Chapter 142

Xiao Dong's voice was very urgent on the other end of the phone, "sister ye, are you listening?"

Ye Huanyan suddenly returned to her senses, holding the invitation in her hand. Her face turned pale. "All the invitation are last year's dates," she said. The phone was silent for a few seconds,

"Sister ye, don't worry. Maybe... Maybe it's not as serious as we think. After all, the date of the annual meeting has been agreed with everyone ahead of time, and the date on the invitation will not... No one will care..."

"If it wasn't important, you wouldn't have called to remind me."

Ye Huanyan took a deep breath and realized how serious a mistake it was when she saw the wrong date printing. If someone used it to make a fuss, the invitation to the annual meeting would become a laughing stock in the industry.

The other end of the phone also took a breath of air,

"Sister ye, I'm going back to the company now. What do you need me to do?"

Ye Huanyan gradually calmed down,

"You first contact the printing factory and ask them for 50 blank invitation cards, then buy a batch of 2012 date relief stickers to cover the original date, and then go to Binjiang university town to meet."

"Binjiang university town?" Xiao Dong's voice was very surprised, "why go there?"

"The invitation sent to the cooperative customer was taken back by Xiao Song. The post office is near his school. I don't know if he sent it. If it is sent, we have to stop them and send it with a new invitation before the courier takes delivery tomorrow morning."

That's why ye Huanyan asked Xiao Dong to contact the printing house to buy 50 blank invitation cards.

These are sent to the partner. She is going to write them directly.

Hang up the phone, ye Huanyan with the fastest speed will each table invitation back, and then hold the invitation to take a taxi directly to Binjiang University City.

The university town is located in the suburbs, about an hour away from Huanyu Group. By the time we found Xiaosong school, it was already completely dark.

At night, the basketball court is full of lights, and the members of the school basketball club are holding confrontation training.

Ye Huanyan's professional suit, gray cashmere coat and delicate make-up are particularly elegant and eye-catching in the university campus, especially when she carries a paper box directly into the basketball court full of boys.

In winter, the boys who are still sweating in vests have endless vitality. They look like a basket of radishes. Ye Huanyan is dazzled by the same basketball suit, and can't tell which one is Xiao Song.

"Ah, Song Lin has a good shot..."

On the basketball court, a tall and handsome figure made a smash and scored a goal, which caused a burst of cheers from the onlookers and Cheerleading Girls.

"... defend, damn it!"

The match was suspended after the referee whistled.

"Song Lin?"

Ye Huanyan suddenly heard the sound and looked for a familiar figure in the distance. When she was excited, she waved desperately and cried,

"Song Lin, Song Lin..."

Her voice was soon drowned in the cheers of boys and girls. The upsurge caused by the goal on the basketball court beside her completely covered her voice.

Song Lin is bowing his head to wipe sweat, and a player pokes him,

"Ah, there's a beautiful woman. It seems she's looking for you, song Lin..."

"Don't talk nonsense, what..." Yu Guang in the corner of Song Lin's eyes glanced at a figure, and suddenly raised his head, not daring to set the channel,

"Secretary ye..."

Ye Huanyan trots all the way with the box in her arms. She walks through the boys' whistles and finally comes to song Lin,

Tired of panting, "I found you..."

At the school's plane, the leaves of Wutong Avenue fell, and ye Huan Yan drank water while he subsided the heart of his high load, which was not sustained for a long time.

Xiao Song held the paper box, "Secretary ye, how did you find the basketball court?"

"What your aunt SuGuan told me..." ye Huanyan breathed out slowly,

"You don't answer your phone call. Fortunately, I remember your major, and fortunately, all of you, your major, live in the same building."

That batch of invitation cards, as expected, had been sent out by Xiao Song. The hope was shattered, and ye Huanyan was doomed to have to wait in this place for the next day when the post office collected the express delivery to explain.

"And now what?" Xiao Song scratched his head and felt sorry.

I didn't have to be in such a hurry to send it.

Ye Huanyan patted the box and sighed,

"Is there any quiet place in your school? You have to lend me a place to stay up all night. These invitation cards have to be changed

Little song was slightly stunned, "more than 3000 copies?"

"Not so many. Three thousand people are enough. In addition to some employees and their partners' families, there are only 2159 invitation cards, 50 of which need to be handwritten."

Even so, one night is enough.

"Sister ye, I can ask my classmates for help..."

"No, the less people know about it, the better." Ye Huanyan refused,

"Just help me find a place to stay up all night, and then you can go back to rest." Looking at ye Huanyan's tired face, Song Lin was very unhappy. He frowned, "Secretary ye, I have no class tomorrow. I can help you." Ye Huanyan took a look at him and thought that with so many invitation cards, she and Xiao Dong might not be able to finish them, so they didn't refuse. In jinjiangyuan villa, Linghan sleeps by the head of the bed several times and wakes up several times intermittently. At night, when he opens the sliding door between the bedrooms, he finds that ye Huanyan has not come back. He frowned, looked at the phone book, pondered for a long time, or closed the phone, turned over on the bed. I didn't sleep all night until the next morning, when a ray of sunshine from the window came into my bedroom. The man on the bed opened his eyes and opened the door. Still didn't come back. It's not the first time that she doesn't go home at night, but every time there are omens. What happened this time? He quickly dialed the phone, rang for a while, the other end of the phone came a man's voice“ Hello, hello... "The man's voice was obviously a little hoarse. At the end of the phone, Ling Han frowned, his face sank quickly, and his voice was dull." who are you? What about ye Huanyan? "“ Secretary ye, she's next to me. She's asleep. " Smell speech, Ling Han's face suddenly sink to the extreme, in the eyes flash clear cold awn, he suddenly stood up, raised the volume, emotion is too excited, so that the tone with a strong tremor, "what did you do to her? Let ye Huanyan answer the phone? Why is her mobile phone in your hand... "The other end of the phone seems to be scared, silent for several seconds, for a long time just stumbling to say a word,"... I'm Xiao Song, Secretary ye, she... "Ling Han's voice is very cold, as if with the rage to kill, on the other end of the phone," I don't care who you are, where is ye Huanyan now? " The phone is suddenly hung up, and Song Lin's brow is wrinkled by the loud noise. He pulls his mobile phone away from his ear. The inexplicable content of the phone he just talked to the boss makes him feel at a loss. The corner of his eye glances at ye Huanyan, who is lying on the table asleep. He yawns vaguely. Then he takes a look at the time on the mobile phone, and bounces up abruptly, This Novell has been translated by www.novell.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation