Speaking of this boss, Mr. Liu, everyone knows that he is a ruthless character in the business world. He made his fortune in the manufacturing industry in Rehe in his early years. Later, when the economy gradually slumped, he was acquired by the Lu Group. He used the money to do business and prospered, becoming the automobile tycoon he is today.
For such a prominent figure, even the Chamber of Commerce would give him three points of praise.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Liu heard the news and smiled: "Where are you?"
"In the back."
Mr. Liu immediately ignored the others and hurried to the door of the banquet hall. The face of the president who was left in the air looked slightly embarrassed. The female companion beside him asked in surprise: "Then what is Mr. Lu's background? Is he worthy of Mr. Liu's personal greeting?"
The man took a glass of wine from the dining table and said, "Can Jiangning have a second Mr. Lu? Lu Yili."
"Doesn't he not like to come? He doesn't bother to deal with businessmen who smell like copper. How can he do a good job by hanging around flowers all day long?" The female companion was shocked and couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.
The man glared over, "Don't cause trouble! Mr. Lu is the real big tree, but he doesn't like to meddle in our business. How can Mr. Lu's designated successor be incompetent?"
They were still talking, but Wen Yan didn't listen at all. All she could think about was Lu Yili's handsome and unruly face.
She and Lu Yili never saw each other again after they left the flower shop that day. Today he would come and catch her off guard.
Then we can't stay any longer.
Wen Yan was walking in a hurry and without paying attention, he bumped into Cui Lige who suddenly came out. The red wine in his hand spilled out along with the tilt.
Impartially, it was poured onto Wen Yan's chest, and the red wine stain spread in an instant. It was not transparent enough, but it also soaked the fabric.
At the same time, a few drops splashed on the back of Cui Lige's hand.
"Ah." Cui Lige exclaimed.
It attracts guests around to look here frequently.
Zhou Tingxun, who was not far away, put down his wine glass and ran over to check. Cui Lige was fine at all, but Wen Yan was in a very embarrassed state.
Just as he was about to take off his suit jacket, Cui Lige held his hand tightly. The moment he looked at Wen Yan, he put on a decent smile.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Wen, I was rude, I sprained my foot just now."
"I am a clumsy person, and I think Tingxun can only bear it. How about I pay you one piece?"
Cui Lige said this, but she didn't feel any guilt at all, at least it didn't show on her face.
"It doesn't matter." Wen Yan covered her chest, hiding the boredom that flashed across her eyes, and said calmly: "I have plenty of cheongsams, one more is not too much, and one less is not too much."
She spoke in an understatement, seemingly polite and courteous, but in fact it was quite cryptic, with a hint of profound meaning that was difficult to detect.
The corners of Cui Lige's curved mouth were lowered. This Wen Yan was really sharp-tongued.
Wen Yan didn't want to stay, so he turned around and walked towards the door. At the same time, Mr. Liu's laughter spread: "Young Master Lu, you are such a rare guest, please come in and have a few drinks."
Lu Yili didn't answer. Just like before, he stepped forward and left everyone behind. Even when he was wearing a neat suit, he could find a wanton laziness in his dignity.
All the eyes at the scene were focused on him, and the man surrounded by stars was getting closer and closer to Wen Yan.
The light cast a light shadow under his eyelashes. He seemed to be aware of it, and slowly raised his eyelids, glancing over vaguely.
They looked at each other in silence among the crowd.
Lu Yili's gaze was so direct that Wen Yan couldn't help but feel his scalp numb, his feet seemed to have taken root on the ground and he could no longer move.
"Yili, why didn't you tell me if you were coming?" Zhou Tingxun was the first to greet him, putting his hand on Lu Yili's shoulder with a touch of casualness and intimacy.
Lu Yili calmly turned away and said harshly: "I don't like people touching me."
Everyone present was stunned for a moment. Zhou Tingxun's face didn't look good, but he just smiled dryly.
Mr. Liu on the side coughed lightly, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Zhou, want to chat while drinking?"
After some pulling and pulling, the three of them entered the banquet hall, with Wen Yan standing at the edge unable to get up or down.
He passed by her without squinting his eyes and walking steadily step by step, as if they had never met each other and had never had any entanglements.
"It's great that Miss Wen didn't leave. There is a room for changing clothes upstairs. We are about the same size. You should be able to wear it. I will take you there." Cui Lige came over and looked Wen Yan up and down. He covered his lips and smiled, not trying to hide the fact that he was looking at a joke.
The Cui family was involved in this reception, so Cui Lige naturally took charge.
Wen Yan couldn't figure out Cui Lige's intention, so she took off her wet clothes first so that she wouldn't be able to do anything out of the ordinary in public.
"That would be troublesome."
Wen Yan smiled politely and walked in the opposite direction to Lu Yili. The sound of high heels gradually faded away.
Lu Yili's face was calm, he looked at the remaining wine in the glass, which was dark red and slightly tipsy. He suddenly chuckled, raised his head and drank it all.
