Turning around, Lin Feng strode back to the company.
The revolving door opened and closed silently, completely isolating the wind and snow and the dark woman's back.
As the elevator ascended with a slight sense of weightlessness, he took out his cell phone, and the screen showed a message from Meng Qing not long ago:
"Still at the office? Don't stay up too late. I left some soup for you."
Followed by a warm little sun emoticon.
The corners of Lin Feng's cold mouth finally rose slightly into an almost invisible arc.
He tapped his fingertips and replied with one word: "Okay."
The elevator door opened, and light from the top floor office poured out.
Afterwards, he called Shen Yunche, Yun Penghui and Zhu Qiming to the office.
Insert the USB drive and the evidence will appear one by one.
The three were so shocked that they were speechless. Any one of the above options would be enough to kill Ye Yuanshan completely, and he would never be able to recover.
"Thank you for your hard work during this period. After tomorrow, we can have a good sleep." Lin Feng said with a smile as he stood in front.
"Okay." Shen Yunche leaned back in his chair and shouted weakly.
"Okay, everyone, pack up and go back." After Lin Feng finished speaking, he got up, went downstairs and headed straight home.
Lin Feng parked the car outside the courtyard and turned off the engine. The residual heat of the engine quickly dissipated in the silence, leaving only the biting cold outside the car window.
He pushed open the car door and the cold wind immediately blew into his neck, causing him to shrink his shoulders slightly.
There was a thin layer of snow in the yard, glowing faintly under the cold street lights.
Most of the building was shrouded in darkness, with only the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room on the first floor emitting a warm, orange-yellow light.
He stood in the yard, looking inside through the cold glass.
The warm light outlines the cozy interior.
The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. He walked lightly, pushed open the half-open courtyard gate, and then carefully opened the door of the house.
My sight passed through the window lattice and fell on the large fabric sofa.
I came to the living room and saw Mengqing curled up there, like a cat seeking a warm harbor.
A warm current mixed with heat and a faint fragrance rushed towards him and enveloped him instantly.
The house was silent except for the faint sound of the television.
She was lying on her side, covered with a thick beige velvet blanket, revealing only her peaceful profile, and resting on a soft pillow.
Her long black hair was scattered a little messily on her cheeks and neck, rising and falling slightly with her even breathing.
The TV screen was still on, silently playing some late-night drama.
The changing light and shadows flowed gently on her sleeping face, and her long eyelashes cast two quiet shadows under her eyelids.
And Mu Mu, the fluffy orange cat, was now lying quietly in front of Meng Qing's curled up legs.
It rolled itself into a warm fur ball, its chin resting on its folded front paws, its golden eyes half-closed, revealing a sense of contented laziness.
The big fluffy tail would occasionally and gently brush across Mengqing's blanket-covered calves with great comfort, and the movement was so gentle that it seemed to be soothing her.
Mu Mu's ears moved extremely sensitively, and it suddenly raised its head.
The golden round pupils sparkled in the warm light, locking onto Lin Feng who was standing at the door.
Mu Mu immediately let out an extremely subtle "meow" full of surprise, and jumped lightly off the sofa.
She ran towards him cheerfully with small, silent steps, her fluffy tail held high.
Lin Feng squatted down, put his index finger to his lips, and made a "hush" gesture to Mu Mu who ran to his feet and rubbed his trouser legs, with a gentle look in his eyes.
Mu Mu seemed to understand and stopped shouting. She just rubbed her head against his hand affectionately and made a satisfied purr in her throat.
Lin Feng rubbed Mu Mu's head soothingly, then stood up, walked lightly towards the sofa step by step.
He took off his cold coat and draped it over the back of a nearby chair, fearing that he might disturb the person sleeping on the sofa.
He half-knelt on one knee in front of the sofa, and the soft carpet took his weight.
His eyes lingered on Meng Qing's sleeping face almost greedily.
Under the warm yellow light, her skin was delicate and smooth, with all her defenses removed.
He stretched out his hand, his fingertips feeling slightly cool from outside.
But he paused when he was about to touch her cheek, and then very gently and carefully brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen from her cheek and tucked it behind her small ear.
His fingertips brushed across her warm earlobe, and the delicate touch made Lin Feng's heart tremble.
Perhaps it was the subtle touch, or perhaps it was the feeling of a familiar breath approaching.
Meng Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Those clear eyes were initially filled with sleepiness and covered with a layer of mist.
He blinked somewhat dazedly, like a misty star.
When my vision focused and I saw the person half-kneeling in front of me, my sleepiness was instantly dispelled.
Instead, there was pure, unreserved surprise and relief.
"Are you back?" Her voice was hoarse and soft, like that of someone who had just woken up.
She didn't stand up immediately, but just adjusted her posture slightly.
I turned my face to the side and sank deeper into the soft pillow, my body relaxing under the blanket.
But his eyes were fixed on Lin Feng's face without blinking, filled with deep attachment.
"Yeah, I'm back." Lin Feng's voice was low but a little gentle.
He was still half-kneeling there, keeping his eyes level with hers, tracing her eyebrows and eyes tenderly, and said:
"I came back too late these days and woke you up."
His eyes swept over the blanket she was covered with and her curled up posture, and he said with a hint of barely perceptible heartache:
"Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"
Meng Qing shook her head slightly, with a warm arc at the corner of her mouth, with a bit of naivety of just waking up:
"Waiting for you, I'm not hungry."
She said, trying to sit up on the sofa.
The blanket slipped down from her shoulders a little, revealing the soft, light-colored home clothes underneath.
"Don't move." Lin Feng held down her shoulders gently as she tried to stand up.
"Lie down, I'll get you something to eat." Lin Feng stood up, stretched out his hand naturally, and gently held her slender ankle through the blanket. It felt warm to the touch.
"Your feet are so cold, why don't you cover them up a little more?" There was a doting reproach in his tone.
Meng Qing obediently retracted her feet and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, only revealing a pair of smiling eyes as she looked at him:
"There are soup and vegetables left for you in the kitchen. They are in the thermos, so they should still be hot. There is also your favorite braised pork."
Meng Qing turned over, found a comfortable position to lie down, and looked at Lin Feng.
"Okay." Lin Feng nodded slightly.
"Go eat it. Remember to heat it up."
Meng Qing closed her eyes, smiled and shook her head.
Then he opened his eyes and looked at Lin Feng with a pair of bright eyes.
It looked like he was saying kiss me.
Lin Feng couldn't help it, and went back to Meng Qing and kissed her lips.
Kiss it gently.
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