Chapter 126 Is this a confession?

In the spacious and bright office, a gentle-looking middle-aged man sits on the sofa, holding a cigar in his hand, cutting off the wrapped cigar leaves at the end with a cigar.

The middle-aged man's movements were extremely proficient, just like making a work of art. When the cigar was trimmed, he smiled with satisfaction, lit the cigar, put it to his mouth with two extremely delicate fingers, took a deep breath, let the fragrance of tobacco ferment in his body, and then spit it out contentedly. When he came out, the strong smoke blocked his sight, and the middle-aged man's body lay on the sofa like clouds and fog, enjoying the comfort of this moment.

This is a man who knows how to enjoy. From his spacious office furnishings, it can be seen that all the decorations here are the top brands in the world, and there are many handicrafts from some families, which are low-key and luxurious, revealing the extraordinary identity of middle-aged men.

After a while, the middle-aged man was surrounded by a layer of light smoke, and the air was mixed with a smell of tobacco burning, which was strong but refreshing.

However, this quiet and comfortable moment was disturbed by a knock on the door. The middle-aged man frowned, but did not stop his movements. He still slowly smoked a cigar, and then said "Come in"!

The office door was pushed open from the outside, and a beautiful woman in a silver and white professional suit appeared at the door with a sweet smile on her face and said, "Chairman, Xiaofang and Anan want to see you!"

Hearing the two names mentioned by the female population, the middle-aged man was slightly stunned and asked, "Is it just the two of them?"

"Yes, Chairman!" The uniform woman opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something, but after thinking about it, she still couldn't help saying anything. She just stood respectfully at the door and waited for the middle-aged man's instructions.

"Og, let them in!" The middle-aged man didn't ask anything more, said lightly, and still smoked by himself.

"Okay!" The woman in uniform answered and then retreated. After a while, she saw two strong men coming in. It was the two men who had been fight with Ye Feng before.

The two walked to the middle-aged man and nodded respectfully. They couldn't see anything strange about them at this moment, but their faces were not very good-looking and looked a little pale, especially the black-faced man, who could still see a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

The middle-aged man looked up and could see from the expressions on their faces that they had not done what they had explained, but he was not very angry. He just frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

The black-faced Xiaofang hesitated for a moment and still gave a comment that he thought was more pertinent, "He is very strong. Neither Anan nor I are his opponents!"

"Oh? Is it?" The middle-aged man is obviously a little unbelievable. These two men are the most powerful second-tier bodyguard group under him. They are also one of the best masters in the circle of Modu, but at this moment, he heard from one of them that he heard such a high evaluation of Ye Feng, who was only a senior high school student, which made it difficult for him. Believe it.

"What do you think, Anan?" The middle-aged man looked back and asked a short question, wanting to hear other answers from him.

"It's really strong, and the person the boss wants to see is likely to be the inheritor of those ancient martial arts families!" The answer given by the short-inch Anan is even more beyond the imagination of middle-aged men.

"Are you sure?" The middle-aged man's face changed, and the cigar between his fingers was also flatten by him. It can be seen that his heart fluctuates greatly at this moment.

Black-faced Xiaofang and short-inch Anan nodded at the same time. The two of them have also seen many masters, especially those top masters listed by the boss as the first echelon, which they can't defeat at all, just like the young and somewhat excessive ancient martial arts masters they just met.

For the words of these two men, middle-aged men are still extremely trusted. Although these two men are not included in the ranks of the first echelon masters, it is because their strength is slightly poor, but their loyalty is very reliable, otherwise they will not be so valued by him.

"Interesting!" Soon, the expression on the middle-aged man's face recovered, smoked a cigar with a smile, spit out a big smoke ring, and said, "It seems that I guessed right. I was really taken away by the old guy. Humph, Qinglianmen? I'd like to see how big waves you can make!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man fiercely twisted out most of the remaining cigars and pinched his fingers on the burning tobacco, but he didn't seem to feel any hot temperature.

**

Ye Feng left the two unfriendly guys and drove straight back to Putuo District. He casually found a restaurant near the school to solve his lunch before returning to Putuo High School.

Because there is a comprehensive exam in the afternoon, which is the last model exam for the third year of senior high school this year, many students are seriously reviewing their lessons. When Ye Feng returned to the class, there was still half an hour before class time, but the classroom was full of people, and only his seat was empty.

Entering the classroom, many people's eyes fell on him, probably sighing that this guy didn't come to class at such a critical time, but more people still buried themselves in reviewing after being surprised and ignored Ye Feng.

