Chapter 305

Song Yarong blinked: "hmm? Ah?? Ah

Wan Shanshan Tucao: make complaints about your voice in bed.

Chen Mingming came over and said, "what are you talking about?"

"The little girl said that she didn't know why the president would attend this year. Come on, Miss Chen, please tell me your conjecture."

"Little girl doesn't know yet!" Chen Mingming can't help but smile, a brain jump up, looking at her grinning appearance, the mind is Jin boundless smile.

"I know. I just couldn't react." Song Ya Rong snorted and turned back to her position. However, her red ears almost bled. Several people finally couldn't help laughing.

Song Yarong happily began to choose the clothes she was going to wear that day. She was not very satisfied with the selection, so she planned to make one by herself. Sure enough, she could only make clothes by herself.

Because she was afraid of the cold, song Yarong chose the style of long sleeves. The hollow sleeves were surrounded by a few circles of soft hair, which made her feel extremely warm. But in fact, the heat preservation effect was not so good. She just looked very hot in the room with the air conditioner on.

The waist is also surrounded by a circle of fine hair, just for decoration, and the skirt is pulled below the knee, which is a bit nondescript. Others are above the knee, or to the ankle, only her below the knee.

But it can't be denied that the clothes are very good-looking, very good-looking.

As soon as song Yarong appeared, he attracted the attention of many people.

"Ah, is that song Yarong from the art department?"

"Have a good look..."

"Hum, it's tempting for the president to wear such a nice dress. Tut Tut, a little girl really dares to come."

"She's really brave, but I heard she didn't buy her clothes."

"Can't you afford a single dress?"

"Are you stupid? They belong to the art department. Of course they belong to their own art department."

Song Yarong didn't hear what they were saying. She just kept looking for WAN Shanshan and Chen Mingming, and she didn't show up with Jin Beihan. Although the man was wearing a couple's dress that she was specially asked to wear, she still felt a little ashamed.

Wan Shanshan and Chen Mingming came over with their glasses. They stood beside song Yarong and asked with a smile, "where's the president?"

"I don't know. I didn't come with him. Who are you going to invite to dance later?"

Song Yarong is a little curious. In fact, she is ready that Jin Beihan won't invite her. She has already made plans. If Jin Beihan doesn't invite her, she will ask others first, whether with Chen Mingming or with others. Anyway, she can't be alone for the time being.

"Me, I'm responsible for eating. If I don't dance, I won't."

Wan Shanshan is very calm. Although the annual meeting is held every year, she just doesn't want to learn dancing. It can be said that she is very willful.

Chen Mingming chuckled, and the curved corner of his mouth was alluring in the dim light: "I'll come here later."

"Where's the torch in my hand!" Wan Shanshan blew up in an instant. Chen Mingming had been eating with her before. This year, she was the only one left

Inexplicably feel that the world has objects, they do not have

It's so lost.

"It's over. I can stay with you."

Song Yarong's serious face made Wan Shanshan worried: "Yarong, silly girl, did you quarrel with the president?"

"No..."

"How can you not be together! Can you bear to hold another woman

"No!" Song Yarong's fighting spirit was aroused instantly. If Jin Beihan didn't invite her this time, she could invite Jin Beihan in turn! I don't believe uncle will disagree!

Wan Shanshan laughed and patted her on the shoulder: "go on, little girl!"

Soon, the annual meeting officially began. In everyone's expectation, Jin Beihan appeared at the top. What's rare is that he smiles a little more and greets everyone.

Song Yarong felt her ears explode

"My God!! The president laughs so handsome

"If I can't breathe... If the president invites someone to dance, I'll rush up!"

"Me too!"

"Don't think about it. The president is mine."

Hearing this charming voice, song Yarong subconsciously looks over, a woman with big red lips, wearing fur that can't be seen, looking at Jin Beihan on the stage with great confidence.Song Yarong takes a look at her big chest and looks at her full chest. She looks a little flustered and looks like a strong enemy?

"Ah... There's no hope." As soon as the women around her saw that she had all spoken, they immediately felt a little disappointed. As soon as she made a move, there was almost no possibility that the president would be in their hands.

Maybe song Yarong's eyes are too focused, and the woman suddenly turns her head, just opposite song Yarong. With a trace of provocation, the radian of her red lips pierces song Yarong.

Song Yarong quickly takes back her eyes. Her heart beats faster. The woman's eyes are really attractive and familiar, which makes her incompetent.

I really don't know how to describe it. As a woman, I think that woman's eyes are attractive. Song Yarong says that she has lost a lot in her aura.

"Well, Mr. Jin will enter the first dance tonight. I don't know which lady has the honor to be invited by Mr. Jin."

The host hands the microphone to Jin Beihan and asks him to choose a candidate.

And the man is just the corner of the mouth hook, a evil smile flashed by, gently pushed the microphone in front of him, straight towards the crowd.

Song Yarong's eyes widened, and subconsciously looked at the woman's expression. She found that she was determined to win, but Jin Beihan's direction was also facing her. She couldn't help but feel her heart tightened.

Seizing the hair on her arm tightly, song Yarong is inexplicably worried. She stares at the man getting closer and closer to them, and everyone around her is very excited. However, when Jin Beihan stands in front of the woman, she is suddenly relieved.

"Excuse me, will you?"

Hearing the cold voice, song Yarong's eyes just about to close widened again. He watched the man walk around the woman and straight to himself. He reached for her hand and pulled it. Then he came to his arms.

Around a burst of exclamation, the next second, song Yarong was pulled into the dance floor.

"My God!! How could it be her? "

"No?"

"Did the president like that?"

"What is the method used?"

A group of people chattered, and the woman's face became more and more ugly. After a few breaths, she pushed others away, turned and went out.