Shang Lingxiao's calligraphy is very beautiful, with dragons and phoenixes dancing.
Once signed, the contract will be officially concluded.
Both sides need to do their jobs.
After taking a group photo, the staff came in and said respectfully to Bo Xingzhi, "Master Bo, we have arranged a luncheon at noon, in the Osmanthus Hall in Building 4."
Bo Xingzhi's indifferent gaze swept over the people in front of him, with a domineering air about the world, "Please move to the Osmanthus Hall in Building 4, a sumptuous luncheon is waiting for everyone."
"You're welcome, Mr. Bo."
“The Osmanthus Hall has an elegant environment and is very nice.”
"Yes! Let's go there."
Jin Aimi smiled charmingly, looked at Bo Xingzhi with her beautiful eyes and stretched out her hand towards him, "Young Master Bo, you are not as good as me..."
She tried to hold Bo Xingzhi's arm, but the man subconsciously took a step back to avoid her.
"Ms. Jin please."
After saying that, he took Song Yan and left without looking back.
Jin Aimi's face changed with anger, she stamped her feet and had no choice but to follow.
She did not forget to tell her assistant, "Bring me a copy of the group photo just now."
The assistant was stunned and said, "Oh, okay."
She looked at the stupid assistant distractedly, "What are you still waiting for? Go quickly!"
When she took a photo with Bo Xingzhi, Shang Lingxiao and others just now, she was standing next to Bo Xingzhi, deliberately showing an intimate and ambiguous smile on her face.
What a great opportunity to have this photo.
She thought in her mind that the irritability she had felt just now was gone, and she walked directly towards the elevator.
The group of people just entered another elevator, and she stood there waiting for the elevator in front of her.
After a while, the elevator opened with a "ding", and she stepped on her high heels.
When I walked in with my shoes, the elevator door was about to slowly close when a hand suddenly stretched out and sensed that the other person's elevator door had reopened.
Shang Lingxiao stepped in with slightly wet palms. He glanced at Jin Aimi and curled his thin lips, "I didn't expect to meet Miss Jin again after going to the bathroom."
Jin Aimi maintained the most basic politeness towards him, "Young Master Shang, after you came to country M, didn't your wife and children come to live with you?"
When you ask this question, it really means which pot should not be opened and which pot should be picked up.
But Shang Lingxiao did not shy away from this topic. He said calmly, "Ms. Jin seems to like hearsay. Neither the child nor the woman is mine."
"Really? So it seems that Mr. Shang is still the diamond king? This..." Jin Aimi looked at Shang Lingxiao with some surprise. Didn't it mean that he had a woman and a son?
How can it be……
is single?
Or does he not intend to acknowledge the child? He wants the child to remain an illegitimate child for the rest of his life?
But yes, it is normal for rich people to want to have a few illegitimate children and a mistress.
After Jin Aimi figured this out, she felt a little surprised.
Shang Lingxiao suddenly approached Jin Aimi, imprisoning her between the elevator and his arms with his big palm. The man's ambiguous breath brushed her eyes and lips, "Miss Jin, you are so beautiful, do you need a perfect one?"
Where are the suitors?”
Jin Aimi couldn't help but frown. She reached out and pulled Shang Lingxiao's tie, smiling playfully, "Young Master Shang, are you recommending yourself?"
It's a pity that she doesn't like him at all!
Compared to Bo Xingzhi, Shang Lingxiao was far behind in her heart.
Just then, the elevator arrived on the first floor.
Shang Ling
Xiao let go of Jin Aimi and stepped out of the elevator. Jin Aimi followed closely and walked out.
The two of them walked forward side by side, and Jin Aimi's assistant chased after her, panting, "Miss, we are already here according to your instructions."
Jin Aimi nodded with satisfaction, "Well done."
The Osmanthus Hall in Building 4 is at the corner in front, about a hundred meters away.
From time to time, the smell of earth after snow can be heard in the courtyard, and the roads have been cleared cleanly.
Jin Aimi wore a beige cashmere coat, but it could not withstand the severe cold of winter.
Shang Lingxiao smiled and took off his suit jacket and put it on her body, "Miss Jin still needs to keep warm."
Jin Aimi frowned but did not refuse. Shang Lingxiao's reaction was the reaction of a normal man after seeing her. She enjoyed the feeling of being pampered and pampered by a man very much.
She smiled casually and said, "Thank you, Mr. Shang, for your thoughtfulness."
Fortunately, the distance was very close, and we quickly arrived at Osmanthus Hall.
As the name suggests, Osmanthus Hall is a restaurant with the theme of osmanthus. It is also one of the banquet halls of the Presidential Palace.
Not only are many dishes related to osmanthus, but the decorations also echo it.
The whole restaurant has a great atmosphere.
As soon as Jin Aimi stepped in, she saw Bo Xingzhi sitting on the main table. He was sitting on the main seat. The empty seat next to him was Shang Lingxiao's, and next to Shang Lingxiao was Jin Aimi.
Jin Aimi was a little unhappy because the person on the other side of Bo Xingzhi was not her either.
It's Song Yan!
Why doesn't she deserve to sit next to Bo Xingzhi?
If I had known earlier, I should have come earlier.
