Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

The corner of Ji Mingyou's mouth curled up into a faint smile, and he put his hands on her little hand, interlocking his fingers, his voice was low and deep, "Is this realistic enough?"

"I don't want to do this, just pretend to be stupid." Lin Weiwei snorted, pulled out his hands, and folded his chest with puffy hands, so tired that he only had the strength to breathe.

At this time, a rare customer walked into the store. Tang Yun was wearing a white shirt, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, which hit people's hearts directly.

Seeing that both of them were there, he walked over quickly, handed over the gift box in his hand, and congratulated gently: "Congratulations on your reopening, business is good, and it seems to be very hard."

Lin Weiwei sat up like a tightened spring, straightened his hair, and took it with a smile: "You are too polite, you are not tired at all."

Tang Yun's every move was extremely elegant, and he prepared a small gift by the way, which made Lin Weiwei stand up excitedly, as if fully charged.

Ji Mingyou's eyes sank, he glanced resentfully, and called Tang Yun to walk aside, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said in a deep voice, "You must not be here just to open the store, is there an accident in the company?"

"It's not the company this time, it's rumors from outside." Tang Yun's expression became serious, and he told all the things in the past few days, "The annual party is coming soon, but the invitation letter revealed intentionally or unintentionally that season We will always be there in person, and there will be more people than in previous years.”

"As a result, many partners and elites will come, which is forcing you to show up."

People are full of curiosity about the unknown, and the mysterious ruler of the Ji family just caught their appetite.

The invitation caused an uproar as soon as it was issued, and it was too late for him to stop it.

"Sun Peixing is courageous, so there's no need to hide it. It looks like it's a grand banquet. Did you bring an invitation?" Ji Mingyou pondered for a moment, then turned his head calmly, as if people were expecting Mr. Ji to be different from him.

Tang Yun shook his head. The situation was too urgent and he forgot it. He made a mistake. He clicked on a photo posted by the CEO of a company and handed it over: "The words highlighted above are the implied words. Sun Peixing has always been in charge of the party."

"I won't be manipulated by others. Of course, Sun Peixing is responsible for what Sun Peixing wrote in the invitation letter, and he will leave a way for himself." Ji Mingyou glanced at the sentence that didn't convey the meaning, and snorted contemptuously, " If someone asks, just deny it."

The bad water in the old fox's belly is more than this, he is testing.

"Okay, I'll reply right away." Tang Yun walked out and dealt with it directly at a table.

"I was so busy just now. A fan came all the way to see you, but he couldn't find anyone. Hurry up and follow me to see the guest." Lin Weiwei was so busy that he saw Ji Mingyou's eyes lit up, and stepped forward to grab him Wrist, put on shoulder and pull towards dining area.

Ji Mingyou let her drag him along, and followed behind with small steps, with a smile in his eyes, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "I'm like a commodity that can be displayed, do you want me to accompany them all morning?"

"Of course it's impossible. You still have to make cakes and do all kinds of busy work. It's impossible for me to spare you." Lin Weiwei glanced at it viciously, and pulled it hard. The blue blood vessels could be seen on his fair arm. The brain twitched and bit down.

"Relax!"

Seeing the two of them fighting, Tang Yun walked out of the dessert shop slowly, with a surprised expression on his face, and smiled lightly: "It seems that Miss Zhang always treats Ji differently."

He looked at the decoration of the store, which also gave the dessert shop an extra meaning.

Walking into a high-end apartment, there was no place to step down, and the unpacked luggage was scattered all over the floor.

"It's too messy. You can find a part-time worker to clean it up. I'm worried about stepping on your dirty clothes." Zhang Yumeng held her bag, lowered her head, and avoided all kinds of luxury brands of clothes, feeling a little disgusted. go.

Knowing that she was coming, she still didn't tidy up. This woman hasn't changed a bit after studying abroad for a while.

"Don't talk about it, I just fled back to China secretly. I want to avoid my father and deal with various affairs. What is this trivial matter?" Pei Huaixiang, who was wearing pajamas, came out very sloppy, rubbed her messy hair, and couldn't wait Talk about your experience.

Zhang Yumeng was taken aback for a moment, knowing her eldest lady's temper, she opened her arms in surprise, and asked curiously: "Did you escape back to China? Did you not adapt or something, there must be a reason."

Speaking of the reason, Pei Huaixiang walked to the sofa, threw all the clothes down, and a bright smile appeared on his face: "I went back to China because of a major event in my life. By chance, I met Ji, who had never appeared before. In short, this is fate, I was moved at that time."

She clutched her chest, her eyes glowed like pink bubbles: "After going abroad, I thought about it day and night, and ran back on impulse. You have to hide it for me."

"The Ji you're talking about always belongs to the Ji family?" Zhang Yumeng opened her eyes in disbelief, and immediately moved to her side, "Then what do you want to do?"

Pei Huaixiang glanced at him, took out an invitation letter from his bag, and kept showing it: "Who else can there be except Mr. Ji from the Ji family? I got an invitation letter from an old friend, and I heard that he Go back too."

"As soon as I returned to China, Mr. Ji was going to attend the party. It's fate. I'm afraid it's not Yuelao who is connecting the two of us." She was already like a woman in deep love, and began to mutter to herself.

On the side, Zhang Yumeng looked at the bronzing invitation letter and wanted to attend this kind of party too. She had a small calculation in her heart and said softly: "I also think you are destined, and you are the only one who met Mr. Ji. But , can you ask me for an invitation letter, you can't leave me as a sister."

"There are quite a few business leaders at the banquet. If you have the ability, you can get one yourself." Pei Huaixiang shook his head. It would be embarrassing enough to get one without relying on his father, and the dead duck stubbornly refused.

"I also want to match you up, so that's fine." Zhang Yumeng's face changed, knowing that there was still a class gap between the two, she smiled politely and left.

Looking at the apartment with an elegant environment, she let out a pooh, and said mockingly with a black face: "I just met, what's there to be proud of? If you don't give it, you won't give it. It's a question whether Mr. Ji recognizes you or not."

"Who made this plan? Redo it for me. If there are any problems, just leave." There was another growl in the office, and the little secretary ran out with the documents in a panic: "I don't know Xu I always encounter something, and recently it ignites at one o'clock, which is scary."

She raised her head and hurriedly said hello: "Hello, Miss Mengmeng."

After inquiring about the situation, Zhang Yumeng waved her hand, pushed the door open and entered, before she could get any closer, she dropped a folder at her feet.

Then came an angry shout: "I told you not to bother me!"

"I can't either?"

Hearing the sound, Xu Xiangnan raised his head, all the anger on his face disappeared, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, and he pondered for a while and said: "Why are you here? Recently, the employees are too negative, and the quality is getting worse every time."