Shui Xi smiled stiffly at this sensitive question: "I felt cold, so I dressed like this."
"Isn't it? Why do I see red marks on your neck?" Yang Xiaoqing saw the red spots on the uncovered neck with sharp eyes, and pulled off her collar, and saw deep or shallow marks.
There were red marks, and she exclaimed: "Ah, there are so many..."
Before she could finish her words, Shui Xi covered her mouth: "This is the office area, don't shout so loudly."
Yang Xiaoqing nodded clearly, and then Shui Xi took his hand away.
"Tell me honestly, where did you get these red marks? You must have these red marks all over your body, right?" She looked at her with ambiguous eyes.
"No." She blushed and denied.
"Really not? Then I have to lift up your clothes to check." Yang Xiaoqing teased and tried to lift Shuixi's clothes, but she quickly held her hand down in panic and glared at her in annoyance.
"Tell me honestly, which man left the mark on your body." Yang Xiaoqing planned to carry out the gossip to the end. She was lively by nature, and her office work was too boring. It was rare to find something to entertain her, so she would not let it go easily.
Not wanting Yang Xiaoqing to know that she had a relationship with Ling Muze, she glared at her for gossiping: "I won't tell you."
"Tell me, tell me, look at the red marks all over your neck. The battle was very fierce. He must be a tough man."
Shui Xi's face couldn't help but blush when she thought of Ling Muze's unrestrained demands like an unruly cheetah.
Shui Xi's expression made Yang Xiaoqing approach her with an ambiguous tone: "He is indeed a tough guy. Show me his photo. I really want to know what that tough guy looks like."
Shui Xi was immediately stunned and speechless: "I, I don't have a photo of him, we just met not long ago."
She was telling the truth. She and Ling Muze had just met each other not long ago, and she really didn't have any photos of him.
Thinking of the photo, she felt a little regretful.
There are so many women obsessed with him. She should really take a secret photo of him while he is sleeping, and then send it to the magazine anonymously. Anyway, he has so many lovers, and it is impossible to know which lover took the photo of him.
The photo was sent to the magazine.
Thinking of Ling Muze's angry and gloomy look when he saw her photos in magazines and newspapers, she felt indescribably joyful.
"Shui Xi, you're finished. Look at the shy little woman you are in love with. You must be in love with him!" Yang Xiaoqing's teasing pulled her back from her endless sexual pleasure.
The originally blushing face was a little pale: "I don't love him, I don't even like him at all, don't talk nonsense."
Heartbeat disorders.
Love him? No, she won't fall in love with him, let alone fall in love with him.
Yang Xiaoqing didn't seem to notice the change in her face, and continued to tease: "You said you didn't love him. When I mentioned him just now, your face was as red as an apple. Don't deny it. Your expression betrayed you.
thoughts."
"How can I love him so badly? Don't talk nonsense. I will never fall in love with him even if I fall in love with any man." Shui Xi's chest heaved up and down excitedly, with an angry look on his face, like an irritated kitten.
Yang Xiaoqing, who was just joking with her, was dumbfounded by Shui Xi's angry expression.
"I'm sorry, I got a little emotional." She apologized after realizing that she had overreacted.
"Shui Xi, you are usually very gentle in the company. You don't complain at all about the dirty work and the orders from your colleagues. I always thought you had no temper. I didn't expect you to be so tough when you have an impulsive temper." Yang Xiaoqing swallowed.
waterway.
Shui Xi smiled awkwardly at her.
Yang Xiaoqing was determined to gossip to the end, and then asked: "It sounds like you are very dissatisfied with him, so why are you with him?"
Just when Shui Xi didn't know how to answer her, a clear voice sounded.
"Shui Xi, I have an interview mission now. You come with me." Xia Lan, dressed in professional formal attire and with a beautiful face, stood in front of them.
Shui Xi had long wanted to get rid of Yang Xiaoqing's questioning, and quickly nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll go with you right away."
Xia Lan walked towards her desk without saying anything. Shui Xi picked up her bag and hurriedly followed.
When Yang Xiaoqing saw Shui Xi leaving, she suddenly pursed her lips in boredom and busied herself with the work at hand.
After Xia Lan took the interview toolbox, they walked out of the office together.
In the elevator, Shui Xi asked: "Editor Xia, who are we going to interview today?"
"President of Chenchen Group."
She saw a slight blush on Xia Lan's usually calm and composed face.
She had never been interested in gossip, but she was really curious about what kind of man could catch her eye for someone as quiet as Xia Lan.
I secretly thought that I would take a closer look at the CEO later to see how charming he was to be admired by such a good woman as Xia Lan.
In fact, over the years, the first woman she admired was Xia Lan. She had always secretly wanted to be a woman like Xia Lan, who was calm about things happening, treated people with courtesy, neither arrogant nor impatient, and calm.
Like a clear lake.
