Chapter 1843: Not a Social Event

Jun Ji-hyun's face was glowing red at this time, her voice was high-pitched, and she was dancing while speaking. Her movements were not small. She was not drunk, but she was obviously drunk enough.

However, this state not only does not affect her charm, but also adds a few extra points.

At this time, her eyes are naturally blurred, and she looks a little flirtatious when she glances at you, and it is the kind of flirtatious look that has not been transformed by a transformer, and the voltage is as high as 110 kilovolts or more.

Her charming eyes are as silky as her eyes, and her eyes are languid. Just a casual glance can easily make you obsessed with her, and you just want to pursue and trace the source of that light.

The most beautiful photos are definitely not staged. The most beautiful style often comes from such inadvertent revelations.

Feng Yiping felt a little tipsy again, well, it must be because of the intoxicating spring breeze.

The people standing around the motorcade, including Owen and his subordinates, are all still upright, but the hot breath they exhale can be seen with the naked eye. Well, the wind at this time, although it can be said to be a spring breeze, really won't let it. When people are intoxicated, it is the most sobering thing.

That must be the moon's fault.

There was no starlight, and in the dark sky, the Emei-like waxing moon was quietly hidden behind invisible clouds.

The watch comes to me, I am just a child who has not grown up and I don’t have that ability.

That, oh, must be the aroma in the car.

Feng Yiping finally found a reason to take the blame.

The car is indeed fragrant. In addition to the faint aroma of wine, there is also an elusive fragrance that is not there yet, but it leaves a deep impression on you.

"What perfume are you using?" Feng Yiping couldn't help but ask.

"You haven't done any research on this?" Quan Zhixian looked at him and asked, blinking again.

Feng Yiping shrugged, "Well, really not,"

"Halloween\Fatal\Rose," Quan Zhixian stretched out her wrist in front of Feng Yiping generously.

Feng Yiping couldn't help but take a sniff. It was a perfume that was filled with the fragrance of roses and exuded a light elegance.

But the final effect of its interpretation is that of vague ambiguity and temptation, which is really suitable for the current scene.

"Halloween Deadly Rose?" Feng Yiping translated it literally, and he subconsciously kept himself away from that bright wrist.

She sent it for you to smell, not for you to kiss.

The two words Halloween and fatal are superimposed together, which gives it a very scary meaning. Then add a word that has nothing to do with these two words, rose. This name alone is very attractive and makes people very happy. Interested in exploring.

Regardless of whether it is fatal or not, this kind of perfume is indeed more suitable and more attractive to use on a young girl like Jun Ji-hyun than those sexy perfumes that are mainly based on musk.

"No, it's called Purple House Velvet," Quan Zhixian sniffed it gently, closed her eyes, and looked like she was enjoying herself and was intoxicated, "I like this perfume the best,"

She suddenly became quiet, but she had another moving charm.

Owen, who was looking straight ahead in the driver's seat, felt like the boss in the back seat looked at him a few times, oh, I'm a little redundant now, right?

He immediately used his sneaking skills and quietly stepped out of the car.

The inaudible sound of the door closing woke up Feng Yiping. What are you doing down there?

In terms of our relationship, at times like this, we are actually more comfortable with you by our side.

Just go down and turn off all the lights. It doesn't matter if you turn off all the lights. This is a good habit and saves energy. However, you also turn on the added ambient light. Not only do you turn on the ambient light, you There was also music playing, and it sounded like a love song. What do you mean?

Are we really going to have such thoughts as you think that we won’t enter the house?

Do you know that if you leave the two of us in such a closed car like this, I can only ask her to get off.

He was just about to get off the car when Quan Zhixian next to him also opened his eyes, "Is it my imagination? Why do I see deep haggardness in your eyes?"

Feng Yiping was stunned for a moment.

Could it be said that all of you acting students can observe things in such detail?

