The flashlight shines down like glass, making it so bright that people can't open their eyes.i^
The man had one hand in his trouser pocket, and on his left wrist was a men's watch. The watch was set with diamonds, which reflected a small amount of light.
Under the flickering lights, the man's face was illuminated by the strong halo, which made it difficult to see clearly. However, his handsome figure, arrogant and cold chin, and aristocratic indifferent temperament made people feel as if he was inaccessible.
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You must know that the Ye family is not an ordinary company. Its rise is a legend. It has occupied China's largest online game market in just ten years. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle.
Ye's people have always been low-key, but because of their long family history and strong financial resources, they are still being followed and sniffed by various media. The Cultural Communication Company is one of the many subsidiaries of the Ye's family. It is said that its founder has not yet reached the age of 10.
Thirty years old, with a thrilling personal charm, he rarely appears in public, and everyone in the industry respectfully calls him "Ye Shao".
Exhibition Hall No. 14 was filled with company employees. From directors to senior supervisors to editors in charge of various departments, they all stood up from their chairs. The silence gradually spread from the entrance to the entire hall.
, as if in a moment, everyone lost the ability to speak.
The man walked carelessly, his leather shoes stepping on the long red carpet. A cold-faced man in black followed behind him, like a shadow.
The manager of the cultural communication company immediately greeted him respectfully: "Nightclub."
The man nodded indifferently and politely, his face was noble and indifferent, arrogant as before, but even colder. He was wearing a black handmade suit, which completely set off his evil and sinister nature like Satan in the dark night.
In the exhibition hall, Jiang Liwen stared blankly at the face that was as handsome as a god. Countless flashes of light were spinning wildly, making her feel as if her whole body was stiff.
Her heart quickly fell into a deep, cold pool, so cold that she could not help but shiver.
It turned out to be him.
Did he acquire the company that owned the bookstore?
Such a small chance happened to her! It's really——
Jiang Liwen tightened her hands. She found that her palms were covered in cold sweat, and she took a step back.
The man sat on the main seat like a star holding the moon, followed by Special Assistant Chen, followed by other senior executives.
Ye Fanli listened indifferently to the manager's introduction to the company's latest situation, nodding slightly from time to time, or asking a brief question or two, his profile looking cold.
Jiang Liwen looked at his back and slowly calmed down. She thought that with so many people here, he wouldn't notice her. As long as she turned down the pre-arranged speech and didn't stand out, everything would be fine.
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"You seem very nervous." Ling Si, also known as Jianxing Tianxia, laughed: "What? The speech is not ready."
Jiang Liwen nodded: "I wrote an article yesterday, and I went to bed too late to prepare."
"Oh?" Ling Si raised an eyebrow, stretched out his hand and handed over a few pieces of paper: "Hey, my editor wrote this to me."
Jiang Liwen waved her hand: "Thank you, no need. I'll go find Xianglan to discuss it. I'd better not go up. There are too many people, and I'm afraid I will forget my words."
Ling Si didn't force her, he took his hand back, looked at her eyes that fluttered from time to time, and curved his thin lips: "Do you know the new boss?"
"Ahem!" Jiang Liwen paused while drinking water, took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth: "Ahem, cough, cough, Jian Da really knows how to joke."
Ling Si suddenly lowered his body, leaned forward with his handsome face, and said meaningfully: "I will introduce you to you later, which will be good for your development."
"Huh?" Jiang Liwen frowned, trying to stop him from doing what he did.
However, Ling Si had already stood up, straightened his clothes, and with a bohemian smile on his face, he stepped onto the rostrum in an unhurried pace, and the camera flashed again.
As a great god in the Internet literary world, Jian Xingtianxia is, in some sense, comparable to the popular celebrities nowadays.
He crumpled the manuscript prepared by the editor into a ball, threw it into the nearby trash can, and held the microphone stand with one hand. His handsome appearance soon caused a burst of screams from the scene.
Jiang Liwen took advantage of the gap in his speech and tugged on the editor's sleeve: "Xianglan, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I haven't memorized the manuscript yet, so I won't go up today."
The editor looked at her slightly pale face, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Okay, but you have to insist when I sign the book later."
"Okay." Jiang Liwen agreed readily, because she didn't think Ye Fanli would stay in the exhibition hall after his speech. His character would definitely leave as soon as he was done.
The editor patted her hand worriedly: "Does your stomach hurt badly? I have painkillers over there..."
"It's okay." Jiang Liwen said while watching the movement on the stage.