She had always thought that women who were as indifferent as tea could only be found in books. She had also always longed for herself to be such a woman, calm as water, not exaggerated or pretentious, and Xia Lan was such a woman.
It doesn't matter if she doesn't admire him.
She even thought more than once that if a man could marry a woman like Xia Lan, that man would be outstanding and happy.
"Is there something on my face?" Feeling Shui Xi's gaze, she lowered her eyes and asked.
She shook her head in embarrassment and turned her head away from looking at her.
Her heart was filled with anticipation, and she was really curious about what the man who made Xia Lan blush looked like.
Today, in the early morning banquet hall, Ling Yucheng, the president of the country's top beverage group, whose career has been booming recently, officially held a new beverage launch conference, attracting a large number of reporters and his admirers to come for interviews and filming.
The reporter was full of curiosity about Ling Yucheng, who was related to Ling Muze but rarely appeared in front of the media before today. Ling Yucheng, who had always been low-key, prepared a lot of questions to ask him.
Shui Xi followed Xia Lan and struggled to get to the front position.
Shui Xi frowned uncomfortably as reporters crowded around to get first-hand information.
Looking up at the seats, except for the empty seat in the middle, the other seats were occupied by the leading figures of the group.
Shui Xi, who was stepped on by several feet, was in a very irritable mood. Seeing that the president hadn't shown up yet in the early morning, he couldn't help but be very dissatisfied with that president. He was most annoying when he dumped big names.
Before meeting President Chen Ling, Shui Xi's impression of him was greatly reduced.
Glancing at Xia Lan aside, he saw that her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed and her expression was unconceivably nervous. Shui Xi's heart skipped a beat.
The look on his face clearly shows that he likes someone.
I can't help but feel worthless for Xia Lan. A man who throws away his big name, disrespects others, and makes so many people wait for him is mostly not much better.
Just when she was worried about Xia Lan, someone in the crowd shouted excitedly: "Come on, come on, the president is coming out..."
The crowd suddenly surged, squeezing from left to right, and screaming constantly.
"Ah...so handsome and tasty."
"Yeah, it's so manly, even the pursed lips taste so..."
"As expected of being related to Ling Muze, he looks really great!"
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The crowd screamed and cheered continuously. Shui Xi was stepped on several times. In addition, she was already injured and her whole body was in pain from being pushed hard. It was impossible to hear what those people were shouting.
He just tried his best to squeeze out of the crowd.
Finally, her hard work paid off, and she finally squeezed out of the crowd with all her efforts.
Breathing became much easier, and she was about to bend down to rub her painful feet when she suddenly met a pair of eyes staring at her coldly.
Her eyes were wide open and she looked in disbelief at the man in front of her who looked through the crowd and landed on her.
Ling, Ling Yucheng.
She held her breath in astonishment.
She only knew that he owned a company before, but she never asked anything about it and always got along with him with the simplest attitude.
Morning Group, Morning, Ling Yucheng.
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There are countless connections between them, and she should have thought of it a long time ago.
In front of me, he was dressed meticulously, with an outstanding temperament, and a handsome appearance. He was very handsome, but he was obviously thinner than before.
Seeing him looking at her with that cold look, which was no longer as gentle as before, her heart couldn't help but feel a dull pain.
He must be very angry with her and very disappointed in her.
Everyone followed Ling Yucheng's gaze and looked at her, and some even took the opportunity to take a few pictures of her with their cameras.
Although it is still unclear what the relationship between her and Ling Yucheng is, as long as it can increase sales and attract readers' attention, making up random things is their usual method.
The sad and sad mood that was about to burst into tears was broken by the sudden flash of the light.
She quickly lowered her head to avoid his sight, feeling sad.
Not knowing how to face him if she continued to stay, she thought about escaping from here.
But as soon as she turned around, a voice that had whispered to her countless times sounded: "Miss, please wait a moment."
She was afraid that she would burst into tears if she stayed for a second longer, and wanted to run out without caring about him, but she really couldn't bear to refute his reputation.
Her fingers tugged at the hem of her clothes to stabilize her mind, and then she had the courage to turn around and face her.
Since he called her in a stranger's tone, she should respond to him in a stranger's tone: "Excuse me, President Ling, what's the matter with calling me?"
Even if she wasn't looking at anyone, she could still feel countless eyes falling on her, and even flashlights flashing at her.
The fingers holding the hem of her clothes were turning white, and she didn't know how long she could hold on.
Under the gaze of so many people, he walked down from the main stage with a tall and straight figure and a calm expression.
Seeing his figure getting closer and closer to her, her nervous heart almost jumped out of her throat.
She didn't know what he was going to do to her? She was uneasy but pretended to be calm and stood in the sight of everyone.
He stopped in front of her, her breath caught in her breath, and she looked at him with confusion and a little fear in her eyes.
If she thought he was as friendly as an older brother before, now he is no less scary to her than Ling Muze.
The fear of not knowing what he would do to her in the next second pressed tightly on her nerves, and she almost couldn't bear it.