Chapter 1289: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Five Hundred and Fifty-Two)

Feng Ling was expressionless: "Mr. Ain's cold jokes are not funny."

Ai En chuckled: "Then what if I really dance?"

Feng Ling glanced at him coldly: "Then you just jump, I won't stop you."

"Tsk, you really are..." Ai En really loves and hates her temper, and in the end he can only feel itchy teeth, although he can't wait to pull her into his arms and give him a good kiss to let him know He is not so good-tempered and patient, but because of her temper, he still knows not to get too close, otherwise he will only push people further away.

They entered the elevator that only the senior managers of the bank building could take, so the journey was unimpeded, without stopping in the middle of the 70th floor, and they went straight to the top floor.

After the elevator arrived, Ai En smiled lightly and watched Feng Ling reach out and make a gesture of invitation.

Feng Ling didn't know, so she walked out directly. After stepping out of the elevator, she saw that there was still a small staircase of about ten floors to the rooftop, so she walked over directly.

The moment I walked up the stairs to the roof, the open space in the middle of the nearly 1,000-square-meter roof was covered with red roses. They were not petals, but fresh red roses, and there were white roses in the middle. Huge gigantic heart shape.

Feng Ling's footsteps stopped immediately.

Ai En walked behind her: "I know this way seems a bit vulgar, but according to my observation, your experience and everything about you are very simple, I don't know how vulgar this way of expression is. I can get into your eyes, but at least I am sincere, if I can get even a little bit of your heartbeat, even if I let me cover the whole street with flowers, I will be willing."

Feng Ling: "..."

Ai En walked up to her and looked down at her silent expression: "I have invited you so many times, but you still refused to have dinner with me. Since you are here today, why don't you have dinner here?"

Feng Ling turned to look at him: "Mr. Ain, I think I should tell you..."

"Don't say anything first." He stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist, clenched it when Feng Ling subconsciously wanted to pull it out, and looked at her firmly: "At least, before you go back to the United States, I always want to leave something in your heart, even a little trace, so that at least if I chase you to the United States, I can still have a reason to see you."

Feng Ling was led by him into the large rose field in front, and walked on a small path in the middle, until he saw a delicate table in front, at this moment, Ai En pressed a dark bell on the table, Immediately after that, someone brought up exquisite and luxurious carved candles and various exquisite restaurants from various countries, all of which were placed on the table.

After those people filled the table, Ai En signaled them to go down, until only the two of them were left here, he came over and pulled away the chair on one side, signaling her to come and sit down with his eyes.

The pursuit Feng Ling has experienced is only Li Nanheng's purely straight man's "I like you, I'm going to fix you" way, not to mention rose paving and candlelight dinner, even a decent flower that man doesn't have. She had given it to her. In my impression, the only thing Li Nanheng gave her was a cabin in the jungle, but it was burned down later.

As for other fascinations and pursuits, they were all just a simple liking. At that time, Chen Beiqing only had a bouquet of flowers every day, but she also rejected them, and she didn't even take a second look at them.

She didn't have much experience in relationships, so even though this scene seemed tacky, it was the first time for her.

Seeing Feng Ling standing still, Ai En turned around and pressed her shoulders directly, and sat her down on the chair: "It's already here, to save face, if you leave now, my big fanfare will be nothing. It has been seen by all the employees in this building, you have to give me some face."

Feng Ling didn't say anything, just sat there, looked at the candles on the table, and then looked at the nearly thousand square meters of roses spread around his feet. He didn't need to think about it and knew that these flowers were very expensive, not to mention that there were so many of them.

When Ai En saw her, he seemed to compromise somewhat,

He didn't resist too much. Although the silence seemed uncomfortable, it was a good start after all.

He smiled and sat across from her. After cutting the medium-rare steak that was just delivered, he pushed the steak on the plate in front of her, and then took the untouched plate in front of her to him. Cut patiently.

Feng Ling watched his movements seriously: "Mr. Ain, I really don't know how to respond to your kindness, but you should know my attitude all the time. You know it even if I don't say it."

"Clear." Ai En cut the steak patiently: "But after all, you are still single, I have the right to pursue, and I never thought that I could get your heart just like this today, but there is a Chinese saying that is good, sincerity As long as gold and stone are open, after a long time, you will find a breakthrough one day."

Feng Ling didn't eat the steak that was cut in front of him, but only glanced at the goblet next to it, which had already been filled with red wine.

Picking up the wine glass and shaking it in her hand, she chuckled, "If my life hadn't changed so dramatically since I was one year old, perhaps these are indeed what I should have experienced many years ago, flowers, red wine , a life so luxurious that you don’t have to worry about food and clothing, beautiful dresses, expensive shoes and bags..."

"It's a pity, Mr. Ain, you don't know much about my past." She said softly: "Although I am indeed the daughter of the Feng family in the United States, in my eyes, any random rose here is enough for me. I eat a full meal, and I am very moved by such a luxurious and high-profile way, but at the same time I feel distressed, these are not suitable for me, please don't do it again in the future."

Ai En stopped cutting the steak, looked up at her, and saw that Feng Ling only took a sip of red wine after speaking, and had no intention of eating.

"Sent said something about you, but he obviously doesn't know much." Ai En put down the knife and fork in his hand, picked up a wet towel beside him and wiped his hands: "Would you mind telling me about your past?" Is it?"

Feng Ling curled his lips: "There's nothing to say."

"If you don't want to say it, it means you don't intend to open your heart to me." Ai En looked at her with emotion: "What kind of method should I use to pry your heart open and how can I see your world clearly? What exactly is it pretending to be, how can such a good-looking girl reject people thousands of miles away and refuse so thoroughly, even if it is playing hard to get, but you have never done it at all."

Feng Ling smiled lightly again, and took another sip of red wine. After all, this is a rooftop, and the autumn weather seems to be windy. I don't know where the wind is blowing, and the hair behind her shoulders is a little messy. in the neck.