"Leave it to Eddie."

After leaving these words lightly, the man stood up and left.

"This..." Several subordinates looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment, and could only look at someone for help.

"Charlson, these documents are very important and require Mr. Warrens's personal signature, but Mr...."

Charleson has been the man's assistant for many years and knows his temper very well.

Every year, the gentleman would come to the capital at this time, and it was also the time of the year when he was most irritable.

The most common thing Mr. did was to stay in the hotel, sitting by the window and staring blankly. If it snowed, he would just sit there and watch the snow for the whole afternoon; if it didn't snow, he would go outside and pick a bunch of red plum blossoms, and he would watch them for the whole afternoon.

No one knows what he is looking at or thinking.

Charleson came back to his senses and looked at the two anxious people. "Master Eddie is the heir that Mr. Warrens has been training for many years. Mr. Warren has no children, so Master Eddie will be the only heir."

"But, these documents are indeed very important..."

"Master Eddie is the heir chosen by the master." Charleson's expression changed. "What? You don't trust the master's judgment?"

"No, no, no." The two men's expressions changed, and they quickly waved their hands to deny it: "We didn't mean that."

"Since there isn't one, go and report to Master Eddie."

"Yes, Charleson."

The two men bent over and left the room.

After the people left, Charleson went into the bedroom of the presidential suite.

"Sir," he said respectfully.

"..." No one answered him, and the room was eerily quiet.

Charleson took two steps inside and, as expected, found that the room was empty and the gentleman was not there.

He remembered that every time the master came to the capital, he would disappear for a while, and he wouldn't even bring him with him, so no one knew his whereabouts.

…………

"Nannan, the plum blossoms are so beautiful! No wonder so many poets loved to write poems about plum blossoms and snow!"

After walking around the flower exhibition, Xing Fei was so excited that she was incoherent. She walked backwards and danced with joy as she described the plum blossoms she had just seen to Ji Zhinan.

"My dad said that in the past, the plum blossoms in Beijing would either bloom early before the snow, or it wouldn't snow at all. It's been years since we've seen the plum blossoms bloom right after the first heavy snow in Beijing!"

Seeing how happy she was, Ji Zhinan was also infected by her emotions and smiled slightly.

Just as Xing Fei said, the scene of plum blossoms and snow coming at the same time has not been seen for many years. There were a lot of people coming to see the flower show today, and their cars were parked a little far away.

On the way back to the parking lot, Xing Fei found a flower shop on the side of the road.

"Nannan, let's go buy some plum blossoms and take them home to put in a vase!"

Ji Zhinan nodded: "Okay."

"Let's go, let's go!" Xing Fei excitedly pulled Ji Zhinan in.

When he reached the door, Ji Zhinan's cell phone suddenly rang. It was Gu Yibei calling.

After seeing this, Xing Fei decisively let go of Ji Zhinan, pretended to be jealous, and waved her hand.

"Go ahead, go ahead and call your husband."

Ji Zhinan laughed out loud at her expression, answered the call and put the phone to his ear.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was unusually gentle.

Gu Yibei's gentle voice came from the other end: "I'll be at the flower show soon. Are you guys coming out yet?"

Ji Zhinan was stunned: "Aren't you at work?"

"miss you."