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Shades of Mr.Billionaire

An Interior Designer Wei Lin has been assigned to a new project to renovate the great Old Mansion of the Feng Corp one of biggest company in Beijing but she got no that someone had awaits her coming at the Old Mansion. Feng Teng the President of Feng Corp, a devastatingly handsome, utterly confident, a strong builder, anyone whom seen him will bend down immediately with fears and pleasure seeking playboy who knows no boundaries. Wei Lin doesn't want to be attracted to this man and yet she can't control the overwhelming desire and fears that he effected in her since the first met. She knows that her heart will never survive from his poisonous attraction. But Wei Lin instinct keep telling her to run away but Feng Teng never willing to let her go. Feng Teng is a conquer man so as a man who always what he wants. He determined to make Wei Lin him no matter how hard she tried to run away from him, still he won't back off since the first day he laid his eyes on her portfolio. *Do not read if you don't like it* I write this book only for hobby and releasing my stress over my jobs since my work always busy like Wei Lin too. Just mine is reality, no fairy tales. So sometime my imaginary tend to be active during my block head during working. So Wei Lin character pop up into my mind. So enjoy. If you like too. Do not forcing you to read , since my English also impromptu. Hehe*

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Chapter 216 His Brotherhood

 Feng Teng takes my hand and leads me across the way into the store. A couple of assistant girls welcome us, Feng Teng nodding at them as he continues to lead me to the lift.

My eyes are immediately blessed with masses of drool at display one piece and luxury dress, but he not allowed to look at them.

He ignores my halt purposely as he drags me along behind him and when we get in the elevator, he presses the button for the second floor.

The elevator door open and I'm pulled out behind him. As I was fascinated with the second-floor interior, but he completely ignores me and I'm on mighty uncomfortable when I thought about the price.

I want to kick him in the shins. The pressure will be immense, and I dare not even think about the cost.

"I have an appointment with Pierre," he informs the smart, suited and booted chap who greets us.

He still refused to look at me, even though he knows damn well I'm scowling heavily.