Wu haofei found Xing Rushi strange, along her line of sight to see the cold rain, flashed a bit of embarrassment in her eyes, handed three tickets to the three people.
"In a few days, our company will hold a dance to celebrate the national day. I hope you can attend it."
Leng Qingyu takes the admission ticket from Wu haofei's hand, and his eyes are naturally punished. His body is like a poem.
"I'll go if I have time."
Although that's what she said, Xing Rushi has already made up her mind not to go. If she goes, she is bound to meet Li Muran. Now she really doesn't want to see each other, not at all.
Wu haofei is not reluctant. After all, he took this out just to ease the atmosphere.
"Well, if you want to come, please let me know."
Xie Mufan sat on one side and sipped his coffee. It seemed that he was looking at the admission ticket in his hand, but actually he was watching Xing Rushi and Wu haofei.
When he met him just now, he noticed that Wu haofei had a different look in his eyes when he was looking at Xing Ru Shi. It was clearly a man's eyes when he saw the woman he loved deeply.
If not, how can Li Muran's poems be so popular with so many men?
Thinking of this, I can't help laughing in a low voice. Leng Qingyu gives a cold hum from her nose. She looks at Xie Mufan unhappily. He laughs so much that she has a feeling of wind blowing.
Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi.
"We have something else to do. Let's leave first."
With a look at Wu haofei, he naturally will not refuse the cold rain. Anyway, the other party is a VIP of their company, so he can't be slighted. What's more, he promised to go shopping with her today, and he can't leave the other party alone.
"Sorry, Rushi. We left first."
Xing Rushi nodded and said that he was OK. He watched the two people leave. Xie Mufan looked at the back of Leng Qingyu and mumbled.
"What a rude little girl."
Xing Rushi's attention was paid to the two people who left, but he didn't hear Xie Mufan's words.
After that, they sat in the cafe for a while before leaving. Before leaving, Xie Mufan secretly took a picture of Xing Rushi.
After leaving the cafe, they strolled in the street for a long time. In a twinkling of an eye, it was six o'clock in the afternoon. The sky was as red as the sun. The clouds faded their midday white, just like a flame burning in the sky.
Xing Rushi and Xie Mufan finished taking the last photos and stretched out with satisfaction. This is the first time that she has walked outside for such a long time in so many years.
Maybe it's because of being too tired. When Xie Mufan drove Xing Rushi back, he fell asleep on the back of his chair and couldn't bear to wake him up. After driving around the city for most of the time, Xie Mufan drove to Xing Rushi's house.
At an intersection, a Ferrari happened to Miss Xie Mufan's Lamborghini. Li Muran sat in the driver's seat, his face as usual, but his tight lips betrayed his mood.
Since Lin Ke'er became the new magazine editor in chief of the reform, his social status has been greatly elevated.
In venis & Queen, although she was quite good as a servant of Xing Rushi, her salary and position were not as good as those here in the reform.
Now we have our own independent office, and we can get close to Li Muran first. We can have the best of both worlds, and we can also listen to others calling our editor in chief. The whole person is very beautiful.
"This is your company's staff list, please."
The assistant bowed over the information in his hand. He was very respectful. He was able to get the position of editor in chief in the heavy selection. It can be seen that he was highly valued by President Li.
Lin Ke'er lightly returns with a smile, took over. But when the assistant left, he threw the paper on the table in front of him, and pulled the corners of his lips, revealing a wanton smile.
The screen of the mobile phone flashes, and the happy ring tone of the incoming call comes from it.
Lin Ke'er quickly sat up straight, her eyes swept across the screen, and then glanced at her disdain.
"Linkel, do you know anything?"
Xing Rushi sits in the office with the middle finger and index finger overlapping and staggering, clamping the design drawing, and frowning slightly.
She sent four or five subordinates, but only Lin Ke'er was left in the reform, which made her a little dissatisfied. After all, Lin Ke'er was not her ideal candidate.
But it's not up to her to worry about the current situation.
"Don't worry, Mr. Xing. I'm just in the reform. I'm not very familiar with many businesses here. I haven't had the opportunity to contact the senior management information for a while."
Lin Ke'er suddenly put the mobile phone away from his ears, and then he pretended to be an assistant and called himself, "editor in chief Lin, there's a message from the supplier. I hope you can go there."