Chapter 50 (1/2)

In the early morning, when several wisps of golden sunshine rise from the Far East, pass through layers of clouds and shine on the earth, a new day has come.

At Dixuan international headquarters in the center of the imperial capital, ye Chen stood in front of the gate of Dixuan and looked up at the international building with more than 50 floors. The word ”international” is not blowing. Dixuan international in the business world can be said to dominate the economic lifeline of China. They can easily cut off the economy of China!

Its power is spread all over the world's major cities, but also cloth merchants, politics and military. It can be said that the strength of Xuanyuan family is spread all over all aspects of power, and its status is very high.

Ye Chen looked up at the building and said nothing for a long time. He didn't know what to say or what to sigh.

At this time, a $1.3 million mass production sports car silbey stopped a few meters away in front of the door. At the same time, Dixuan international saw the sports car appear. A young man in a suit and white gloves came out of the door of the company and hurried to the door.

Then, a woman came out of the car. Although she was nearly 40 years old, she looked like a 25-year-old goddess of youth. Her skin was whiter than those women in their twenties. She wore fashionable and decent light black ol professional women's clothes, coupled with her calm and cold eyes. I don't know how many men were fascinated.

”Mr. Luo! Good morning!” the young man who ran out of the company greeted the woman respectfully.

The woman nodded in response and handed the car key to the young man. Then, the young man opened the door, started the sports car and drove to the company parking lot.

The woman walked forward with light clouds, but when she wanted to enter the gate of Dixuan international, a big bouquet appeared in front of the woman. It was not a rose, nor a blue witch, nor any other flower, but a flower on the other side of the river that was said to grow at the junction of yin and Yang.

The woman was stunned, even the security guard at the door and mm at the front desk.

”This... What's going on? Someone wants to pursue president Luo? Doesn't he know that president Luo is married? And he can be his mother at any age.”

”Who told us to be born beautiful and capable? Although we are close to 40, we still look like twenty-five or six years old. I'm jealous.”

”Yes, everything is good. Unfortunately, her son is a playboy.”

”Who says not? Sleep during the day and nightclubs at night.”

”Hey, look at the flowers that the handsome guy sent. It's the flowers on the huangquan road - the flowers on the other side!”

”Really, what does that handsome guy mean? Is he pursuing or cursing us to die early?”

”This man is really wonderful. What's wrong with sending flowers to the other side? I've seen a good play.”

People saw this scene and talked about it one after another.

....

The woman reacted, turned her head slightly, and saw a beautiful man with an expressionless face. At the same time, the latter also exuded a faint cold, like a gas field that refuses people thousands of miles away.

”Hello, what can I do for you? Besides, why do you send flowers to the other bank? Don't you know why it is the other bank flowers?” the woman's words are as sweet as silver bells, which makes people intoxicated.

”Luo Wushuang, Luo Da president, do you know the words of flowers on the other side?” Ye Chen's words were neither cold nor hot, nor any expression.

”I admit that I have received a lot of flowers and gifts in my life. You send flowers to the other side, which is really different, but if you want to attract my attention to you, I'm sorry, you can leave. The means of children are useless to me.” Luo Wushuang's cold beautiful eyes fell on Ye Chen, as if he wanted to see through the man in front of him, but unfortunately, She can't see anything.

”Sad memory, its flower language.” Ye Chen is still expressionless, and the flower language says coldly, ”I haven't seen you for eight years, but you're still so beautiful.”

Ye Chen's words contained a trace of sigh.

Four eyes are opposite. In Luo Wushuang's eyes, the man in front of her seems ordinary, but she seems to see a world, a cold and emotionless world through Ye Chen's eyes.

Why do I feel like I have been similar to that young man, as if he is my old friend, but why can't I think of who she is, and why do I feel a wonderful touch