Zuo Qishen Expressionlessly Closed the Elevator Door.

The next morning, when Nan Fei woke up, Mu Mian had already left. She left her a note saying that she was going to shoot for a magazine cover.

She looked at the familiar and cute font on the note and rubbed her eyes. Although she had long known that Mu Mian was in the acting department, it still felt surreal.

Her best friend, who had grown up together with her, had really stepped into the entertainment industry just like that.

Sigh, Mian Mian was no longer her own Mian Mian. Soon, she would belong to the majority of her fans.

Feeling a little melancholic, Nan Fei was not in the mood to braid her hair. In a daze, she casually took a hair band from the dresser and tied it into a ponytail.

Today, she was going to the art museum to do some research. She might have to draw, so it was more convenient to tie her hair up.

After casually eating some bread and milk, Nan Fei carried her camera and backpack out the door.

After pressing the elevator button, Nan Fei watched as it continued to rise from the first floor. When it reached the sixteenth floor, it stopped.

She walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. The lights in the elevator were a little pale. This kind of color was the most likely to make people sleepy. Nan Fei yawned. She had originally planned to sleep in the elevator for a while.

Unexpectedly, the elevator seemed to have stopped at a certain floor in just two seconds. It seemed that some of the residents downstairs had also entered the elevator.

Nan Fei opened her eyes in a daze. When she saw the person clearly, her pupils constricted.

The tall and straight man was wearing an ice-blue shirt. His long legs were wrapped in a pair of hot suit pants. His eyes were cold and stern, and his expression seemed a little hostile.

Although she could clearly sense that the man who had just walked in was in a bad mood, Nan Fei still stood still as if it was a reflex. Then, the corners of her mouth curved into a bright and friendly smile. "Good morning, Commander Zuo!"

Zuo Qishen gave her a cold look. It was only after a long while that he snorted from his nose as a response.

Nan Fei had long been used to his attitude. She was not angry. She stood quietly in a corner and did not say anything else.

When the elevator stopped on the first floor, Nan Fei walked out of the elevator and turned around obediently. She waved her hand at Zuo Qishen, who was supposed to be heading to the parking lot on the lower floor, and said, "Commander Zuo, I'm leaving. Goodbye."

This time, Zuo Qishen did not even give a snort. He closed the elevator door expressionlessly. The moment the elevator door closed, Nan Fei saw his taut jaw line and his lips pursed into a straight line.

Nan Fei sighed in her heart. As the saying goes, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. This new neighbor of hers is really more difficult to serve than the emperor.

He had such a bad temper early in the morning.

Shaking her head, Nan Fei gripped the SLR camera hanging around her neck tightly and walked out of the corridor.

...

The silver Maybach stopped at the corner of the residential area, in the shadow of the dense branches.

Zuo Qishen sat in the main driver's seat, his fingers resting on the steering wheel. He looked at the slender and tall girl not far away who had her head lowered and her fingers swiping on the phone screen, as if she was calling for a taxi.

She was dressed casually today. She wore a light pink hoodie on the top half of her body and a light gray pleated skirt on the bottom half. At the end of her long, straight legs was a pair of small white shoes. She was carrying a white backpack, and a camera was hanging around her neck.

Her hair was tied with a silver hair band, which seemed to be of good quality and very beautiful.

Zuo Qishen's hands, which were resting on the steering wheel, tightened slightly. Thinking about the people she was going to meet, the irritation that had lasted from last night to today increased even more.

He lit a cigarette and opened the window. The ash fell on the knuckles of his fingers, gray and messy.

When the cigarette was about to burn out, he saw the girl get into a car. His eyes darkened. He put out the cigarette and stepped on the accelerator to follow her.