The queen's wife is too sultry

When Ye Zhen returned to the villa, she felt that something was getting worse the more she thought about it.

How old is Guo Lu, how could he have that kind of unknown medicine in his hand?
Aunt Zhang brought the prepared dinner to the table, completely complying with Ye Zhen's request, low fat and low calorie is very healthy.

Ye Zhen stuffed a mouthful of broccoli absent-mindedly, and glanced at her phone. Guo Lu's last message was to tell her not to worry.

But Luo Xin's strange words, deeds and attitudes during the day always made her worry.

Besides
As soon as she swallowed the broccoli, a flash of light flashed in her mind, and a bold idea came into being.

Guo Lu's surname is Guo.

Guo Mingqiao is also surnamed Guo
The characters in "Lonely Brave" are disabled again.
Could it be that.
She put down her chopsticks, turned on her phone and searched for Guo Mingqiao's personal information.

Leaving out all kinds of official introductions and award-winning experience, I found a few small words in the column of personal life: I have a daughter.

No date of birth, no photo, not even a name.

It seems that Guo Mingqiao has protected this daughter's privacy very well.

Ye Zhen squinted her eyes and connected all the clues together, feeling more and more that it couldn't be a coincidence.

If Guo Lu was really Guo Mingqiao's daughter, wouldn't he know about Luo Xin's abnormality and the unknown drug in Guo Lu's hands?
After thinking for a moment, she called Jiang Jingting.

A few seconds after the call was made, it was connected, and the man's deep and pleasant voice came, accompanied by a burst of footsteps: "Wait a moment."

Ye Zhen's breathing was stagnant, and then she reacted.

Jiang Jingting should be in a meeting.

"Hello, Zhenzhen?"

Ye Zhen pursed her lips, her tone a little annoyed: "Are you busy? Did I bother you?"

Jiang Jingting chuckled lightly, without any impatience: "I'm discussing cooperation with a client, what's the matter?"

It seems that every time I call him, he can pick up the phone immediately, without blame or anger.

It's always the "what's up".

"Do you remember the painting that John was bought last time?"

"Remember, why?"

"Can you find out who bought that painting?"

Jiang Jingting paused, "I checked it before, and his name is—"

Ye Zhen was delighted: "What is it?"

"I forgot." There was a slight smile in the lazy voice.

Ye Zhen twitched the corners of her mouth, speechless by his childish lies.

With Jiang Jingting's memory, how could he forget a person's name.

He was clearly playing with himself.

Ye Zhen said helplessly: "Jing Ting, tell me quickly"

Her rising ending sounded a bit coquettish, reaching Jiang Jingting's ears like a kitten scratching his heart, and his eyes softened instantly.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. The person who bought that painting is Guo Mingqiao, a director."

Ye Zhen's heart tightened, as expected.

The previous speculation was finally confirmed, and Guo Lu was indeed Guo Mingqiao's daughter.

"I see, you go and accompany the client."

Before Jiang Jingting could ask her what happened, Ye Zhen hung up the phone.

He reluctantly put away his phone and returned to the conference room.

As soon as he entered the door, the Englishman Martin asked him in broken Mandarin: "Jiang, who was that just now?"

Not only him, but everyone else at the negotiating table looked at him with interest.

The moment Jiang Jingting picked up the phone just now, there was no trace of coldness and force during the negotiation. Everyone was curious about who was on the other end of the phone, and could make the always calm and self-sustaining president treat him so softly.

Jiang Jingting's eyes were indifferent, he ignored Martin's curiosity at all, and continued the negotiation just now with a fluent London accent.

Only Secretary Li continued to take minutes of the meeting without any surprises. He pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and his bright black eyes showed the pride of knowing everything.

Ever since he was with Ms. Ye Zhen, it has become Jiang Jingting's routine to check his mobile phone or reply to messages in meetings. When the always cold and domineering boss becomes a little more pleasant, it must have something to do with Ms. Ye Zhen.

Thinking of this, Secretary Li felt as if he had mastered the wealth code.

Since the CEO likes Ms. Ye so much, if he and Ms. Ye get along well, wouldn't it be a salary increase?
After the negotiation was over, Secretary Li followed behind Jiang Jingting. Thinking of his wealth code, he was overjoyed and even walked a lot more briskly.

Suddenly, the man stopped in front of him, and Secretary Li slammed on the brakes, almost hitting the boss's back.

Jiang Jingting looked at him with lukewarm eyes: "What day is it today?"

What's the date?

Secretary Li was stunned for a second and then immediately replied: "President, December NO.20."

"NO.20." Jiang Jingting repeated in a low voice.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor of the building and looked up at London outside the window.

The heavy snow fluttered and fluttered one after another.

Hundred-foot-high buildings stand in the snow all over the sky, and the sharp edges and corners are gradually softened by the snow.

His deep and arrogant eyes also calmed down.

Looking further down, the streets with people coming and going are faintly dotted with dense red and green. If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that they are all kinds of Christmas trees.

In the UK in December, the atmosphere of Christmas is everywhere.

And it was on Christmas Eve four years ago that Ye Zhen fled back to China after having a good time with him.

The snow that night fell was thicker than any other year.

"President?"

Seeing the boss looking out of the window motionlessly, Secretary Li was a little confused.

There is still a financial summit to attend in the afternoon, and it will be too late if we don’t start.

Jiang Jingting turned around and walked towards the office with a cold and indifferent profile: "What's the schedule on the 24th?"

"The financial technology development summit forum jointly organized by major European groups requires you to participate in person, and you are also required to chair the group's board of directors at the end of the year."

"understood."

Secretary Li keenly noticed that Jiang Jingting's aura seemed to have changed, but he couldn't think of the reason.

Ye Zhen in the villa was nestling under the quilt, frowning slightly.

She still finds it incredible that Guo Mingqiao is Guo Lu's father.

All this is too coincidental.

She sent a message to Guo Lu, asking if she needed her help, but Guo Lu hasn't replied to her yet.

She hesitated for a moment, and just when she was about to call Guo Lu, she received a Weibo hot search push.

Wei Nuo will hold a new winter fashion show in London on Christmas day#
Vino is an internationally renowned luxury brand with a wide range of products, including bags, watches, high-end clothing and so on.

And every Christmas winter new product launch will become a topic and hot topic in the fashion industry.

But artists are not allowed to go to the show in their personal capacity unless they are invited by Wei Nuo.

In other words, those who can participate in the Wei Nuo fashion show are all social elites.

Ye Zhen narrowed her eyes slightly, and a glint of light flashed across her.

Of course she hadn't forgotten what Christmas was like.

In addition to its own meaning, it is also related to the most important person in Ye Zhen's life.

That is Jiang Jingting.

But Wei Nuo has not invited Chinese artists to go to the show for a long time, and only a few domestic artists who have endorsed Wei Nuo can go to participate as spokespersons.

After hesitating again and again, Ye Zhen pulled out a number and dialed it.

"Hey?"

The other side seemed a little surprised by her call.

"Weinuo winter new product launch conference this Christmas, can you help me get the qualification to enter?"

The other party was silent for a moment, then smiled heartily: "No problem, but I have conditions."

Ye Zhen's eyes froze, "What conditions?"

"Well, I'll tell you on Christmas Day, don't worry, it's definitely within your acceptable range."

Ye Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."