President Fang's office.

"I warn you not to look for me again!" Fang Mengqing growled while holding the phone, his face full of anger.

Not knowing what the person on the other end of the line said, Fang Mengqing was so angry that his hands were shaking, "I've already made it clear to you that you and I have never known each other! What do you mean by calling me now?"

The person on the other end of the phone had an agitated voice that leaked out from the microphone: "You know I really love you, I can't live without you! Xiao Meng, please don't ignore me, okay?"

Listening carefully, this voice was 90% similar to Xiao Beichen's.

Fang Mengqing was uncontrollably fascinated by this voice, and his twisted and angry expression eased.

The person on the other end of the phone immediately noticed Fang Mengqing's easing up, and immediately spoke very affectionately: "Xiao Meng, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you very much. You miss me too, right? Can you come out and see me?"

Fang Mengqing seemed to be struck in the heart by something, and a soft light flashed in her eyes, but then dimmed immediately. After all,

he is not Brother Beichen...

No matter how similar he is, he is not Brother Beichen, but why can't she help but be obsessed with him?

"Xiao Meng, just treat it as me begging you, to see him for the last time, okay? Just treat it as the last farewell, please." The person on the other end of the phone choked up.

Fang Mengqing was like a deflated ball, slowly falling down on the chair.

"Xiao Meng, please, just this last time. From now on, I will leave the capital and never come back. I will never cause you any trouble. I swear!"

After a moment of silence and struggle, Fang Mengqing said weakly: "Where are you?"

The voice in the microphone was overjoyed: "The old place, Royal Sky Hotel, our first room."

Half an hour later.

Royal Sky Hotel.

Fang Mengqing wore sunglasses and entered from the back door, and came to the target room number with familiarity.

Standing outside the door, Fang Mengqing's mind was in uncontrollable chaos.

Thinking of many scenes in the past, every picture made her obsessed.

The door opened from the inside.

A face that was 90% similar to Xiao Beichen appeared in front of Fang Mengqing, but this face was filled with unspeakable sadness and pain, an expression that Xiao Beichen had never had before.

As if cold water was poured on her face, Fang Mengqing suddenly woke up. However, before she could react, the man excitedly reached out and pulled her into the door, closing it behind him.

Then, the man passionately kissed Fang Mengqing.

"What are you doing! Let me go!" Fang Mengqing cursed and struggled.

However, the man refused to let go no matter how hard he struggled. He said sadly, "Xiao Meng, I miss you so much. Can you give yourself to me?"

"I told you to let go!" Fang Mengqing growled, but all kinds of past scenes kept floating in her mind, and her body went limp.

The man hugged her even harder, and his voice was very similar to Xiao Beichen's. "Xiao Meng, I love you."

In an instant, Fang Mengqing was completely weak, and the man took the opportunity to press her against the wall and kissed her passionately...

An hour later.

Fang Mengqing was dressed, turned around and looked at the man who wanted to hug her, and said coldly: "Stop."

The man looked painful: "Really can't see each other again?"

"This is the last time, if you dare to show up in front of me again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Fang Mengqing took out the check she had prepared in advance from her bag and threw it in front of him, "This is one million, take it and disappear immediately."

After saying that, Fang Mengqing left decisively.

The door closed.

The man's pain disappeared immediately, and he held the check between his fingers and shook it lightly, his expression disdainful and vicious.

"Fang Mengqing, Fang Mengqing, I went through plastic surgery to please you, and you cut it off just like that. Is that a good thing? I was thinking that if you had a better attitude, I would let you go for the sake of our old friendship."

The man walked to the desk lamp opposite the big bed, took out the micro camera inside, then picked up the phone with a sneer and dialed a number.

"Ms. Mu, I've thought it through. Is it convenient for us to meet and talk?"