"You know, during the Spring Festival, there are too many social activities. Speaking of which, this holiday is really more tiring than working hard,"

Quan Zhixian turned to him, her eyes twinkling like the brightest star in the night sky. Although she didn't say anything, her meaning was clearly, no, it couldn't be this reason.

Feng Yiping couldn't hide it, so he closed his eyes.

As far as he is concerned, he really won’t worry too much about his current work. He is in the right direction, the time to enter is right, and he has the most suitable person in charge. As long as he doesn’t overdo it, those projects will soon become Towering trees, while benefiting themselves, can also benefit more people.

However, regarding personal issues, the process in Silicon Valley this time was as smooth as I expected, but it only solved a problem, not once and for all.

Love is the most hurtful thing. Even if he is the richest man in the world, there will be no exception.

A hand patted his hand, "I don't know the specific reason for this, but I can feel that you are a very responsible person. From another perspective, maybe sometimes, in some things , this is a shackles for you,"

Feng Yiping opened his eyes, "Aren't you drunk?"

"Drunk? I've long been used to this level of socializing,"

"Okay, then I want to say, from another perspective, is it true that sometimes, in some matters, a young girl like you can be an expert or a philosopher?"

"I don't know if other girls are like this, but you might know," she glanced sideways at Feng Yiping.

"However, I do struggle with this issue sometimes. My understanding of some things is just like yours in business. I do have an ability that can be said to be innate,"

I am actually cheating, Feng Yiping said silently in his heart.

"Well, I'm very happy tonight. This is the most satisfying social event I have ever attended that was beyond my expectation. Of course, now I think that this is not actually a social party."

She seemed to be talking about whatever was on her mind, "Anyway, it's nice to meet you Mr. Feng. Goodbye and good night!"

"Is this goodbye? Ordinarily, shouldn't I be invited in for a cup of coffee?" At this time, Feng Yiping took the initiative again.

Quan Zhixian's big eyes blinked again, "Coffee refreshes you, and you need to rest now,"

Just like there are thousands of kinds of beauty, rest can also take many forms. Now, it is also a good mode of rest.

She opened the car door herself, "I wish you all the best in Korea, no, I wish you all the best,"

Watching her get out of the car, Feng Yiping felt a little disappointed, but also a little relaxed. Her assistant who didn't know where she was waiting couldn't be happier. He rushed up and hurriedly helped Quan Zhixian towards home.

From the look on her face, she wished she could be as far away from Feng Yiping as possible.

The little assistant looked back secretly. She still thought so. Regardless of the future, you just met for the first time. At this level, it was enough.

Feng Yiping shook his head and smiled, am I a scourge?

It's just that when we are responsible, shackles, and stay out of the situation, we can always say it is easy, but when we are in the game, who can be so free and easy?

How can you be irresponsible and have the heart to let down some people?

But that’s the problem. Being responsible for some people will hurt others. In order to live up to some people, you will inevitably live up to others...

When I am alone, I always think about these unanswerable questions. Alas, it really gives me a headache.

Over there, Quan Zhixian stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, raising his hand high to signal this way. Feng Yiping also leaned out and waved his hand a few times. He saw that the person over there seemed to be smiling, hugging his side and shorter than her. The assistant walked into the room with three steps and one turn.

Seeing her figure disappear behind the door and watching the lights in the room turn on, Feng Yiping still felt a little lost.

This is probably the intersection.

The music was still playing, but now it changed to a Mandarin song, one that Feng Yiping was quite familiar with. In the quiet night, Tsai Chin's voice echoed in the somewhat lonely carriage, "That's your eyes, bright And beautiful, ah, sentient world, I am filled with joy,”

Feng Yiping thought with a little frustration, if "affection" was replaced by "friendship", then these two lyrics would really reflect tonight's performance.

Owen walked into the car and said, "Boss, we have to go. The staff at Miss Quan's side said that reporters are on their way."

It's really not easy to stay here for a long time, "Let's go,"