"Hello, I'm Cheng Ke."

His enunciation is clear and standard, and his voice is a deep and slightly hoarse voice, which is intertwined with magnetism and has a charming charm.

The expression on his face was that of calm indifference, with a slight smile of modesty, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and there was always a calm indifference in his deep eyes.

So bland...almost numb.

Tang and Song then gave a long opening speech, which was nothing more than an introduction to Cheng Ke, his resume and qualifications, etc., and naturally they were full of praise.

The next step was to talk about some topics, but Tang and Song Dynasty discovered that whether it was the nature of the man named Cheng Ke or the temper he had become in this high position, he spoke very concisely and his tone was always indifferent, which made people feel

While not too distant, I also don't feel any closeness.

And there was no joking tone in his words, and he was a bit cold and serious.

"Mr. Cheng, as far as I know, you only took this position five years ago, and compared with other people who inherited the family business smoothly, you experienced some setbacks along the way. What I want to ask is, are you

How did you get to where you are today?”

After Tang Song said this, he looked at him.

Then, for the first time, she saw this serious and indifferent man's face, and finally there was some expression other than indifference. It was a kind of coldness that spread from his eyes so quickly, as if it could destroy everything in an instant.

The ground is frozen and everything is the same.

He softly uttered four words, his tone was as indifferent as before, and his voice was still as pleasant as flowing water.

"Going through hardships."

…

In the lobby of the airport, the ultra-thin LCD TV hanging on the wall is playing live interviews with local TV stations.

A slender figure stood quietly in front of the TV. Her hair reached her waist and ended in gentle curls. She was still holding her suitcase in one hand and her passport and receipts in the other.

She just raised her head slightly and looked at the man on the TV screen. That face seemed to be burned into her memory.

No matter what, I couldn't take another step, I just watched and watched quietly.

Listening to the man on TV calmly uttering the words "go through hardships", looking at his suddenly cold eyes in the close shot, I just feel that in my heart, it seems that those things that have seemed to have been smoothed away by time.

The wound began to prick and pull again, causing a sharp pain.

The phone she had just turned on after getting off the plane was already vibrating in her pocket. She reached out and took it out. The phone was from five years ago and looked a little old.

Looking at the childish little face in the photo of the caller number above, the light in her eyes softened a lot, and there was a smile on the corners of her lips. She swiped the screen to answer the call, and heard the voice on the other end making a milky voice, but

He said in English seriously, "Xiaoxi, how could you do this? You should take the initiative to call me when you get off the plane. You clearly know that I will be worried about you, but you still have to let me take the initiative to call you. Xiaoxi, you are too

Irresponsible!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. It's mom's fault, okay? Don't be upset. It doesn't look good with a little pout. How about it? How are you today?" She said in a soft voice.

It is written in Chinese with a smooth accent, and there is a hint of apology and persuasion in the words.

But the other end remained silent, obviously unhappy.

She could only add, and said in a pitiful tone, "Okay, okay, forgive me, otherwise I would be so sad. It would be sad enough to have jet lag..."

The person on the other end seemed to have calmed down, and after humming twice, he said, "Xiaoxi, you can't do this anymore, you are a mother! How can you make me worry more about you? Don't worry.

I'm very fine, nothing is wrong, I don't want to make people worry like you!"

The little guy said it so confidently that she couldn't laugh or cry.

The host Tang Song on the TV has already asked another question. She asked with a smile on her face, "Don't be offended if I ask more. You are young and promising, and as far as I know, you are currently ownerless."

, I believe everyone is more interested in knowing your relationship experience and what your ideal type is like?"

The person standing in front of the LCD TV originally had a gentle smile on her face while listening to the voice of Nai Baozi on the other end of the phone. However, when she heard the host's words on the TV, her smile gradually fell and her eyes were bright.

He looked at the man on TV.

He is still handsome and handsome, still calm and restrained, a little more mature, a little more attractive, and a little more indifferent than before. His eyes just drift a little far away, looking deep and charming.

.

The corners of his lips curved slightly. Different from the gentle smile before, this curve looked cold and evil.

"Is the ideal type?" he asked back, and then said, "The voice is soft, the eyes are big, the bridge of the nose is a little flat, not too smart, very slow to react, very good at eating, and will only eat when bullied.

The soft bones that endure silently..."

Listening to the characteristics he mentioned, some mist gradually blurred her eyes.

The host on the TV smiled slightly and said, "So your ideal type is this..."

The host wanted to say that his ideal type is this type, but before he could finish his words, he was coldly interrupted, "I don't have any ideal type, as long as he doesn't have the above characteristics."

Listening to the cold words spoken by the man on the TV, she took a deep breath and clenched her phone tightly. The man on the other end of the phone also heard these words, so he said, "Xiao Xi, are you watching TV?

Do you have every annoying characteristic of this person? It’s strange, is my Xiaoxi such an unpopular person?”

She took a deep breath to suppress the sour feeling in her nose, and then smiled and said, "Okay, Nai Baozi, I won't talk to you anymore. You must listen to Uncle White carefully and don't make me worry."

The voice of Nai Baozi on the other end seemed to be a little reluctant, and he asked with a bit of nasality, "Xiaoxi, when will you come back? I've already started to miss you."

She raised her eyes and glanced at the man on the TV screen, her eyes firm, "Soon."

After hanging up the overseas call with Nai Baozi, she dragged her suitcase and prepared to leave, but the sound coming from the TV made her stop again.

"Mr. Cheng, you haven't been married yet, right?" Tang Song put down the script in his hand and asked. The director was a little anxious. What was she asking nonsense! Didn't they agree to go according to the script? Why did you do it all?

Ask questions that are not in the script?

The director's face just looked a little ugly, but the news he learned from his assistant about the skyrocketing ratings made him a little happy.

Tang Song looked at Cheng Ke's indifferent face and felt a little nervous. She didn't know if he would be unhappy if she asked this question that was not in the notebook. She had even begun to think of how she would smooth things over if he didn't answer.

Son.

But the man just lowered his eyes and paused for a moment.

Said, "I am already married, and my wife is dead."
Chapter completed!