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Zhu Yanzheng's eyes were slightly startled and he looked at Mr. Feng in front of him.

Von Grunwald was not only a partner, the two also played a pivotal role in the political circles of their respective countries.

The two have similar views and concepts on many things, which is why Mr. Feng was able to be received by Zhu Yanzheng personally.

Every time he chatted with Zhu Yanzheng, Mr. Feng looked like he was sorry for meeting him so late, and he kept talking as usual.

Zhu Yanzheng himself is humble and steady, and when facing his "friend", he is willing to stay with him until the end.

But this time we met, we only chatted for an hour and a half?

"Zhu, you are very strange." Mr. Feng squinted his eyes and examined the tall and handsome man in front of him. "Is there a water monster in your manor?"

Feng was obsessed with all kinds of myths and stories, and he had read a lot of all kinds of myths at home and abroad.

But his understanding of Chinese is actually not very good. He just knows that the water monsters in mythical stories squeeze the essence and suck the marrow, making people linger and forget about their existence.

He just noticed that during the meal with Zhu, although he was also participating in the conversation, his eyes would glance at the mobile phone on the table from time to time.

As if waiting for a call from someone.

Zhu Yanzheng chuckled: "Water demon?"

"Yes, in the words of your countrymen, they should be fox spirits," Feng nodded. "They are all very good at confusing people, making you fall in love with her and be unable to help yourself or escape."

The man's eyes were cold and his tone was calm: "She is not a water demon."

When Feng heard what he said, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes: "So someone is really waiting for you!? Zhu, who is it?"

Zhu Yanzheng's dark pupils were slightly focused, and he was lost in thought for a moment.

The chef at the manor just sent a message that she didn't eat much for today's dinner.

She actually doesn't like overly sweet food. Zhu Yanzheng took a look at the dishes sent by the chef. It was probably because tonight's sweet porridge and wine-stuffed fish were not to her taste.

So he asked the chef to pack some of her favorite dishes.

"Zhu, who 'confused' you who are frigid?"

Maybe he should pack her another dessert on the way.

He applied for a black card at the dessert shop she loved, so he could get desserts without queuing.

It’s just that I can’t buy too much. She recently complained that she had a toothache, so she probably had cavities.

"Zhu, who makes you unable to extricate yourself and unable to escape?"

Regarding desserts, Zhu Yanzheng couldn't say whether he liked them or not.

But because she always talked, he also learned a lot about the names of desserts and how to make them.

Sometimes he also thinks that maybe he can open a few dessert shops alone and recruit a few dessert chefs with her favorite flavors so that she can eat them whenever she wants.

But then I thought about it, this would be too doting on her.

——She is still young, so it is not good to eat so many desserts.

"Zhu, what are you thinking about?"

Mr. Feng took a few steps forward, his face full of gossip and excitement, as if he was eager to know who Zhu Yanzheng's "water demon" was.

Slowly regain consciousness.

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