn't you follow this kind of material?! Do you know how much traffic we missed because of you? ?! How much money are we missing out on?"

Xiang Ying's curly hair flicked disdainfully amidst his growl.He bent down to pick up the stack of papers, and flipped through them with his head lowered. On the papers were the gossip published by various entertainment media on the Internet in the past two days. The second young master of the Feng family was kicked out of the house by his elder brother back then. As for why he can come back now, there are various speculations.

Xiang Ying put the gossip news on the table, and said indifferently: "I know this material, but Mr. Cheng, it's not good for us to expose people's scars like this."

"Why, you have written so many celebrities' private scandals, and now your conscience finally realizes that you want to turn around?" The editor-in-chief lit a cigarette with a sneer, spit out the cloud, and said disdainfully: "When you are □□, you have to be □□ If you are self-conscious, don't pretend to be noble, don't take money if you have the ability."

Xiang Ying refrained from speaking.

"You have been with Feng Dingkun for a few months, so you must have followed some material. Hurry up and take advantage of the current shareholder trend on the Internet, and we will also make a profit."