C406 Special Letters

"Alright!" "No problem!" Jia Wanrou jumped up from the sofa, feeling as if she was flying past like a whirlwind.

Ye Jingrui felt that Jia Wanrou was like a whirlwind as she was swept into the bathroom. Ye Jingrui took a deep breath. His charming eyes were now round like a frightened rabbit.

He pointed at Zhu Zhu and said, "If you dare to let Jia Wanrou accompany me to the banquet alone, I will hang a tie on the crystal lamp."

"You can let me go, but I don't want to put on any makeup." Zhu Zhu said, tilting her head and leaning against the side of the sofa. "You look beautiful without makeup." Ye Jingrui was very pious when he said this. It was the sincerity of a person who was bewitched by a beauty.

Five minutes later, Ye Jingrui was sitting on the sofa, flipping through magazines while listening to the sounds coming from the bathroom. That feeling was like a worker working next door or four to five old ladies dancing in the bathroom in the square.

However, Ye Jingrui knew that it was Jia Wanrou who was putting on makeup.

Once, Ye Jingrui saw Jia Wanrou's weird posture of standing upside down while putting on makeup. He thought he saw a cockroach playing on top of the washing machine.

It scared Ye Jingrui so much, "What else do you want to do? "Soft."

"I'm putting on makeup, so I can apply it to the foundation." Jia Wanrou said.

Ye Jingrui turned around and saw Zhu Zhu wearing a one-word dress. Her snow-white skin was paired with a pure white skin. A beautiful necklace hung from her chest, reaching to her collar. This kind of beauty gave people a kind of guidance.

"Aiya, what are you looking at," Zhu Zhu said, covering her chest. "It's not me that's looking at you, it's me that's sitting at this angle, and I can just see your chest. Don't you think that the necklace around your collar is a guide?

Ye Jingrui shrugged his shoulders. The way he did that was better than most people.

Zhu Zhu also shrugged, but her expression seemed to say, "I want to beat you up." It was exactly that kind of meaning.

Not long later, Zhu Zhu felt a whirlwind swirling around her. She felt as if a subway was approaching and Jia Wanrou appeared in front of Ye Jingrui and Zhu Zhu.

Ye Jingrui's pupils trembled. He looked at Jia Wanrou and said seriously, "You're very beautiful!"

"Aiya, where are you looking?" Jia Wanrou adjusted the position of her chest. "This is the result of spending so much effort on it."

Zhu Zhu looked at Jia Wanrou's collar, which was almost forced out of her neck, and felt like she was going to lose her breath.

Just when Zhu Zhu, Ye Jingrui, and the lively Jia Wanrou were ready to leave, the doorbell rang.

Zhu Zhu went to open the door and received a letter. When she saw the Chi's Insignia on it, Zhu Zhu's eyes widened in disbelief. Her small hands trembled as she read the invitation, and when she saw the signature of the director in charge of the design department, she found it even more unbelievable.

When Ye Jingrui saw Zhu Zhu's expression, he immediately asked her what was wrong. Zhu Zhu picked up the letter and dialed the number on the phone.

After Zhu Zhu gave a brief introduction of her name and the surprise of receiving the letter, the elegant and pleasant voice of the opposite party rang out, "Hello, Miss Zhu. I'm the director of the design department. My name is Deng Ping. Your position was changed from the original assistant gallery to the executive editor of the art cover of the magazine's design department."

Zhu Zhu listened attentively, and the voice on the other end of the phone continued, "This signing was recommended by the financial department's director, Ye Yuni. Zhu Zhu listened seriously, and the voice on the other end of the phone continued," This signing was recommended by the finance department's director, Ye Yuni.

Zhu Zhu's heart was repeatedly crushed by a ball of paper. Her boundless guilt was replaced with her repeated thanks.

Zhu Zhu's eyes flashed with an extremely complicated light.

The setting sun illuminated the office, turning the office into a giant silhouette. Ou Ney, Ye Yuni, Deng Yujin, and Ann Qianxi sat in the other part of the shadow cast by the setting sun, and didn't say a word to each other.

The air was very quiet, and the tiny whirring of the incandescent lamp overhead was magnified like a small swarm of bees circling overhead.

Ann Qianxi thought as she sat there that this place would soon become Du Lingwei's office. Here was her desk, the carpet with her footprints on the floor, and Du Lingwei's breathing in the air.

A few years ago, when Ann Qianxi and Ye Yuni first met Du Lingwei, they had directly and straightforwardly ignored her. Furthermore, they were not afraid of the heavens or the earth, the reason why Ann Qianxi did not care about Du Lingwei was because she was ignorant.

In the meeting this afternoon, Du Lingwei obviously humiliated Ann Qianxi. "You don't need to attend the meeting as a little assistant at this level." Such a simple sentence was enough to beat Ann Qianxi to the bottom with no effort at all.

Ou Ney sat under the air conditioner. He was about to be blown into an ice cube, while Ye Yuni's expression remained as calm as it was during the meeting.

"Ye Yuni, let's go." Deng Yujin opened his mouth and said softly. His eyes looked like they were made of fragile goods under the bright white light.

"Go and tell Millet first, I want to see what's the next schedule for tonight." Ye Yuni still maintained her estrangement from others during the meeting. At this moment, she had yet to return her role to her girlfriend, or perhaps, she did not want to return it at all.

Deng Yujin looked at Ye Yuni in silence. He stood up and walked out silently.

Only Ann Qianxi, Ou Ney, Ou Ney's assistant and Ye Yuni were left in the meeting room.

In the silence, Ann Qianxi seemed to hear their long and short sighs. Ye Yuni's lips moved slightly. "Ann Qianxi, what did you mean just now?" Ye Yuni's voice was filled with soft cotton wool.

Many a time after that, when Ann Qianxi recalled the expression on Ye Yuni's face, she had a complicated feeling. Ye Yuni lowered her eyes in the shadows, her eyelashes softly falling down.

But when Ann Qianxi saw the expression on Ye Yuni's face, she had thought that Ye Yuni would be upset. Why would Ye Yuni cry? How could she be excited? These were human emotions. Would it hurt her to be able to turn over a will at her father's funeral?

Ann Qianxi's heart was filled with dark matter, which surged through her brain, bringing with it a hysterical pleasure, like the pain and joy of lacerating a wound — it was wonderful. If Zhu Zhu's text message came at this time, Ann Qianxi would lose her mind and say, "Because people at the bottom of the pyramid like me cannot understand you people at the top of the pyramid."