"But having said that, those roses are really expensive and cannot be sold on the market. What is Song Lan's boyfriend's background? Why is he not afraid of going bankrupt if he sends such expensive roses every day?"
another woman asked.
Song Lan knew these two people.
It was the same group of interns who came in with her.
However, she has a green card from Jun Zetian, which allows her to join Jun's family directly and become a regular employee.
These two people are still working as interns.
Song Lan frowned and thought carefully.
These two people just happened to be the ones who grabbed the most roses...
Song Lan curled up the corners of her mouth coldly.
"Needless to say, we came in the same batch as her, and she was a regular employee as soon as she came in. It was obvious that she came through the back door. The person who sent the flowers was probably Mr. Jun!"
"Mr. Jun?"
The other covered his mouth, with jealousy in his eyes: "This woman is so resourceful that she hooked up with Mr. Jun so quickly. She is such a restless fox!"
Hearing that the two people were talking more and more outrageously, Song Lan pushed open the compartment door, stepped on white high heels, and walked neatly to the two of them.
The two of them didn't expect that she was also in the bathroom, and they were so frightened that they forgot to speak for a while.
Song Lan ignored their complicated looks and put his hands on the water to rinse evenly: "I remember that of the hundreds of roses I separated just now, you two together took almost half of them?"
Other colleagues asked for one or two sticks.
But these two people were just like picking up a big leak, grabbing as many as they could.
But he still gossiped about her behind her back.
You can really take advantage of it.
The two people exchanged a look, raised their chins in displeasure and said, "So what, we want your roses to give you face, otherwise what's so rare about a second-hand rose, no one can afford it."
"Then you really can't afford it."
Song Lan sneered softly, shook off the water drops on her hand, and moved in front of the two of them with a charming smile, her red lips bright, and every word.
"With your meager salary, you may not be able to afford a Louis XIV even if you work for a week, right? You are not worthy of this rose at all, and giving it to you would be a waste of money."
The two men were trembling with anger, and one of them screamed.
"Song Lan, stop being so arrogant, do you really think we don't know? You just sold yourself out to get into Mr. Jun's eyes to get into the Jun family. Are you worthy of challenging us? If I were you, I would keep my tail between my legs.
It’s so embarrassing!”
Song Lan wanted to leave, but suddenly she heard what the other party said, and she turned around with a slight smile.
"You are capable. No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to impress Mr. Jun. I think it is not me who is embarrassed, but you, right?"
Song Lan didn't even bother to argue, so he ignored the two of them and returned to his workstation.
She threw the flowers for them into the trash can.
Even if she throws away the things she doesn't want, she won't let others take advantage of them.
When the two came back and saw that the roses were gone, they were furious and stared at Song Lan with hatred all afternoon.
The days passed smoothly, and a few days later, Jun Zetian came to Song Lan's workstation.
The tall and handsome man tapped Song Lan's desk with his finger and said in a deep voice: "Song Lan, pack up and prepare to follow me to the press conference for director Qin Sheng's new work."
People in the office all looked at me with envy or jealousy.
Song Lan was slightly startled and pointed at himself: "Mr. Jun, do you want to take me there?"
"Why, can't it be done?" Jun Zetian pursed his lips, and a look of confusion flashed across his deep black eyes.
"You and Director Qin are old friends, you have outstanding professional skills, and you are a reporter. If I don't take you, who will I take?"
"...I know, I'll prepare now."
Song Lan quickly stood up and packed his things.
Traveling with Jun Zetian is the job of the special assistants in the secretarial department.
Song Lan, a young employee who had just joined the project department not long ago, seemed to be lucky to have this honor of attending the press conference with the CEO.
Song Lan got ready and followed Jun Zetian to the press conference.
Qin Sheng has a high status in the entertainment industry, and most of the entertainment industry has sent people to support him.
Jun Zetian has a distinguished status and was placed in the VIP seat in the first row.
Song Lan was honored and sat next to him.
"Mr. Jun, let me get you a glass of champagne," Song Lan said.
Jun Zetian nodded.
Song Lan stood up to get the champagne, and a gorgeous silhouette passed by beside her, and Su Huaqing's soft and sweet voice came leisurely.
"Mr. He, can I help you get some wine? Don't drink so much, you'll get drunk..."
Song Lan was startled, raised his head, and faced a man and a woman not far away.
It was He Chaozhi and Su Huaqing.
Su Huaqing almost pressed half of his body against He Chaozhi, smiling charmingly to please him.
He Chaozhi lowered his eyes and drank, not knowing what he was thinking, but he did not push Su Huaqing away.
Song Lan only glanced at it, then quickly looked away, picked up the wine glass and returned to Jun Zetian.
"Mr. Jun, your wine."
Su Huaqing was worthy of being a female star. She could see in all directions and listen in all directions. She turned to look at Song Lan with a hint of jealousy in her eyes.
"Oh, isn't this Song Lan? Why is she here?"
He Chaoyi was stunned and followed her gaze to Song Lan, who was standing next to Jun Zetian.
Song Lan was dressed simply, even in all-black professional attire, with her black hair pulled up, except for a few strands of hair in front of her forehead, she still exuded a graceful and charming beauty.
Song Lan bent down to hand Jun Zetian a drink and was accidentally knocked down by a passing reporter.
He didn't hold his hand steady and half the glass of wine spilled on Jun Zetian's suit.
Song Lan was startled, and quickly took out a tissue from her bag to wipe the wine stains on Jun Zetian's chest: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jun, it's all my fault for staining your suit because of my instability."
Jun Zetian has always been calm and steady, not to mention having his suit wiped by a woman in public is not in good taste.
He took the tissue in Song Lan's hand and wiped it calmly: "It doesn't matter, my suit is black, it's not obvious, I'm going to the bathroom."
Song Lan bit her lip and nodded.
In He Chaozhi's eyes, this scene was undoubtedly a woman throwing herself into his arms, having an affair with Jun Zetian in public.
He Chaozhi stared intently at Song Lan's slender wrists. The red hands that had been stretched out in his palms actually touched Jun Zetian's chest...
He Chaozhi strode over and grabbed Song Lan's wrist, his words seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.
"Song Lan, do you still have any sense of shame? Today is a press conference, and you dare to seduce Jun Zetian in public?"
"He Chaozhi, what are you talking about?"
Song Lan's wrist was suddenly pinched by him, and her face turned pale in pain.
He Chaozhi was making a lot of noise, and people around him kept looking over.
Song Lan didn't want to mess up Qin Sheng's press conference and attract attention, so she coldly shook off He Chaozhi's hand.
"Mr. He, we are not related, so don't always do these things that can easily lead to misunderstanding. I am an employee of Jun's, so please be respectful."
After leaving these words, Song Lan raised his head and left, leaving only a trace of determination for He Chaozhi.
