deceit magician

The windows are bright and colorful. Today, Cheng Yu's employees got the president's amnesty and got off work early. The whole company quickly quieted down. It was a rare rest time, and it was this beautiful festival again. Everyone had their own arrangements .

In the office, Bei Tangxuan rubbed his swollen head, put down his pen, walked to the window, and looked at the night scene outside. There were colorful lights hanging everywhere on the street, and they would not go out all night.

Today is Christmas, everyone brought their friends to go out to have fun, only him, at a loss as to what to do, looked at all the processed documents on the table, there was nothing to do!

Let's go for a walk, Bei Tangxuan sighed, picked up his clothes, and decided to go out to see this festival.

It has been two years since that day. In the past two years, he has been inquiring about that person, but every time, it is the result of disappointing him. No one around him remembers that person, not even Bai Nuo. Sometimes, he really felt that those things were just a bizarre dream of his own, and that person never existed.

However, the black paper fan placed beside his bed made him not want to give up his only hope.

That profiteer Mo Junran really existed, he remembers every detail clearly, even if the whole world doesn't believe it, it's enough for only one person to believe it.

There was a cool touch on the face, and the temperature seemed to be getting colder. Bei Tangxuan raised his head, and the sky was white, and it was snowing.

Christmas snow is always full of romantic colors. When you reach out your hand, the snowflakes slowly fall on your hand, and then melt in the palm of your hand. The crystal water drops are quickly evaporated by the heat of your body.

Withdrawing his hand and inserting it into his pocket, he recovered the warm temperature, and walked to the small street unknowingly. The stalls on both sides sold all kinds of gadgets, gloves, scarves, hair clips, brooches, each stall There are many people around, and today is a very suitable day for setting up such a small stall.

"Big brother, let's buy a bouquet of flowers." Bei Tangxuan was thinking indiscriminately, when a sweet voice in front of him pulled him back from his thoughts.

A ten-year-old girl stopped in front of him holding a bouquet of flowers, her little face was flushed, and her eyes were full of expectation.

Beitangxuan, who hadn't planned to buy anything, couldn't say no to the little girl's expression.

"Big brother, buy a bouquet of flowers for the sister you like." Seeing that Beitangxuan was silent, the little girl eagerly added another sentence.

"I don't have a sister I like." Bei Tangxuan replied casually, seeing the little girl lower her head in disappointment, he smiled and took out a bouquet of white flowers from the bouquet.

Feeling the change in her hand, the little girl immediately raised her head, looked at him with starry eyes, and said, "Brother, there is our flower shop in front of you, and there are more beautiful flowers there. Go and have a look, and you will definitely find what you like." .”

Bei Tangxuan nodded, didn't pay much attention, paid the money, and continued walking aimlessly.

It's just that he didn't see that the little girl holding flowers slowly disappeared into the crowd.

The snow gradually became heavier, but the noise around it still did not decrease. While walking, Beitangxuan's eyes were suddenly attracted by something. It was a newly opened flower shop, and the flower baskets for the opening in front of the door had not been put away yet. , that huge flower definitely attracted everyone's attention.

What a strange shop, this is the first impression of Beitangxuan, looking at the flowers in his hand, is this the flower shop that the little girl said?

With curiosity in his heart, Bei Tangxuan walked in, and with a jingle, the door slowly opened, and a warm voice sounded beside him.

"Our store opens today, and all products are [-]% off."

Hearing this man's voice, Bei Tangxuan's body trembled involuntarily, and he turned around slowly. The man stood beside him with a smile, revealing a hint of cunning in those dark eyes.

Bei Tangxuan smiled, he had never been so happy in the past two years.

"Then, how much is this product?" Beitangxuan pointed to Mo Junran and asked happily.

"That's it." Mo Junran lowered his head and thought for a while before replying, "President Beitang's entire net worth."

"A profiteer." Beitangxuan said angrily.

"Thank you for the compliment, there is nothing wrong with business." Mo Junran smiled like a spring breeze.