Chapter 1651 Asking the Blind

Why are you so depressed? It's hard to tell them the reason.

"At the end of the year, although it seems that I have gained a lot, I always feel empty sometimes, especially physically, as if I have been hollowed out,"

"You are just too tired," Page said.

"How can you not be tired, Mr. Feng, you have achieved such great success in various fields this year. How much effort is needed behind this?" Brin said.

"After the day after tomorrow, you take Huang and Amanda to find a place to rest for a week, don't be too tense," Page suggested.

"Let's go skiing, to Switzerland, or Lake Tahoe," Brin said immediately as expected.

Feng Yiping and Page both shook their heads. This guy really loves skiing.

I don't know if there will be a World Ski Federation like the Football Federation. If there is, it would be unreasonable not to give him the title of promotion ambassador.

Not to mention Feng Yiping and his colleagues, even the company's customers, partners, and even he occasionally appeared at the interview site on a whim, and would ask the applicants questions about skiing..., that is really the end of the world, only skiing will never end.

Brin was very dissatisfied with the reactions of Page and Feng Yiping.

Especially Feng Yiping, no matter how he persuaded and advocated, he always remained unmoved and did not change his original intention. He always kept a distance from skiing and never tried it once, which made Brin feel quite frustrated.

"Feng, believe me, as long as you try it once, you will definitely fall in love with it," Brin squeezed onto Feng Yiping's sofa, "Just think about it, among the rolling mountains, you take a deep breath, push the pole, and the whole person will whiz down from the top of the mountain. That kind of experience of speeding, that freedom like the wind, that flying feeling, tsk..." He closed his eyes intoxicated.

Feng Yiping and Page saw the surprise in each other's eyes. Brin's description was really touching.

"Wake up," Feng Yiping patted him, "I solemnly suggest that some future copywriting can be completely let Brin be responsible for it,"

"I totally agree," Page said, holding up a glass.

Brin shook his head disappointedly, "Feng, maybe there are too many things that require you to think carefully, so it is so difficult for you to accept new attempts?"

"My mentality is not young, this may be true, but skiing has nothing to do with my mentality. I also like the feeling of flying, but I am more worried about the landing problem after flying."

Page clinked his glasses with Feng Yiping loudly, which was an unspoken agreement.

"You two..."

Looking at Brin's depressed look, Feng Yiping finally laughed tonight, "Hahaha,"

At this time, two employees came over, "Three..." Page and Brin stood up immediately, Feng Yiping waved his hand, "I won't go, lie here for a while,"

Since it is an annual meeting, there will always be occasions where they need to appear.

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Listening to the noise upstairs and downstairs and around, Feng Yiping really relaxed. Although he was not in the mood to blend in with them, it was better than being alone at this time.

He drank the wine in the glass, lay on the sofa with his clothes on, and closed his eyes to think.

Perhaps, Paige was right. After the 26th, he could take Jingping and his daughter to find a place to go on vacation. It might be a good time to go on vacation.

But, alas, he turned over on the sofa again in a bit of annoyance, and then heard a lady come in. First, the door handle was twisted, and then the door was gently closed with a "dong".

He sat up and took a look, "It's you, Mayer,"

"What's wrong with you? Are you tired?" Mayer, wearing a black evening dress, came over with a faint fragrance, "Look, your clothes are wrinkled, wait a minute," she walked to the bedroom next door and took out a hanger, "It might be better to hang it for a while,"

"Thank you," Feng Yiping waved his hand.

He was still quite wary of Mayer's request to take off her clothes, even if it was just a coat.

Mayer looked at the empty cup he put aside, "What happened tonight? Why do I feel like you are worried?"

"Nothing, just feeling a little tired. By the way, I haven't formally congratulated you yet. Congratulations, Mayer,"

Her congratulations still made Mayer smile, but he immediately turned the topic back to Feng Yiping, "You can't hide it from me. You may be tired, but the main reason must be something."

It must be said that compared with Page and Brin, the two rough guys, Mayer's intuition is indeed more sensitive.

"Really not," Feng Yiping shook his head.

"Although I may not be able to solve your problem, I am definitely a very good listener," Mayer said, "Look, you even told me about your son. What else can't you tell me?"

The future helmsman of Forex America that Feng Yiping had reserved had received the same treatment as Jin Ling in some matters. She was another person who knew Ma Ling and Vincent.

Seeing Feng Yiping's eyes, she was stunned for a moment, "No way? Does Huang already know?"

Feng Yiping hesitated for a moment. He really needed an audience for such a question. "I don't know yet, but they met Ma Ling and Vincent, and Amanda liked Vincent very much. She repeatedly asked Jingping to call Ma Ling and ask them to hang out,"

He briefly told Mayer about the current situation.

"Hahaha," Mayer laughed unsympathetically, "Why do I feel that this is like a plot in a soap opera, okay, okay," she looked at Feng Yiping's somewhat annoyed eyes, "Ma Ling You are right to worry, that is, she will not let Huang Jue notice. Those two little guys will not pay attention to these problems. Sooner or later, they will understand that the father they talk about who often travels on business is actually the same person. At that time, you will be passive "

"So, I just want to solve this problem before the worst happens,"

"But how do you solve it?" She shook her head, "I really don't understand you. The reason why you put so much effort into finding Ma Ling is because your self-esteem doesn't allow you to be thrown away in such an unclear way. Or is it because you are responsible for every woman you sleep with?"

Feng Yiping nodded, and Mayer was stunned, "Oh my god, what era are you from, and you still maintain such a concept? Or are all Chinese men like you?"

"That's why you keep rejecting me?" she asked again.

Why did you bring the topic to this again? "I want to confess to Jingping first. Do you think this is a good idea?"

Obviously, this matter cannot be hidden after all, or in other words, it can be hidden for a while at most, but not forever. Under this general premise, Feng Yiping feels that taking the initiative to confess is a relatively reliable approach.

"I'm not too chatty Jingping, but you can see some problems from your hesitation and hesitation. Some of us may prefer men to keep certain things hidden,"

"Of course, for me, this problem is actually not a problem. If you can accept it, then accept it. If you can't accept it, then separate,"

"But it seems that you are reluctant to let go of either side, right?" She looked at Feng Yiping and asked.

Feng Yiping said nothing, indicating his acquiescence.

"There is another possibility. There are also many rich wives who choose to turn a blind eye to these things."

She looked at the door, "For example, Schmidt, we all know his style, and his wife also knows his style,"

Schmidt at work and Schmidt outside of work are two completely different people. Outside of work, he especially likes to "stay" with those young and beautiful girls, and always brings some young and beautiful girls back to him. The villa... This is not a secret in Silicon Valley and the high-tech world of the United States.

Moreover, this does not affect people's respect for him.

"But aren't they still together? I heard that someone even asked his wife this question, and she laughed it off,"

"I don't know what it's like in China. Such problems are too common in the wealthy circles here,"

Feng Yiping shook his head. It was difficult to want him to be like that. It was even harder to want Huang Jingping to be like that.

"This is not possible? Actually, there is another possibility. According to you, Huang seems to have a good impression of Ma Ling. So, is it possible that they can get along peacefully? You know, Mr. Buffett has this model,"

Feng Yiping continued to shake his head, how could such a thing be easily copied?

Mayer helped her analyze several possibilities, but they were all rejected by Feng Yiping. She finally shook her head, "Then I really don't have any good ideas."

"But," she rolled her eyes, "I can at least make you forget your worries for a while and be happy." She leaned over, "Look, the room is right next to it,"