However, when Song Xiaolin Zhiyin saw Ye Feng coming in, they felt relieved for no reason. Since they were rescued that day, Ye Feng seemed to suddenly disappear. They just sent a message to Song Xiaoxiao saying that they had something to do, and they didn't know what he had done. They even guessed whether this guy would be saved because of the rescue. They were retaliated by each other. Maybe they had been chopped into meat and thrown into the Huangpu River to feed the fish, so Song Xiaoxiao didn't even eat fish these days.

I have to say that women's imagination is still very strong, but Song Xiaoxiao doesn't think that he is really worried about Ye Feng's hooligan, at most to repay him for saving his little concern and Lin Zhiyin, without any other feelings.

I just don't know when her eyes have begun to follow Ye Feng's trajectory, which seems to be an extremely bad omen, so when Ye Feng returned to her smile, Song Xiaoxiao pouted her lips and hummed dissatisfiedly to show her dislike of him!

Ye Feng touched his face and was not handsome enough to make women jealous!

Forbid, Lin Zhiyin's attitude towards him is much gentler, and a beautiful girl like her reveals an intellectual lady's taste at a young age. Her smile can indeed bring people a sense of comfort like a spring breeze.

When passing by Zhou Jiantong, the little girl actually looked up at Ye Feng with a blush, and then quickly lowered her head and pretended to be studying hard, but her heart beat violently.

Ye Feng stopped, looked down at Zhou Jiantong's textbook, and couldn't help growing his mouth. The page looks clean, with only a few notes next to a few mathematical formulas, but an illustration is drawn in a blank space below the page.

The illustration is painted with a ballpoint pen, with two small pieces of heart shapes on it, with the names of Ye Feng and Zhou Jiantong written on them, and an arrow next to it shot far away. When it penetrated the two heart shapes, it stopped, and a big exclamation mark and a question mark was drawn behind...

Zhou Jiantong originally covered it with his arm, but he didn't expect that Ye Feng would suddenly lower his head to peek. Suddenly, his face turned red. The two small faces suddenly became hot. He hurriedly reached out and covered it so that Ye Feng could not see it. By the way, he raised his little foot and stepped on Ye Feng's instep hard to tell him not to go too much.

"What are you doing?" When Zhou Jiantong saw that Ye Feng would not leave, she was suddenly a little anxious. She raised her head, frowned her two lovely eyebrows, and asked in a low voice.

Ye Feng laughed badly, pointed to Zhou Jiantong's book and said, "There is a simpler solution to this formula. Do you want me to help you write it out?"

"Ah?" Zhou Jiantong thought that Ye Feng was laughing at the illustration on her page, but she didn't expect him to say this. She couldn't help moving her hand away from the book and involuntarily handing over the ballpoint pen in her hand.

Ye Feng lowered his head and pretended to look at it, but pinched the ballpoint pen and drew a line on both sides of the heart shape, then wrapped them together and said, "That's fine!"

I have to say that Ye Feng's painting talent is almost zero. This guy can't even draw his fingers at all, so he directly entangled the two threads together, which means that the hearts of the two represent them came together hand in hand. Although it looks like this illustration, it is such a failure that makes Zhou Jian Tong was excited for no reason and dared not look up at Ye Feng.

"Is he confessing?" Zhou Jiantong was uneasy. She didn't know whether Ye Feng was deliberately teasing her or what he was hinting at. She remembered that she was forced to hold hands by him before, and she was even more at a loss, as if her feelings suddenly came too fast, which made her a little unacceptable for a while.

Ye Feng saw her staring at the illustration motionlessly and did not disturb him. He sat back to his seat. Instead, Li Jianqiang next to Zhou Jiantong suddenly turned around, gave a thumbs up to Ye Feng and whispered, "Brother, you are so shameless! Teach me this stunt sometime!"

Ye Feng rolled her eyes. Is your sister praising me or hurting me? What we draw is not painting, but emotion. Do you know something about wool with negative emotional intelligence?

Ignoring Li's strong joke, Ye Feng looked up at Zhou Jiantong's *. Suddenly, her heart moved, quietly stretched out a finger, a little behind her through Zhou Jiantong's school uniform, and then gently stroked it.

Zhou Jiantong still sat motionless as if she hadn't heard Li Jianqiang's jokes joke. She didn't know what she was thinking. It was not until she felt that her back was scratched with her finger a few times that she suddenly woke up and almost couldn't help throwing her book and smashing her head back.

Fortunately, she knew that it must be Ye Feng who was playing tricks in the back. She resisted the itching on her back and waited for Ye Feng to finish writing. Then her face turned red again, but this time, there was a trace of sweetness in that smile!

Because Ye Feng wrote: I like you!