Since then, I will not pay in vain

"Sister Xinyao, I'm really sorry for you." Zhou Ting said with a full face of grievance: "In the past, you were the wife of President Hua Mingmei, and I never saw you being so arrogant. Now that Wang Jiayu is just a fiancee, who didn't even enter the door. , but look at her posture, she is even more airy than the real wife. In my opinion, Mr. Hua may not marry her, but she regards herself as the omnipotent Mrs. Hua, which is simply disgusting downright."

When Zhou Ting said this, his teeth itched with hatred, and he almost went up to drive Wang Jiayu away.

Jiang Xinyao glanced coldly at the self-righteous Wang Jiayu who was directing blindly, and frowned.

Today, she, Zhou Ting, and Fang Weiting spent an afternoon setting up the meeting room, but she disagreed when she came here, and now they have to convert them all into the island style according to her request. This island style is fancy and beautiful, but it is not suitable at all. And it's only suitable for group discussions, which doesn't match the scene of the rehearsal.

But there is no way, who made her the woman Mr. Hua loves!

They can only watch her do whatever she wants.

"Forget it, let her do it, we don't need us to move the table anyway, we just need to watch the excitement, let Mr. Hua clean up the mess." Jiang Xinyao dragged Zhou Ting to the small conference room next door and sat down , "You should have some dinner to fill your stomach first. Judging from this situation, the rehearsal will be very late. It's not good for your health. She likes to make troubles. Just let her be happy. You can't be angry and ruin your body."

"That's right, but I'm already full of gas, how can I eat it?" Zhou Ting sat on the chair angrily, his face full of anger
Jiang Xinyao comforted her and brought her a glass of soda.

After drinking the soda, Zhou Ting's mood became much brighter.

Half an hour later, just as Jiang Xinyao walked into the conference hall, Hua Zijiao walked in grandly accompanied by a group of subordinates.

He was a natural darling of the spotlight and radiated as soon as he walked in.

Jiang Xinyao's eyes immediately fell on him.

He came to check the work, after all the rehearsal was about to start at 08:30.

As the behind-the-scenes organizer, he still attaches great importance to such occasions.

"What's going on? Why isn't the venue ready yet?" After he walked in and looked around the venue, his face darkened, and he couldn't help frowning.

Because of changing the venue, Wang Jiayu was not good at it, and Jiang Xinyao and Zhou Ting went on strike passively. When Hua Zijiao came in, the venue had just been changed. In particular, the decorations in the guest seats were all messed up, and even the porcelain cups with cup holders were not placed properly, which looked very messy.

Hua Zijiao's face became darker and darker, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who is in charge of the venue?"

Shu Yuze had no choice but to say, "Mr. Hua, it was originally arranged, but then Miss Wang..."

But before he finished speaking, Wang Jiayu, who was busy on the stage, heard Hua Zijiao's voice, and immediately ran over, and said coquettishly: "Jiao, the person in charge of this conference room is too low-level, such a senior The meeting was so substandard that I couldn't see it, so I had to readjust and delay for some time."

Hua Zijiao looked at her suspiciously: "Why are you here?"

"Jiao, isn't there a rehearsal tonight? I want to come and see it too. I've made a comment. Didn't I send you a message this afternoon?" Wang Jiayu looked at him affectionately with big eyes.

It was only then that Hua Zijiao remembered that he seemed to have received a WeChat message from her this afternoon, but he was too busy at the time and ignored her.