Five years later, the airport
The woman wore a white chiffon shirt and a long black suit skirt.
The length of the skirt just covered the knees, revealing a section of white and tender calves.
The black stiletto heels made a clicking sound as they rubbed against the ground.
Suddenly, the mobile phone in the handbag rang.
Zhuli took off her sunglasses and kept walking.
"Hello."
The woman's voice is cold and charming.
"Reached?"
"Xiaotong is already waiting."
Qiao Jue leaned lazily on the back of the office chair and spoke slowly.
Zhuli hummed expressionlessly.
"knew."
"I really don't understand how many trainees are worthy of you going over to see them in person?"
Zhuli didn't answer and cut off the phone.
After walking out of the airport, as expected, I saw a young girl wearing transparent-rimmed glasses holding a sign.
It says 'Welcome Mr. Li to Beijing'.
She suppressed the smile on her lips and put her sunglasses back on.
He stood beside the girl and said coldly: "Xiaotong?"
The girl named Xiaotong's face immediately filled with a joyful smile, and she nodded:
"You are Mr. Li, right?"
For some reason, Zhuli always felt like she saw her old self in her.
Clear and vibrant.
She took the lead in holding the girl's shoulders and walked towards the exit.
Qiao Jue only worked at the Haishi branch for two years, and then he resigned and established his own media studio.
He was too busy during that time, so he had to ask Zhuli for help.
Zhuli is very good at marketing, so they are very happy to work together.
Within two years they had grown the studio into a company.
There are countless popular artists under its banner.
One of Zhuli's achievements is to make the outdated Duan Niannian famous again.
"Mr. Li, here are the detailed information of this batch of trainees."
After getting into the commercial car, Xiaotong, the co-pilot, handed her a folder.
Zhuli didn't answer, but asked: "Where will the banquet be held tonight?"
Xiaotong didn't dare to neglect, "Su Family Villa."
Sujia Villa
The woman's cold eyes glanced at the young boy standing in front of her.
"Sister Lizi, you can let them go.
The speaker was the protagonist of this banquet, Su Shaoqing, the young master of Hengli Group.
Today is his eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, and he has been interested in the entertainment industry since he was a child, so his father gave him such a gift on his coming-of-age day.
Qiao Jue had specifically warned Su Shaoqing not to offend him, and Li Jue would have to rely on his father for future investments.
Zhuli took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in her heart.
He slammed the pen in his hand on the table, "This won't work, and that won't work either, young master..."
She turned her head and looked at him, and said in the calmest voice possible: "You take a look first, and I'll go out and take a breath."
The air-conditioning temperature in the closed room was too high, which made Zhuli's cheeks turn red.
She walked towards the lawn.
"Thanks."
Zhuli took the wine glass brought by the waiter and pinched the neck of the glass with her slender white fingers.
Not far away, a man stood tall and straight, looking in her direction with a cold expression.
He raised his head and drank the last sip of wine in the glass, then paced this way.
After breathing the outdoor air for a while, Zhuli felt refreshed and turned around to continue facing those bad things.
Suddenly, a feeling of confinement came from the white wrist.
She subconsciously lowered her head to check, and her eyes followed the man's tight forearms.
With just one glance, she immediately wanted to break away.
However, the man held her too hard, and her little struggle was like scratching an itch.
Zhuli half-squinted her eyes and stepped on the man's valuable leather shoes with her heels.
Then I wanted to take advantage of the man's pain and run away quickly.
It's just that she underestimated the man's endurance.
Jing Huaizhi snorted lightly, not showing any pain at all.
Just kept watching her performance.
"You are sick, let me go!"
Seeing that the man in front of him was refusing to accept his words, Zhuli was so angry that he cursed.
At the same time, the cell phone in her hand kept ringing.
What a mess.
She pressed the answer button with her free hand.
"Zhuli, are you busy?"
When Jing Huaizhi heard this voice, his eyes couldn't help but darken a little.
Before Zhuli could answer, a burst of laughter came from the receiver.
"Mr. Qiao, why haven't you caught up with Mr. Li yet?"
"That's right, we're still waiting to drink your wedding."
"It would be better to have another little nap or a little pear."
...
Zhuli's lips moved and she was about to say something.
Jing Huaizhi stretched out his arm and grabbed her phone, cut it off and put it in his pocket.
"Let me go!"
"I don't know you, don't drag me!"
She was dragged into the darkness by the man, and the wine glass in her hand shattered on the lawn due to the pull.
However, the man did not stop because of her cry.
It wasn't until he reached the corner that Jing Huaizhi paused and held her in the corner with both hands.
There was a trace of cruelty in his eyes: "Do you know how I got here these one thousand one hundred and eighty days?"
"You actually flirted with other men."
He lowered his head and raised the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating arc.
Zhuli tilted her head, her eyes slightly wide.
"Do we know this gentleman?"
Jing Huaizhi raised his thick eyebrows and looked up and down her dress with interest.
Finally, he held her chin and kissed her deeply. The strong possessive desire forced Zhuli to feel the taste of blood coming from the tip of his tongue.
She put her arms across the man's hard chest and turned her head desperately to avoid the man's too intense kiss.
But she had no chance to succeed at all. As soon as her head strayed slightly, the man's hot palm caught her back.
"Let me go!"
"Well..."
At this moment, Zhuli's brain was severely deprived of oxygen, and she didn't understand why the man in front of her was so crazy.
She also expected to meet him when she came back this time, but she didn't expect to meet him so soon.
Half an hour later, the man looked at the blushing woman in front of him and chose to give her a chance to breathe.
Zhuli always kicked her nose in the face when she got the chance. When she saw Jing Huaizhi, she let go of her and rushed forward without looking back.
But before he could run a few meters away, he was picked up by someone.
"If you run away again, I'll tie your legs so you can't go anywhere."
Jing Huaizhi's voice was as cold as a snake, without any warmth.
She bit her lip and kicked her thin legs in the air.
The high heels on her feet also slipped off.
He turned her over and held her with one hand.
He bent down to pick up the high heels from the ground and strode away from where he was just now.
"You are such a madman!"
Zhuli's eyes widened, she met his dark eyes and growled.
Jing Huaizhi sneered, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose: "You just know?"
He went crazy, not just for one day or two.
Su Shaoqing opened the door and stretched out on the wide lawn.
His gaze kept looking forward, as if he was very satisfied with the coming-of-age ceremony his father had arranged for him.
Suddenly, as if he had discovered a new continent, he walked over quickly.