Ling Si had finished his speech. Outside the exhibition hall, readers lined up in a long queue. Everyone was holding the book "Sword Moves the World" in their hands, waiting for him to sit down and sign.
As more and more readers came in, the ceremony came to an end.
The editors arranged for the author to sit down according to his seat, while the company executives gathered around Ye Fanli, probably wanting to invite him to another place.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fanli stopped halfway. He turned his head and stared in one direction. His eyes were as deep as the dark night. His gaze was so focused that people around him immediately noticed him.
Unusual changes.
Who is he looking at?!
This is everyone's question.
"Grandpa wants you to go back to Baiyun Airport at ten o'clock tomorrow." He walked up to Ling Si and spoke calmly, with an indifferent look on his face.
Ling Si laughed evilly: "I know, by the way, cousin, come on, come on, I'll introduce you to a very interesting author."
As he said that, he pulled Jiang Liwen up, who was desperately lowering his head. He still had a bohemian smile on his face: "She is "Wen Qishao", and the suspense book I asked you to read was written by her.
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As early as when Ye Fanli walked in, Jiang Liwen's heart was already beating violently. Her hand holding the carbon pen was trembling a little. At this time, being stared directly at by those cold and frosty eyes, she thought
She wanted to calm down, but found that her palms were sweating uncontrollably.
"Hello." The calm tone rang in her ears, as if she was just a stranger.
He approached slowly, step by step, and then... passed by.
It's not heartbreaking.
As if it suddenly stopped after a long time of a century, Jiang Liwen's heart dropped heavily as she raised her throat, and she breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously...
Ye Fanli didn't waste any time on her, but reminded Ling Si not to be late with a cold voice.
At this time, everyone knew that Ling Si's true identity was Mr. Ye's most beloved grandson, which further solidified his image as a noble son.
The readers in the exhibition hall became more and more excited, holding the books in their hands and looking towards this side.
Jiang Liwen looked at the departing figure, and her whole body was finally no longer so tense.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, five years have passed.
Today, she is no longer the student who has not yet left campus.
My hair is longer and curly, and my figure is a little fatter than before.
He didn't recognize her as normal.
Even if she doesn't change and there are so many women coming and going around him, it's normal that he can't remember her.
Thinking of this, Jiang Liwen breathed a deep sigh of relief, turned her head, sat on the chair again, and quickly started signing her pen name on the book.
However, what she didn't see was that the man who looked like a night demon gradually lowered his eyes, and the two thin lips, which were colder and harsher than swords, pressed tightly into a straight line, and finally turned into
A sneer as gorgeous as a flower, it feels like a hunter with a gun has discovered his prey, making people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts...
The signing time was half an hour later than expected. When Jiang Liwen came out of the showroom, the sky outside was a bit cloudy. She followed the editor on the bus. Along the way, Jiang Liwen was in a trance. She didn't understand what was hidden in her heart.
Why was she uneasy? She just wanted to see the two little guys as soon as possible.
The cell phone in her pocket rang, and she looked at the caller ID blankly. It was an unfamiliar phone number.
Intuitively, Jiang Liwen didn't want to answer, so she reached out to hang up, leaned her head on the car seat, closed her eyes and rested for a while. When she opened her eyes again, the bus had already returned to the hotel where she stayed.
The authors got off the bus. Everyone's face looked more or less tired, but they didn't feel tired. There was a smile on their lips.
Jiang Liwen pinched her shoulders and walked down. She was the last one in the team and walked a little slowly. Everyone else had entered the hotel. She saw a KFC opposite and wanted to buy a family meal for the two little guys.
bucket.
Just halfway through, two people in black suits who looked like bodyguards blocked her way. They walked up to her and said respectfully: "Miss Jiang, come with us."
Jiang Liwen knew them. When they were in the villa before, they would be responsible for picking them up and dropping them off after they had sex.
"Ms. Jiang..." one of them repeated expressionlessly: "Please come with us."
Jiang Liwen knew that that man would never tolerate anyone's rejection.
Since we have to meet sooner or later, it's better to go there openly and then we'll see each other again.
After thinking about it, Jiang Liwen nodded with a cold expression: "Please lead the way."
It's still the same hotel, but this is the back door of the hotel, which is usually only open to high-level VIP users.
Not surprisingly, there was a black extended limousine parked there. Ye Fanli was wearing a white business shirt, with the first three buttons of the collar unbuttoned, revealing his strong and tangled bronze chest muscles.
An expensive black suit hangs on the crook of his elbow. He leans elegantly and lazily on the car. His cold face looks like it was carved with a knife, and there is no trace of emotion...