Just about to say something more, a male photographer suddenly pointed to Su Mohan and said, "ah? Yi Chen, how do you have a woman's lipstick on your chin? Have you been wandering around? "

As soon as the man's words came out, there was a burst of coax around him.

Ye Fei's face turned red in an instant. She quickly took back her eyes and lowered her head. She grabbed a document at random and looked at it. She tried to reduce her sense of existence. She did not dare to say a word.

One side of Zhang Wen's face twisted up, staring at Ye Fei's mouth, and then looked up at Su Mo Han's direction. Her eyes almost fell out.

One side of Xin'er is more loud voice, after the reaction, she clapped Ye Fei's shoulder and said: "Xiao Han! You should not be with song Yichen kiss, right? Is he really your ex husband! Are you back in love? "

"Nonsense! How can someone like song Yichen be her ex husband? Are you blind? " Zhang Wen some sharp retorts.

After all, even if her attention is not high, Su Mohan, the son of a bitch, always takes his son of a bitch everywhere. It's hard to be ignored if she gets mixed up with him!

Ye Fei didn't dare to listen to what they were talking about. Her face was so red that she looked up in the direction of Su Mo Han. She happened to look at him.

Ye Fei stares at him fiercely, he is pick eyebrow, seem to do not care at all.

Ye Fei was very angry. She understood.

He was clearly on purpose!

It was not until more than ten minutes later that the heat gradually dissipated. However, it was not necessary to know that it would become a chat after dinner.

At about ten o'clock, the head of the Department sent a message saying that there was a fashion dinner party in the evening. All the people who received the invitation would attend it. They would take this opportunity to study and observe.

Ye Fei has a headache and doesn't want to go to a dinner party.

But at present, this is the nature of work. I'm afraid it's necessary to get in touch with fashion and improve the sense of fashion.

At six o'clock in the evening, Su Mohan looked at Ye Fei, who had only changed a very ordinary black skirt, and said, "is this the way to go?"

Ye Fei nodded: "how, disrelish me?"

Su Mo Han was a little discontented and frowned. After all, she ordered pockmarks all over her face and wore a pair of black frame glasses. It was really not like going to the dinner party. He was just worried that someone who didn't have long eyes would look for her.

However, when he thought of Ye Fei's appearance at the banquet hall and the covetous eyes of those men on her, he suddenly felt that it was good for her to go like this, at least more agreeable than before.

Thinking of this, Su Mo Han couldn't help but stop talking.

The dinner party was chosen at the biggest hotel in Rongcheng. When ye Fei got off from Su Mohan's small modern, she was already a little late. It was not that she was habitually late. Instead, she was in a group of luxury cars. It was very difficult to find a parking space for Su Mohan's small modern. After all, many luxury cars had no place to park.

Fortunately, Su Mo Han spent a little more money, and finally stopped this particularly eye-catching little broken car in a crowd of luxury cars, earning enough attention.

There is a long red carpet in the front door of the hotel. There are many reporters and bodyguards gathered on both sides of the red carpet. The flashing lights are constantly flashing, and there are not a few people watching. It can be seen that the scene is very big.