This night, Feng Hao slept very unsteadily, and his dreams were full of summer rain oranges.

Half-asleep and half-awake, he habitually stretched out his hand to his side, feeling as if he was holding her in his arms, but no matter how hard his arm was a little harder, he couldn't hold anything.

Shocked, he woke up, covered in cold sweat. Sitting up, he was thinking about Xia Yucheng in the dark, and wanted to grab his mobile phone several times to call her, but he held back again and again.

He lifted the quilt in distraught, walked out of the bedroom in thin pajamas, opened the door of the outer room, and a cold wind suddenly hit, freezing through the bones.

Feng Hao suddenly came to the cloister and watched the small courtyard covered with a thick layer of snow glowing white in the night. He frowned slightly, wondering if Xia Yucheng tonight was the same as him, unable to sleep peacefully.

Hearing the movement, Zhu Huan and Muzi rushed over as soon as possible.

When Feng Hao heard their footsteps, he waved his hand irritably, and said, "Go down!

He stood there, his powerful aura and extraordinary momentum, even in the night, he couldn't hide the slightest.

"My lord, the weather is cold, please take care of your body!" Zhu Huan saw that Feng Hao only had a thin pajama on his body, so he cautiously persuaded him.

"Long-winded!" Feng Hao snorted coldly, turned and entered the house, and soon, he came out again, with an extra lit cigarette in his hand.

Seeing this, Muzi hurriedly came into the house and brought him an ashtray and gently placed it at his feet.

"Let's all go down!" Feng Hao frowned, smoking a cigarette, and looked very tired, as if he had been drained of all his strength, and he was a little more lonely and desolate than usual.

Zhu Huan and Muzi had no choice but to leave.

After walking a few steps, Zhu Huan motioned for Muzi to leave, but he hid in the dark under the corridor, looking at the lonely figure in the dim light from a distance.

That lonely figure reminded Zhu Huan of many years ago, when the adults of the previous generation were like this, often standing alone under the cloister at night and meditating lonely.

The snow, still falling, is like a jade butterfly dancing, swirling and falling in the north wind.

On the horizon, there is a faint glimmer of light, and a new day is about to start again.

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The GS building in Kyoto is a busy scene, and every department is busy with the work at hand.

With the return of Fenghao, the president's office on the top floor of this building has welcomed its long-lost owner.

"Mr. Feng, the video conference is ready. "Secretary Song Yuanai understands English and Japanese, so before Feng Hao came, she came in advance to familiarize herself with the working environment, and she became handy in a few days.

"Hmm! let's get started!" Feng Hao sat on the sofa in front of the TV screen, feeling a little headache.

In the video conference, the heads of each department made a detailed report on the current work and the company's profit target.

Feng Hao really wanted to listen with a clear line of thought as before, but he found that he had always been distracted by public and private interests. There were many reports, but he couldn't listen to them, only saw the executive's mouth on the screen one by one, but his ears didn't hear anything.

For the first time, he brought his personal feelings to work.

After the reports of the various executives, Yan Ziqing added the show off of his happy life in a refreshed manner.

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