The Sea King Sends the Scumbags to the Crematorium | BL, MTL

Chapter 44: This is the last time I will be gentle with you.

A small conference room on the 14th floor of Jingshi Building.

A handsome young man was sitting on a wooden chair beside a long table, his long legs crossed and his brows deeply furrowed, as if he was thinking about some tricky problem of the century.

His slender fingers would occasionally tap the screen of his phone. After lighting it up, he would slide up and down on the message interface for a while, then look away with a sullen face. His gloomy expression made his brilliant blond hair look much duller.

"I don't think this plan is very feasible..." The clear voice beside my ear suddenly rose slightly, as if trying to attract someone's attention.

Lu Wenfeng's eyes flashed, and he came back to his senses immediately. When he looked up, he saw Lin Yu's beautiful face. He had delicate features, but a pair of narrow eyes that were not very affectionate. There was always a hint of coldness in his eyes.

In contrast, Lin Jianxi's eyes were rounder and bigger, and when he glared at people, he had no intimidation at all, just like a newborn kitten. And the tip of his nose was slightly raised, and when it blushed with embarrassment, he looked particularly cute.

In fact, these two people are only a little similar at first glance, but with a little attention you will find that the difference in appearance is not small, and their temperaments are even more different. Why did I think they were so similar before?

"Wen Feng, are you listening?" the young man next to him suddenly asked.

"...Uh, sorry, Xiaoyu," Lu Wenfeng realized that he had been distracted again, and smiled at him apologetically, "Where were we talking about just now?"

Seeing this, Lin Yu frowned, simply closed his laptop and turned off the projection screen, then walked up to him, pulled out the leather chair next to him and sat down.

"Wen Feng, I see that you haven't been in good condition recently. Has anything happened?"

"It's nothing, maybe I'm just tired, don't worry." Lu Wenfeng shook his head to deny it and didn't want to say more, but his eyes involuntarily began to examine him.

The person in front of me sounded concerned and looked worried, but it was a pity that the concern seemed more like a polite greeting.

If it were Lin Jianxi, it wouldn't be like this.

He would probably call me "senior" in a soft voice, with anxiety in his eyes that seemed to overflow, then shake his arms and ask me if he was feeling unwell somewhere.

If I say I'm fine, he will pout unhappily and say in a long voice: "Then you must have a good rest."

So Lu Wenfeng unconsciously revealed a smile on his lips, with the corners of his mouth curled up, and then he was surprised to find that he was thinking of that young man again.

"Yes, you have worked really hard during this period. You have been running back and forth every day for Yi Technology's affairs and have helped so much. I have always wanted to find an opportunity to thank you properly."

As Lin Yu spoke, she moved a little closer, but still maintained a comfortable social distance. The curve of the corners of her eyes was just the right amount of soft.

His gratitude was beyond words, but Lu Wenfeng knew him too well to clearly detect the courtesy and alienation hidden under his gentle attitude.

"Really? Then how are you going to thank me?" He nonchalantly gathered the documents and folders on the table and stacked them together. There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but his eyes were unusually sharp.