On Christmas Day, it snowed heavily in the imperial capital.
Yu Weiwei finished processing the documents and stretched.
Nan Meng knocked on the door and came in. The company bought Christmas gifts for everyone, as well as afternoon tea snacks. Nan Meng also brought one to Yu Weiwei.
Yu Weiwei scooped up the cake with a small spoon and flipped through his phone casually.
In the circle of friends, everyone is posting about Christmas activities.
A message from Lin Jianshen popped up in the window above, and Yu Weiwei clicked on it.
【picture】
【How to spend Christmas? 】
In the photo, Lu Lu is wearing a bright red Christmas costume and a Santa hat on her head. The little guy squatted next to the carefully decorated Christmas tree, looking through the mobile phone screen with his big round eyes that made people's hearts melt.
Yu Weiyi unconsciously curved the corners of his lips and held his chin in thought.
While she was editing the message, Qiao Qian's message was also sent over.
【picture】
【Does it look good? 】
【Christmas shirt! 】
Yu Weiwei:......
[You don’t have to show me everything]
Yu Weiwei frowned and sent it, then added: [Be careful of the paparazzi]
Although he was suppressed when he was secretly photographed while watching a movie in the mall last time, Huo Silin has always been surrounded by paparazzi.
[It’s okay, I will be careful about my words and actions outside! 】
Qiao Qian felt that as long as she didn't get too close to Huo Silin in public, the paparazzi wouldn't be able to take any photos.
After all, the two of them still have a "relative" relationship.
The last time we were watching a movie, we couldn't help ourselves. They kissed secretly and were caught by the paparazzi.
Although her face was not photographed, it had an impact on Huo Silin.
What's more, Qiao Qian also felt guilty, fearing that her father would see that the shadow was her, so she was so nervous.
[Sorry, I have to abandon you this Christmas. 】
Qiao Qian sent two emojis, and the screen was filled with pink bubbles of love.
Yu Weiwei curled his lips, but kindly reminded her: [Please take good measures]
Qiao Qian was not averse to meat and vegetables and would talk to her about everything.
Yu Weiwei didn't care, he just reminded her out of concern.
At this point, Qiao Qian asked her openly and openly: [How did you and Master Lin prevent pregnancy before? 】
Yu Weiwei held his forehead.
【Wear T-shirt throughout】
Qiao Qian sent a voice message, "Huh? You guys always..."
Yu Weiwei was so ashamed that Qiao Qian still insisted on continuing the conversation.
Fortunately, she was alone in the office.
"I heard that there is a kind of medicine that has no side effects and many people are taking it..."
Yu Weiwei interrupted her, "No matter what kind of medicine, taking too much is still harmful to the body. Qianqian, don't take your body seriously just for the sake of temporary indulgence."
"Know it."
Qiao Qian chuckled and asked her again: "How did you spend Christmas?"
Yu Weiwei thought of the picture Lin Jianshen had just sent.
His Christmas tree is beautifully decorated.
Yu Weiwei forwarded the photo to Qiao Qian.
Qiao Qian immediately sent several emoticons over excitedly, "Wow? Your Christmas tree? When did you get a dog?"
"It's all Lin Jianshen's."
Qiao Qian sent three exclamation points in a row and sighed: "What did I miss?!"
She has been so busy dating recently that she has forgotten to gossip about their progress.
Yu Weiwei returned to Lin Jianshen.
Soon, the man sent a message: [Shall I pick you up from get off work? 】
【Can. 】
Yu Weiwei left the office and when passing by the office area, he noticed that many young girls had carefully put on Christmas makeup.
In the tea room, a few girls were chatting and laughing, discussing where they would go to eat later and which shopping malls had fun Christmas activities.
Yu Weiwei sighed softly.
For the first time, she had a real feeling that she was older.
She used to like to celebrate Christmas very much, put on exaggerated and beautiful Christmas makeup, wear nice clothes, and could play outside until late and come home late.
Later, she became less enthusiastic about Christmas. A high-ranking cadre student like Zhou Yi doesn't usually celebrate Christmas. Yu Weiwei had always spent time with Qiao Qian before.
Now……
She looked at her slightly haggard face in front of the mirror.
It seemed that she hadn't looked in the mirror carefully for a long time and examined her face.
Yu Weiwei got closer and closer, almost touching the mirror.
Tsk, her skin that used to look like a peeled egg is now starting to get fine lines...
"Mr. Yu."
Nan Meng came over to her at some point and looked at her doubtfully: "What are you looking at?"
As soon as she entered the bathroom, she saw the president looking at the mirror with a sad face.
Yu Weiyi tilted his face and looked at Nanmeng, who was one year younger than him and had a baby face.
As the secretary to the president, Nan Meng has a decent job, a good salary, and a stable boyfriend. She has always maintained a good external image.
Every time she goes to work, she dresses up carefully, and there is nothing wrong with her from head to toe.
She is a beautiful, capable and good-natured female secretary. Yu Weiwei likes her very much.
"Nameng, do you feel old to me?"
Nanmeng felt that he had heard a joke and was so shocked that he was speechless.
"Mr. Yu, what aroused you?"
"Look at my face, I'm starting to get wrinkles. It's so ugly."
Nanmeng opened her lips and was speechless.
No matter what, she always felt that their CEO was the kind of flower on the high mountain.
Beautiful, capable, and resolute in doing things.
But since she came to work with her dog in her arms, Nanmeng saw her bright eyes when she lowered her head to pet the dog, like a little girl full of innocence.
Now, the woman who is recognized by everyone in their company as the most beautiful woman asked her, is she not looking good with old age?
Nanmeng felt as if he was struck by lightning.
"Mr. Yu, you are so... so Versailles!"
Nanmeng was about to cry but couldn't cry, "What kind of wrinkles are you talking about..."
Besides, a normal adult wouldn't have a few fine lines on his face, not to mention that she really didn't notice what Yu Weiwei pointed out to her.
"Your face is white and tender, with no lines at all."
"That's because I wore makeup."
There is no way, she is a secretary, and she often goes out with the president to socialize, representing the company's appearance.
She had to spend forty minutes every morning on this face, and if people could still see the obvious wrinkles, her time would be wasted.
"It's you, Mr. Yu, how do you take care of your face?"
It was rare to talk about this topic, so Nanmeng had the courage to ask for advice humbly.
Yu Weiwei thought for a while, "I haven't been to a beauty salon for a long time. The last time I went... was last year."
I still went with Qiao Qian.
Nanmeng covered his heart.
Sure enough, when it comes to beauty, innate genes are more important.
She had seen Yu Weiwei's mother, who was over fifty years old. She was as gentle and beautiful as a woman in her thirties and forties.
After get off work, Yu Weiwei sent away the driver. As soon as he arrived at the parking lot, a small white figure rushed over.
"Ah, little Lu Lu."
"Woof, woof"
Yu Weiwei knelt down and slapped the little guy.
The Rolls-Royce drove over, and Yu Wei held Lu Lu in his arms, opened the door and got into the car.
