"Niece, I'll introduce you to you. This person is Leyan's new editor-in-chief, Mr. Fang Da. He likes you very much."
As he was talking, Zheng Zhonghong gave Fang Da a look.
Fang Da then stood up with a glass of wine and raised his glass respectfully at Ruan Anlan.
He said: "Miss Ruan, it's true that when you first appeared on the cover of Jiaren's magazine, I wanted you to appear on the cover of our Leyan."
"I just have been suffering from this opportunity. Now I want to invite you in person."
"If possible, we can talk today. I came with full sincerity."
As he said that, Fang Da raised his glass and drank it all in one go to express his sincerity and determination.
Ruan Anlan raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Fang Da with a little smile.
That expression cannot be said what it means.
Zheng Zhonghong, who was standing beside him, shoved Zheng Junyang for a moment, and Zheng Junyang immediately understood and licked his smile and leaned over.
"Sister An'an, I'll give you a cup too."
"What do you respect me?"
Ruan Anlan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and she didn't get up straight.
No matter how you look at it, you look indifferent.
This attitude reveals a sense of contempt from every move and every look.
Fang Da thought Ruan Anlan was unhappy and looked a little embarrassed. He was about to say something.
Ruan Anlan suddenly burst into laughter slowly.
The laughter was crisp and echoed in the quiet room.
Zheng Zhonghong looked at Ruan Anlan in confusion, "Niece, why are you laughing at?"
Zheng Junyang touched the back of his head in embarrassment: "Sister An An, it doesn't matter if you don't drink, it's the same with juice instead of wine."
As he said that, he raised the wine glass at Ruan Anlan’s table on his own.
Seeing the wine glass, Ruan Anlan raised her eyebrows: "I don't drink juice, you guys."
This is not giving face.
But, even though they knew that Ruan Anlan deliberately did not give them face, they could only hold them and coax them.
Zheng Junyang has always been the best at this. He immediately smiled and changed the subject.
After a few times, Zheng Junyang and Fang Da blushed and drank a little high.
However, the main owner sat in a cold position, not talking or participating.
Even the expression on his face was a little indifferent, as if wrapped in a thin layer of ice, making people unable to get close to it.
Zheng Zhonghong said: "Niece, are you blaming your uncle for making a fuss? I know you must have the ability to solve the problem, but as an elder, I definitely can't watch you be slandered."
A good one can't do it.
She was scolded like a dog before, but why didn’t she see him stand up and say a word?
After all, why did Zheng Zhonghong and his son work so hard? In fact, they both feel like a mirror in their hearts.
Ruan Anlan twisted his palms with a smile, his tone was lukewarm, "My uncle's words are just a slap in me. My uncle is so kind, and he doesn't have to wait until now."
"Haha, you are really good at joking. Isn't this just happening to have connections? I just wanted to go with the flow and help you block it."
"The uncle is so thoughtful. I really have something to do here that I want my uncle to help you. Uncle, please see..."
Not to mention helping at this moment, it would be fine if Ruan Anlan asked Zheng Zhonghong to give her the shares in his hand.