Everyone looked at the man with a rainbow-like aura, their souls came out of their seven orifices, their eyes were blank, their faces were like goose, and they forgot to move away.
"Please give way." The urging voice sounded again, and everyone regained their composure and quickly gave way to a long path.
Shang Wan, who had been watching the elevator numbers, knew that he was in a sorry state and did not turn around. He just took two steps back following the pace of everyone.
It's just that the narrow path that she was willing to give up happened to be standing in front of her. Knowing that the new president was arriving, her appearance was really eye-catching, so she could only lower her head and cover her face with her hands to hide her embarrassment.
The scene was so silent that only the sharp sound of shoes scraping against the ground could be heard. The sound was getting closer and closer to everyone. At this moment, Shang Wan, who was bowing his head, suddenly shuddered and tears spewed from his throat.
"Ah!"
This sound was like a bomb dropped on a calm lake. The loud sound was followed by dead silence, and the sound of shoes echoed until it stopped suddenly in front of her.
Everyone present was sweating on their foreheads. They dared to make a sound at this moment. The courage of that person was really commendable!
The perpetrator, Shang Wan, didn't even dare to breathe. He was observing a moment of silence and was soaked all over. He actually made a snorting sound at this moment. Would anyone who didn't know better think that he was trying to attract the new CEO's attention?
Alas, everything is not going well today!
While Shang Wan was troubled, a cold aura surrounded her. What caught her eyes was a pair of polished leather shoes with white light, which made her narrow her eyes slightly.
She lowered her head in shame and trembled, as uneasy as a child who had made a mistake.
The atmosphere of deathly silence was filled with a sense of depression. Everyone was holding their breath and not daring to breathe, but they knew in their hearts where the sound came from, and they were all waiting for the next step.
Suddenly someone broke the deadlock: "It seems that the battle to welcome Mr. Shao today is really spectacular!"
This sound was full of ridicule.
Shang Wan's hands holding the wet bag couldn't help but twist together. Should she make a sound? Let's pretend to be an ostrich! Maybe this person wasn't talking to her? Thinking about this, she was really speechless.
But the water droplets on her body seemed to be against her, falling to the ground bit by bit, making a slight dripping sound, which seemed extremely strange in this dead atmosphere, and where she stood was a vast ocean.
Shang Wan closed his eyes secretly. She should be looked down upon by everyone now, and she would soon become a hot topic in the company.
At this time, the man who just spoke spoke again: "Miss, even if you want to greet Mr. Shao, you don't have to make yourself so miserable. You can catch a cold easily."
Shang Wan knew clearly that this voice was directed at her, so he had no choice but to respond.
"I'll definitely pay attention next time." Just after he finished speaking, another voice came out: "Ah!"
She bowed her head in shame as low as she could, with a bitter look on her face, feeling very helpless.
Suddenly a cold voice intensified her emotions.
“Is this the image of the company’s employees?”
The dead silence fell into the ice cellar.
It has been rumored for a long time that the new president is tough and cold-blooded. Now that his tone sounds like he is concerned about the image of his employees, everyone is already worried about Shang Wan. Only Hu Lijing, who is secretly happy in her heart, is filled with joy.
Shang Wan was as frightened as a tree swaying in the strong wind. What frightened her was not the words, but the person who spoke them.
She felt the cold air seeping into her back, turning into a sharp arrow, penetrating her body...
This voice that often floated in her midnight dreams was the voice of the person she was most familiar with and relied on the most.
In the past five years, the yearning for this voice has not weakened at all, but has only become stronger. She dare not raise her head, for fear that it is just a dream, and for fear that it is reality...
