Yan Yi was waiting for the letter at the door of his house as usual. In a blink of an eye, it had been twenty years since Yi Chen disappeared. Under his management, Xinsheng had reached an unprecedented level of prosperity. Every day, he was always followed by a large number of entertainment reporters.
, almost everyone is trying their best to steal gossip about him. Ten years ago, when a reporter asked him what his criteria were for choosing a spouse, he just smiled and said, "I already have a wife, but she hasn't come home yet." But again.
Ten years later, there is still no special female companion around Xinsheng President Yan Yi! The world's media is going crazy. If anyone can grab even a little bit of gossip in this regard, then there is no denying that this media will become popular overnight!
After receiving the letter, he finally let go of his restless heart. At this time of year, he was really afraid that Yichen wouldn't send him a letter this year, but he really didn't want Yichen to send him a letter.
Because as long as the letter arrives, Yichen will not appear...
Walking out the door in despair, Lan Bingze's car was already waiting at the door, and the noise instantly hit his eardrums. He knew without looking that it was a group of reporters swarming up, and his bodyguards tried hard to maintain order at the scene.
"Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan! When will your wife come home? If she doesn't come back, will you keep waiting?"
"Mr. Yan, what kind of person is your wife? Can you tell me a little bit about her?"
"Have you ever considered finding a new girlfriend, Yan Yan? What are your criteria for choosing a mate?"
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Today, twenty years later, when Yan Yi's name has spread to all corners of the world, Xin Yu Yichen's name has gradually been submerged in the long river of history with the passage of time.
That beautiful face still appeared clearly in his mind, but he could never touch her figure. When he was lost in thought, he heard an "ouch". Because of this beautiful sound, he couldn't help but look back at the crowd.
A twenty-year-old girl was squeezed out of the crowd by a group of senior journalists and fell to the ground. Seeing that her weak body was about to be trampled by everyone, Yan Yi stepped forward and helped the girl up.
In an instant, the reporter's spotlight almost turned the scene into a sea of light. It turned out that President Xinsheng still had such good skills, but how could President Xinsheng, who was rumored to be always cold and ruthless, help him anxiously?
The little girl who fell to the ground, could it be that... In an instant, the reporters' minds had already turned to a hundred thoughts, and they just pressed the shutter hard on Yan Yan and the girl.
"Are you okay?" Yan Yan just comforted her casually, not intending to say anything more, because he saw the press card of an Oriental entertainment newspaper hanging around her neck, and he never liked the treatment of these paparazzi.
I just don't know why, but when he heard her cry of pain, he anxiously helped her up like a man possessed.
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Yan." The girl's face had already turned red. Being supported by such a famous figure, she seemed to have a little rabbit in her arms, and she kept playing the drum.
Upon hearing the voice, Yan Yi couldn't help but glance down at her, and a domineering and cold voice followed, "Raise your head."
The girl raised her eyes tremblingly, not knowing what this man who could only be looked up to wanted to do. The moment she raised her eyes, Yan Yin was obviously stunned. He ignored the surprised expression of the reporter in front of him and just stared blankly.
He raised his hand and touched the girl's eyes. The deep blue eyes and slender eyelashes made his heart tremble.
He heard the trembling voice that he was trying to suppress and asked in a low voice: "What's your name?" He forgot to look at the girl's press pass and just asked blankly.
The girl picked up her press pass and handed it to Yan Yi, "My name is Xinrila."
"Xinrila... Xinrila..." Yan Yi whispered over and over again, "Is it Cinderella?" At that time, even he himself didn't know how tender his voice was.
I didn’t know how to react when I opened the shutter. (Cinderella means Cinderella in Chinese)
"Yeah, yes..." Ruila saw that Mr. Yan was so friendly, and thought that she was still an intern reporter at the newspaper. If she could interview President Xinsheng, she wouldn't have to worry about her regular job, so she summoned up the courage to say
: "Mr. Yan, can you accept my interview? Please..." She said and bowed deeply to him.
There was only a gasp in the audience. Every reporter was already happy to be able to take such a precious photo. This young reporter who had just entered the industry dared to make such a bold request. Can President Xinsheng not ban her?
It’s time to thank God!
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Yan Yi, if there is an afterlife, I hope you are a prince and I am a commoner. I want to experience your mentality in this life and what kind of embarrassment it is that makes you want to climb to the position of President Xinsheng step by step.
In the next life, when the curse is lifted, she will look up to the man she loves most as a commoner. At that time, will he be willing to accept him from above...
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"Okay, tomorrow, in my company." Xinsheng President Yan Yi accepted an interview with a young reporter. The whole world was shocked. On the same day, the young reporter's photo was published in newspapers and magazines of major media around the world...
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"This is my business card. Take this and go to Xinsheng to find me." Yan Yi smiled and handed Ruila a gold card. It was a pure gold VIP business card. Holding it means that you can enjoy Xinsheng's VIP services.
It is said that there are no fewer than ten people in the world who can enjoy this kind of service.
"Thank you, President!" Ruila happily took it and bowed vigorously.
Sitting in the car, Lan Bingze asked in surprise while driving: "You haven't given interviews for ten years, why are you suddenly interested in a young reporter?" Suddenly, a sentence flashed in Lan Bingze's mind.
, "Whether you call me domineering or selfish, I don't want him to touch other women in this life." Suddenly thinking of what Yichen said, Bingze asked almost subconsciously: "Aren't you interested in that little girl?"
Yan Yan just smiled, "Where are you thinking? I just think she is very kind. Very few girls can make me feel like this. Her eyes are really like Yichen..." Yan Yan just said
He raised his hand and subconsciously brushed the silver ring around his neck.
Lan Bingze's heart skipped a beat. Yichen had been away for 20 years, and this girl looked like she was only in her 20s...could it be possible? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel ridiculous. How could he have such thoughts? Is it really true?
There will be this life.
"Yichen is a princess, but she is not." Lan Bingze joked with a smile.
Yan Yi shrugged indifferently, "Yes, my Yichen is a princess, and she is Cinderella."
As the car sped away, the black spot under the boundless sky disappeared at the end, and a beautiful smile seemed to appear in the blue sky at this moment...
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Just one more post and that’s it~ Let’s go home and sleep~