"Leave it to Eddie."
The man left with those words in a casual tone.
"This..." The subordinates looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment, and could only look to someone for help.
“Charson, these documents are very important and require Mr. Warrens's personal signature, but sir…”
Charleson was the man's longtime assistant and knew his temperament perfectly well.
Every year around this time, my husband would come to the capital, which was also the time of year when he was at his most irritable.
The thing the gentleman did most often was stay in the hotel, sitting alone by the window, lost in thought. If it snowed, he would sit there watching the snow for an entire afternoon; if it didn't snow, he would go outside and pick a bunch of red plum blossoms, and then watch them for an entire afternoon.
No one knows what he's looking at or thinking.
Charleson snapped out of his daze and looked at the two anxious men: "Young Master Eddie is Mr. Warrens's heir, whom he has been grooming for many years. Since Mr. Warrens has no children, Young Master Eddie will be the sole heir."
"But these documents are indeed very important..."
“Young Master Eddie is the successor handpicked by the master.” Charleson’s expression changed: “What? You don’t trust the master’s judgment?”
"No, no, no." The two subordinates' expressions changed, and they quickly waved their hands in denial: "We didn't mean that."
"Since there isn't one, go and report to Young Master Eddie."
"Yes, Charleson."
The two of them bent over and left the room.
After the person left, Charleson went into the bedroom of the presidential suite.
“Sir,” he said respectfully.
"..." No one answered him; the room was eerily quiet.
Charles took two steps inside, and sure enough, it was empty; the gentleman was not there.
He remembered that every year when his husband came to the capital, he would disappear for a period of time, without even taking him with him, and no one knew where he was.
…………
"Nannan, the plum blossoms are so beautiful! No wonder so many poets used to love writing poems about plum blossoms and snow!"
After strolling around the flower show, Xing Fei was so excited that she was incoherent. She walked backwards while gesturing wildly to Ji Zhinan, telling him about the plum blossoms she had just seen.
“My dad said that in the past, either the plum blossoms in Beijing would bloom before it snowed, or it would not snow at all. It has been many years since we have 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, it's been many years since I've seen plum blossoms and snow arrive at the same time. There are an unusually large number of people coming to see the flower show today, and their cars are parked quite far away.
On her way back to the parking lot, Xing Fei noticed a flower shop that had opened by the roadside.
"Nan Nan, let's go buy a bunch of plum blossoms to take home and put in a vase!"
Ji Zhinan nodded: "Okay."
"Let's go, let's go!" Xing Fei excitedly pulled Ji Zhinan inside.
As Ji Zhinan reached the door, his phone suddenly rang; it was Gu Yibei calling.
Upon seeing this, Xing Fei decisively let go of Ji Zhinan, feigning a sour and jealous expression, and even waved her hand.
"Go ahead, go ahead, call your husband."
Ji Zhinan was amused by her expression and laughed out loud. He answered the phone and put it 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, have you come out yet?"
Ji Zhinan was taken aback: "Aren't you at work?"
"miss you."
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