Raiders of the fast crossing target characters

Nelson thought about it for a while, but he couldn't figure out why Su Qi looked at him with that kind of subtle eyes when he first met him. He pondered many possibilities in his heart, but none of them seemed to be reliable.

"Could it be that he has heard about me for a long time and has been in love with me for a long time?" The blond-haired, blue-eyed man rested his chin on one hand, looked at the surging waves outside the glass window beside him, with a hint of sadness in his brows and eyes:

"Hey, if this is the case, it's normal. After all, who made me too perfect."

"It's not uncommon for a man like me to be liked by both men and women."

He sat there alone and murmured. Occasionally, someone passing by not far away could not help but look at him a few more times, attracted by the appearance of this mixed-race kid.

And Nelson is used to this kind of gaze, if one day these people don't react like this, he will feel uncomfortable instead.

A female star in a red evening dress came to him with a goblet in her hand, and smiled sweetly: "You are Mr. Nelson, right? My name is Liu Yun. I have always admired the clothes designed by Mr. Nelson. It's a pity that the team tried several times, but failed to invite your work."

Nelson's occupational disease was onset again. He subconsciously looked at the lady's clothes and figure, got up and clinked glasses with her, and said with a smile:

"Hello, Ms. Liu, you are very beautiful and have a unique temperament, but I think it may not fit my work."

What he said was so straightforward, Liu Yun couldn't help but glared at him angrily, then turned and left.

What kind of designer is this? She took the initiative to lower her face to talk, but was told that his work was not suitable for him. Do all designers have this problem?One mouth can kill people.

She felt that the subtext of Nelson's words was: Your appearance and temperament are not enough to match my clothes.

In fact, Nelson did mean this, but he felt that his wording was already very euphemistic.

After being glared at by the female star, he felt a little wronged, stroked the wall of the goblet with his fingertips a few times, and decided to go to the deck outside to get some air.

As soon as he arrived on the deck, he was a little surprised to find a familiar person: "Oh, Mr. Su, are you there?"

A young man in a denim suit was facing him sideways, talking with the man beside him.

Hearing his voice, Zhuo Xi turned her head.

"Hello, Mr. Nelson, what a coincidence."

The young man had crooked eyes and smiled like an amiable angel.

Nelson automatically added a filter to him, and walked towards him in a good mood: "I didn't know I would meet you, but who is this?"

He looked at the man next to the young man, and sighed in his heart: Oh my God, this man looks really good, and his appearance is also outstanding, but just by looking at his aura, he is not an ordinary person.

He quickly concluded in his mind that this man must not be some kind of star.

It's not so much a star, it's better to say that he looks like a leader who is all-powerful and pointing the country. The gaze projected towards him is also a bit daunting.

"Let me introduce you to each other." Zhuo Xi said with a smile, "Nelson, this is my brother, Fu Huai. Brother, this is Nelson Jefferson, a famous French chief fashion designer."

Fu Huai: "Nelson Jefferson?"

Zhuo Xi: "Yes, it's the behind-the-scenes owner of the high-end store where you often order suits, brother, don't you know?"

Fu Huai obviously never took this kind of thing to heart, "I don't know."

For him, there is no need to remember the name of the owner of a tailor-made clothing store.

Nelson felt that an arrow had been stabbed in his back, "Oh, I feel a little sad. It seems that I, the boss behind the scenes, don't have much sense of existence."

Zhuo Xi was a little amused: "Nelson, my brother is usually busy, and all the custom-made clothes are handed over to his subordinates."

Nelson blinked: "But the suit he ordered for you last time seems to be ordered and selected by him. It seems that Mr. Fu really cares about you."

Zhuoxi showed a shy expression, and looked at Fu Huai: "I'm going to feel embarrassed when you say that."

"Haha." Nelson leaned over and was about to reach out to pat him on the shoulder when Fu Huai stared at him.

He paused, subconsciously withdrew his hand, turned to lean on the railing of the cruise ship, and coughed twice.

Is this brother's possessiveness a bit too strong?

Zhuo Xi took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and said to Nelson:

"I also have a friend who is also on the cruise ship and he just messaged me saying he will come find me soon."

"Huh?" Nelson took a sip of wine comfortably, "Well, since he is your friend, he should be as good as me."

Zhuoxi: "Well...about the same?"

Why does this person always feel a little narcissistic when he speaks, and I don't know what expression he will have when he sees Xu Jia.

Zhuo Xi felt that Yi Xujia's character might not be used to Nelson, and maybe he would show his poisonous side.

Because Fu Huai was by his side, people would come over to talk to men from time to time. They were all business bigwigs, the kind who could make the whole area tremble three times by raising their hands in the circle.

Fu Huai always dealt with social occasions with ease. For him, such occasions were not used to. From the moment he became sensible, this kind of thing became an instinct engraved in his bone marrow.

After all, as a heir of the Fu family, from the age of twelve or thirteen, he has to face the approach and advances of countless insiders.

And the business bigwigs who came to chat with Fu Huai were also a little delicate when they saw the young man next to the man.

They had heard about Mr. Xue before.

Because there was a lot of trouble in the circle, Fu Huai personally came forward at that time.

The people present passed it around, and not long after, many people knew that Fu Huai, the heir of the Rongjiang Group, was protecting a "brother".

And these bigwigs didn't directly make a conclusion, but quietly launched an investigation.

In the end, they discovered that this "brother" surnamed Su was really Fu Huai's nominal brother.