She was a little upset, but she still sat down gracefully.
Shang Lingxiao also sat down
Come and casually take off Jin Aimi's own coat.
Everyone is a smart person and they immediately noticed this scene.
Bo Xingzhi just pretended not to see it, and he really didn't pay attention.
Glancing at the other tables, he found that almost everyone was seated. He immediately asked Song Yan to tell the waiter to serve the food.
He doesn't have much time to have a long chat with Amy Jin here.
The chef at Osmanthus Hall works very quickly, and the delicious dishes are served quickly.
There is a faint aroma floating in the air, including the aroma of osmanthus and the aroma of food, which makes people can't help but move their index fingers.
Jin Aimi looked at Bo Xingzhi's cold and ascetic handsome face sitting in the main seat and thought that this was an excellent opportunity.
She couldn't help but stretched out her foot and gently wrapped it around the man's calf, rubbing it lightly. The seductive meaning in it was not too obvious.
However, what she didn't expect was that just when she was about to rub her for the second time, the man's foot stepped hard on her high-heeled foot, which almost crushed her instep.
She couldn't help but let out a soft "hiss" in pain, and her face became pale and pale.
Shang Lingxiao glanced at her doubtfully, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Jin Aimi took back her foot that was almost trampled, but she almost cried out.
But there were so many people here, she didn't dare.
She could only endure the pain like cutting flesh with a smile, "It's okay, I accidentally kicked the chair with my foot. It hurts a bit."
"Why are you so careless? Do you want a doctor to come over and take a look?" Shang Lingxiao continued to ask with concern.
"It's okay." Jin Amy shook her head awkwardly.
Shang Lingxiao continued to look at her, "Your forehead is covered
I'm sweating, does it really hurt?"
Damn it! Can you stop asking? Jin Amy roared crazily in her heart, but she didn't dare to break out. She could only bite the bullet and continue, "It's okay, it's okay, it's really okay."
"I would like to toast everyone with this glass. I hope that we will have a pleasant cooperation in the future and the project will be successfully completed." Bo Xingzhi did not pay much attention to Jin Aimi. When the food was almost served, he directly picked up the wine glass and said to everyone present.
As soon as he stood up, everyone also stood up.
Jin Amy's feet were so painful that she couldn't stand up at all, but she had to stand up, so...she endured the excruciating pain and stood up.
My feet are definitely swollen! 100% sure!
Bo Xingzhi! You scumbag! Are you stepping on my feet like a pig's trotters?
She scolded Bo Xingzhi thousands of times in her heart but could not understand her hatred.
But it doesn’t take that long to drink a glass of wine, right?
She thought everyone was just sitting down to have a drink together, but what she didn't expect was that Bo Xingzhi started toasting one after another!
Her vision went dark and she almost fainted!
How long does it take for a table with 120 people to be respectful?
No one sat down. If she did, she would look so abrupt, so uneducated and rude.
She almost fainted.
on purpose!
Bo Xingzhi definitely did it on purpose!
Jin Aimi was so angry that she almost died on the spot.
She could only pray silently in her heart that Bo Xingzhi would end this session quickly so that she could sit down and rest her poor feet.
However, things backfired.
Bo Xingzhi would say a few words to each person he was toasting to, and the other person would say the same two words in return.
A minute or two passed by going back and forth.
So ten or twenty...
Wait until I finally pay homage to Kim Aimi and Shang
When she was in front of Ling Xiao, Jin Aimi's forehead was already so painful that it was covered with crystal beads of sweat.
She almost had no strength to speak.
He also had no energy to cherish the opportunity to toast with Bo Xingzhi at such a close distance, so he hurriedly drank a glass of wine and sat down quickly.
The moment her butt touched the chair, she almost collapsed.
Bo Xingzhi glanced at her indifferently and snorted secretly in his heart.
This kind of woman who has lost her worth must be punished well to let her know what a sense of proportion is!
He didn't feel any guilt or discomfort in his heart.
A woman who tried to replace Xiaosu, he had already given the Jin family face without stabbing her to death.
When Shang Lingxiao saw Bo Xingzhi approaching him, there was a hint of malice in his eyes, "Brother, we brothers don't have to be so polite."
Bo Xingzhi's expression was indifferent, "If I don't toast you, you might say that I don't care about you as a brother. Drink up."
I am too lazy to talk too much nonsense with Shang Lingxiao.
The two brothers exchanged a few words of condescension before taking their seats.
When no one was paying attention, Jin Aimi gently raised her almost useless foot and touched it with her hand. This touch was not a big deal.
Her whole body was in bad shape.
The instep was swollen like a steamed bun.
She wanted to cry but had no tears.
Now I can't stay in bed for ten days, but it will take a week...
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved and sad she became. What did she do wrong? Why did Bo Xingzhi treat her so cruelly?
The more she thought about it, the more unconvinced she became. She must tell her father when she goes back and let him vent her anger for her.
Thinking of this, she picked up her chopsticks angrily and started eating. Fortunately, the food at Osmanthus Hall was good.
By the time the banquet was over, there was already a small
After a while, Jin Amy stood up tremblingly, but she no longer had the swaying posture she had before.
