Feng Zhiming and Aos were still sitting in the box, with half a glass of foreign wine poured into the transparent glass. Their glasses touched each other lightly, and they drank it all in one gulp, drinking and chatting happily.
"President Feng, today is my wife's birthday. There will be a fashion show and a banquet here tonight. Do you want to invite you to come and enjoy it?" Aos looked at the time and said to Feng Zhiming, who was sitting opposite.
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"Of course." Feng Zhiming nodded.
"At five o'clock in the evening, the venue on the first floor. Now I have to excuse myself. I have to go see my wife." Aos stood up, and Feng Zhiming also stood up and shook hands with him.
With a look from Feng Zhiming, Li Rui walked out of the box, leaving him alone in the huge box.
He leaned his head on the sofa and closed his eyes. It seemed that he had been busy for too long and actually agreed to participate in some fashion show. It was probably time for him to relax.
The clothing exhibition started on time at five o'clock. With Os's reputation and status in Italy, there were thousands of people attending. Feng Zhiming sat in the front row. Os and his wife left the best one for him.
Location.
Models walked on the T-shaped stage wearing various clothes. The different colors of the clothes and the dazzling lights amazed all the high-class ladies present.
The lights suddenly dimmed, and another soft music sounded. Ling Yanyan's long hair was tied up high, and she pinned on a crystal hair accessory. The long crystal earrings were dragged to her shoulders, and she wore a simple diamond necklace around her neck.
Necklace, wearing a golden floor-length gown, walked slowly. The waist decoration and golden high heels made her look more slender and elegant. Everyone applauded, but Feng Zhiming was stunned in his position.
superior.
Ling Yanyan! It’s her!
When they reached the front of the catwalk, all the models behind them stood neatly in two rows. At this time, Aos and his wife walked up to the stage and presented Ling Yanyan with a bouquet of flowers.
"Today is my wife's birthday. I'm glad you can come to participate. This is a fashion show specially organized by my wife." Aos put his arm around her shoulders.
"Now, let me introduce the person next to me. She is the chief designer of this fashion show, Miss Ling Yanyan." Mrs. Ao Si introduced.
Ling Yanyan smiled and bowed, but when she looked up, she saw the person sitting in the front row, staring at her. She almost fell down because she was too nervous just now, and her eyes did not dare to look at the person below.
Fortunately, I was shocked when I saw it. Why did he appear here?
"Next, there is a banquet in the restaurant on the second floor. Please go to the restaurant on the second floor."
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them came down from the stage. Ling Yanyan hurriedly wanted to turn back to the backstage. However, she walked too fast and the high-heeled shoes on her feet swayed. She almost fell, but was stabilized by a pair of solid arms.
He caught it and said, "Thank you!" Ling Yanyan stood firm and thanked her, but when she saw the person clearly, her face turned pale.
"What? Miss Ling Yanyan, don't you recognize me?" Feng Zhiming's magnetic voice sounded.
Ling Yanyan took a step away from him, "I don't know who you are, I have something to do and I have to leave first." As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and walked backstage.
Feng Zhiming looked at her back, Ling Yanyan, how dare you pretend not to know me!
Smiling evilly, "Do you think you can escape?"
In the banquet hall on the second floor, melodious music sounded. Even if there were thousands of people gathered in the huge banquet hall, it would not feel crowded.
If it weren't for Mrs. Aos's warm invitation, Ling Yanyan would have really wanted to leave here and leave that man quickly.
However, she still appeared in the banquet hall. As soon as she appeared, she was crowded with people to toast her, and countless men were chatting with her. They coveted her beauty, including many high-class ladies. Of course, they admired her clothing design.
After a lap, Ling Yanyan's feet were sore. Unexpectedly, she was even more tired from socializing than when she was designing the artwork. She sat down on the sofa in a corner and took a deep breath. It seemed that he had not come to the banquet hall.
"Yanyan, are you tired?" Mrs. Aos came over and asked her with concern.
"Don't be tired, madam. I wish you a happy birthday and stay young forever." Ling Yanyan took out a beautifully wrapped box from her bag, "This is your birthday gift."
"Thank you!" Mrs. Oss thanked her.
"Mrs. Aos." Feng Zhiming's voice sounded.
Mrs. Os turned around and said, "President Feng, thank you very much for coming."
"Of course, why wouldn't I come to Mrs. Aos's birthday?" He handed over a gift box, "Mrs. Aos, I want to talk to Miss Ling Yanyan alone, is that okay?"
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Ling Yanyan beside him.
"No." Ling Yanyan hurriedly refused before Mrs. Aos opened her mouth. She was too late to avoid him. How could she meet him alone?
Mrs. Ao Si looked at Ling Yanyan and Feng Zhiming suspiciously, "I'll go over there to entertain you. Please do as you please." As soon as she finished speaking, she left.
"Madam." Ling Yanyan frowned and turned around to leave, but Feng Zhiming pulled her hard and fell into his arms.
The familiar breath came into her nose, and she pushed him away hard, "Sir, is something okay?" She sat down on the sofa nearby indifferently.
"I didn't expect it, but I haven't seen him for a few years, so I learned to act stupid." Feng Zhiming stood in front of her, blocking the light in front of her.
Ling Yanyan pursed her lower lip, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Really? Then I'll let you know." As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled her up and walked out of the banquet hall.
Ling Yanyan was wearing high heels and was being pulled by him, her whole body leaning forward unsteadily.
"Feng Zhiming, let me go!" Ling Yanyan yelled angrily, but she unconsciously called him by his name.
But Feng Zhiming didn't care and smiled lightly, Ling Yanyan, you still haven't made much progress after five years.
He turned around, picked her up, and walked into the elevator.
"Hey, where are you taking me?" Ling Yanyan kept struggling, clenching her little hands and beating him.
However, Feng Zhiming was still carried out of the royal club, and his attire attracted the attention of many people.
Finally, Feng Zhiming put him into the car and said, "Li Rui, drive back to the hotel."
Li Rui was also shocked when he saw Ling Yanyan being carried into the car by Feng Zhiming.
However, I drove back to the hotel steadily.
Feng Zhiming's hand pressed a button, and a dark curtain pulled down, leaving the two of them alone in the back seat of the car.
"You, what do you want to do?" Ling Yanyan leaned towards the car window, wanting to stay away from him, but he was getting closer step by step.
Feng Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly, "What do you think I want to do? Don't you know me very well?"
"Uh, how do I know you? Isn't this the first time we've met?" Ling Yanyan continued to act stupid, knowing that he had already seen through it, but she still tried to show off and cover up.
"If Miss Ling Yanyan has forgotten, I can help you refresh your memory." As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down, kissed her lips, and locked her in front of him with his big hands, keeping her close to him.