After Transmigrating into the President Wen of Dog Blood [Quick Transmigration]

Lu Rong's body 'accidentally' bumped into him, Feng Xinglang stood motionless, and politely put his arms around Lu Rong's waist to prevent him from tripping over the chair under his feet.A faint fragrance penetrated into the nostrils, very familiar and pleasant to smell, exactly the same as the smell that night when I cried and begged myself to go in.Feng Xinglang's eyes flashed, and the hand on his waist tightened unconsciously.

The postures were quite ambiguous and they were stuck together. Lu Rong was about to grab his arm and stand up straight when he suddenly sensed the hot breath coming from his body. Rolling his eyes hard, he complained wildly in his heart, but his face shyly climbed into a red cloud, and he hurried out of his arms.

Feng Xinglang took two steps back without changing his face, looked at Lu Rong's scalded back of his hand, and asked in a very natural tone: "Is your hand feeling better?"

"Okay, it's much better." Lu Rong was speechless. Why did the system ask him to stutter every time he met the boss? !

Feng Xinglang turned his head and saw He Ting'an who had come to the door at some time, the turmoil in his eyes was fleeting, and he walked towards him as if nothing had happened.

He Tingan smiled meaningfully: "Xiao Lu, are you done with your work? Let's go have a meal together."

Lu Rong didn't want to go, but he was too embarrassed to refuse, and said in a low voice, "I haven't finished the immigration documents Mr. He asked me to sort out."

He Tingan pushed the glasses on his nose, "It's okay, I'll do it when I come back in the afternoon, let's go eat first."

Lu Rong knew that He Tingan was old and cunning, and would never be courteous for no reason, so he scolded him mercilessly in the morning, but now he's warming up, he must have discovered something between Feng Xinglang and him, so he chuckled inwardly, be obedient Nodding in agreement.

It was only 11:30, and it was not time to get off work. Feng Xinglang and He Tingan walked in front, Lu Rong followed, and took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

He Ting'an said: "You guys wait here, I'll drive over here, Mr. Feng will also ride in my car, let's chat for a while, I'll ask the driver to drive Mr. Feng's car over later."

Feng Xinglang smiled and said, "Alright."

After a while, He Tingan stopped next to the two of them, lightly honked the horn, and Feng Xinglang and Lu Rong got into the car one after another.

He Tingan seemingly casually asked: "President Feng and Xiao Lu are old acquaintances?"

Feng Xinglang leaned his head on the seat, "It's not old even if it's old, I just met a few days ago."

He Ting'an: "That's my new love."

Lu Rong: "..."

Feng Xinglang didn't refute, but smiled indifferently.

Along the way, Lu Rong tried his best to treat himself as air and not to participate in the conversation between them.It's just that He Tingan didn't let him be a dead person, and brought him into the topic from time to time.

"Xiao Lu hasn't dated yet, has he?"

Lu Rong blushed and said, "We've talked and we've broken up."

"Do you want to think about President Feng?"

"..." Lu Rong lowered his head as much as possible, "Boss Feng definitely doesn't like me like this..."

Feng Xinglang suddenly put his hands on his shoulders, "How do you know I don't like it? Your appearance is exactly the type I like."

Lu Rong took his hand away and said with a coy smile, "Mr. Feng, don't make fun of me."

He Tingan drove the car to the entrance of a western restaurant, and the three of them entered the store one after another, and were ushered to a seat next to the open-air glass by the waiter. Lu Rong took his seat first, and He Tingan paused beside the seat, then went to sit opposite Lu Rong. Down.

Feng Xinglang sat next to Lu Rong without hesitation, and handed a menu to Lu Rong.

"What to eat?"

Lu Rong was also polite, glanced at the menu, and said to the waiter, "One piece of well-done steak and one piece of paella."

After ordering the meal, He Tingan poured Feng Xinglang a glass of water, squinted his eyes and did not speak.

Feng Xinglang picked up a piece of steak by himself, dipped it in a little lemon sauce and put it in Lu Rong's bowl, "The well-done steak is too old, it tastes better when it's medium-rare."

He Ting'an said: "It's more chewy when you're old."

Lu Rong felt that He Tingan was weird today, but Feng Xinglang was even weirder, as if he knew him very well, he kept taking care of himself, and even helped him pour water and pick up vegetables from time to time.Lu Rong lowered his head and ate the food, but his heart exploded, and he called the system in his mind.