Those people guessed at the beginning that the two were in some kind of nurturing relationship, which was completely wrong.

Fu Huai did have a younger brother.

And, it still seems to be really protective.

Therefore, the bosses would find opportunities to praise Zhuoxi during their conversations with Fu Huai.

"Mr. Su Xiao is still so young, but he has his own great ideals. It's really admirable." This is a boastful fart.

"If Mr. Su needs anything in the entertainment industry, you can tell me, and I will do my best to help, ha ha." This is an active gesture.

Fu Huai glanced at this person silently, his eyes were a little cold.

That boss: "?" Did he say something wrong?

013, who was watching the excitement, said: Damn, you are meddling too much.Mr. Fu's meaning is obviously that I will take care of my brother's affairs. Do you need me?

Zhuoxi took this scene into his eyes, leaning his elbows on the railing, with a relaxed and relaxed expression.

No one came to entertain him, so it was really comfortable.

And Fu Huai didn't intend to drag him out to socialize, but just let him enjoy the peace and tranquility here.

Of course, it would have been better if this Mr. Nelson hadn't been there.

Because he is really talkative.

Behind him, Xu Jia in formal attire came up from the stairs, boarded the deck, looked around with his eyes, and finally saw Zhuoxi.

"Su..." Immediately afterwards, he paused, his gaze was like a sharp sword, and he shot at the blond man next to the young man.

Then, he turned and walked away.

Nelson turned his head inadvertently, and saw the back of this figure who was about to leave.For some reason, at that moment, his heart beat suddenly, he instinctively moved his long legs, and chased after Xu Jia's back.

"--and many more!"

"..." Zhuoxi watched this scene, and looked back with great interest.

What will happen next, he can't control, after all, it belongs to the two of them, although he is a little curious about Xu Jia, the "old man who passed away".

But now it seems that the "death" that Xu Jia said at that time was probably just a "beautiful blessing", or for Xu Jia, Nelson was indeed in the past tense, so he regarded the other party as a dead people.

The boy in the photo in Xu Jia's wallet has not yet opened his facial features, and he has a more Asian sense. He is quite different from the current Nelson.But if you look closely, there are actually similarities, after all, they are the same person.

The sense of familiarity he had always felt before came from this.

Putting the matter of these two people behind him, he looked at the sea under his feet.Under the sun, the sea water presents a shimmering state, like beautiful quicksand, flowing gracefully past the eyes of the viewer.

"Brother, look, what does this water look like?" the young man asked.

Following his gaze, Fu Huai quietly stared at the sea with him, and said lightly:

"Like fine silk."

There were people coming and going on the deck. To be honest, not many people would care about the identities of these two people standing together. People were busy socializing and socializing, and each had their own goals to accomplish.

In this cruise, not many people actually come to play.

And Fu Huai had finished socializing, and no one dared to chat with him abruptly.

However, it is inevitable that there are old acquaintances who recognize them.

"Boss Fu?" Wan Xin's voice was slightly surprised, she looked at the two standing side by side, "What a coincidence, you and your brother are also here."

Fu Huai and Zhuo Xi turned around together, looking at this young celebrity who took the initiative to step forward.

"It's a coincidence." Zhuo Xi responded with a smile, "Miss Wan."

Fu Huai nodded slightly, as if he didn't really want to talk.

Wan Xin was silent for two seconds, then turned her head and smiled at the middle-aged man behind her:

"Dad, this is the current chairman of Rongjiang Group, Fu Huai, Director Fu. Haven't you always wanted to see him?"

Wan Xin's father is also an old director of a certain domestic company. Hearing this, he sized up the man and said:

"Hi Dong Fu, I've heard about it for a long time. You are really young and promising." He stretched out his hand, wanting to shake hands with Fu Huai.

Fu Huai just said indifferently: "I don't like shaking hands with people."

Wan Dong's expression froze, he put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "I see, I don't know that Director Fu still has such a habit. But Director Fu, I have something that I want to discuss with you."

Fu Huai: "What's the matter?"

Wan Xin blushed and walked to her father's side, looking a little shy.

Wan Dong said: "It's like this. I have heard about you, Mr. Fu. I know that you haven't married yet. This young man always wants to have a family. I don't know if Mr. Fu has any intentions. Our Wanshi Group is married?"

Fu Huai's expression didn't change, and he remained expressionless.

Zhuo Xi didn't feel angry at being ignored all the time, but just leaned back against the railing with a half-smile and looked at Wan Dong.

The two people came here with a very obvious purpose, and Wan Xin had obviously told his father that he was interested in Fu Huai, so Wan Dong came here specifically to find Fu Huai.

Wan Dong: "Fu Dong?" He coughed and squinted at the man.

Fu Huai: "I have no such intention."

Wan Xin's face froze, and Wan Dong's face sank a little.

"Is it."

This young man didn't even give him any face. Anyway, he still has some status in the business world.

It can be said that this was the first time he met someone who did not give him face.

If the other party wasn't Fu Huai, he would have been angry a long time ago.

But now, he could only watch the back of the man and the young man leaving.

Wan Dong said to his daughter with a dark face: "Didn't you say that Fu Huai would agree? I don't think he has any interest in you at all."

Wan Xin lowered her head: "...I'm sorry, Dad, I just want to give it a try..."

"I hope you will come to me after you figure it out. I don't want to see this kind of thing again."

"...Yes, I understand Dad."