Lu Rong: "President Ba fell in love with me at first sight so soon?"

System: "Correcting the host's mistakes is love in one day, the day of the verb."

Lu Rong: "!!!"

After eating for nearly an hour, Feng Xinglang opened the squared sterilized towel, wiped his mouth lightly, glanced at his watch, stood up and said, "Thank you, President He, for your hospitality today. I'll take care of the project. I'll call you again, there's an important meeting to be held later, so I'll take a step ahead."

"Okay, I'll wait for President Feng's call."

After paying the bill, the driver had already brought Feng Xinglang's car over, got off the driver's seat, and handed the car keys to Feng Xinglang, "Boss Feng, your keys."

Feng Xinglang took it, opened the car door and went in.

He Ting'an patted Lu Rong's arm, "Xiao Lu, go and send Mr. Feng off."

Lu Rong secretly rolled his eyes, knowing that he wanted to use himself to win over Feng Xinglang, so he couldn't help but feel contemptuous, but he said with an embarrassed expression, "Shall I see him off? It's two o'clock, and I might be late for work in the afternoon. "

He Tingan: "I'll give you paid leave in the afternoon."

Lu Rong stood still.

He Ting'an urged in a low voice: "What are you stupid boy doing, hurry up and catch up, he won't have to worry about it for the rest of his life."

Of course, Lu Rong knew what He Tingan was thinking, and it happened that he also had something to talk to Feng Xinglang in private, so he took a look at the car he had just started, and rushed to the front of the car after a little hesitation.

Feng Xinglang rolled down the car window, looked back at He Tingan who turned to leave, and then turned his attention to Lu Rong, "Aren't you going back to work?"

Lu Rong shook his head: "Mr. He said he asked me to come and see you off."

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly, and suppressed the sharpness in his eyes, "How do you plan to send it?"

Lu Rong asked, "Can I get in the car first?"

Feng Xinglang unlocked the car door and motioned him to come up with his chin.

To facilitate communication, Lu Rong sat in the co-pilot.

Feng Xinglang stepped on the accelerator, drove the car to the parking space under the tree-lined road, turned his head to look at Lu Rong, stared closely at his eyes, a few traces of sarcasm surfaced on his face undisguised, but turned his body Leaning back, he asked calmly, "Do you want to come and see me off, or do you want to give me yourself?"

Lu Rong deliberately didn't look at him, blushed, lowered his head and said, "Don't worry, I won't come out to sell."

"It's good that you know for yourself," Feng Xinglang snorted, and suddenly stared at him with great interest, seeing that his face seemed to have been exaggeratedly blush, and it was red all the way to the ears, and his moist lips were glowing Shui Guang once again reminded him of the feeling of being drugged and tightly wrapped around him that night, and a familiar impulse surged in his heart.

Feng Xinglang turned on the stereo to play a song, and turned on the air conditioner to the maximum setting, "Why are you blushing?"

For blushing, Lu Rong himself was helpless.Although he has his own thoughts, his every move can only follow the set character and the plot of the novel.However, for the parts omitted in the novel, Lu Rong still has a certain amount of room for free play without affecting the development of the plot.

"I just think Mr. Feng's car is a little hot."

"Aside from knowing my surname Feng, what else do you know?"

Lu Rong was stunned for a moment, not knowing why he asked such a question suddenly, and replied in a mosquito-biting voice: "I also know that you are Haoyang's uncle."

"Feng Xinglang, my name."

Lu Rong nodded, "I know, I followed up because...I have a private matter to ask Mr. Feng."

Feng Xinglang: "What private matter?"

Lu Rong was silent for a while, and wanted to speak several times, but found it difficult to speak, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

Feng Xinglang realized something, stopped urging him, and waited patiently for him to take the initiative to speak, with an expression of confidence.

Lu Rong took a deep breath, and decided to go all out. Since this is not the plot of the original drama, he should be straightforward: "Does Mr. Feng know my secret?"

Feng Xinglang looked up at him, and said after a while: "What secret?"

Lu Rong blushed even more: "Mr. Feng asked the question knowingly."

Feng Xinglang smiled, but suddenly became serious, "Is it because of this reason that you don't let Feng Haoyang touch?"

Lu Rong nodded, and looked at him pleadingly, "I almost forgot about that night, can you stop telling others my secret?"

"Have you almost forgotten it?" Feng Xinglang raised his head slowly, and said softly, "Okay, I will help you keep the secret."