Half a month passed in a flash, and it was the day of the Song's Design Conference. The male god is really powerful, and he really got an invitation for Wen Qingshui. The only regret is that the invitation letter is written in Wen Qingshui's name. Wen Qingshui couldn't send the invitation letter directly to Gao Yi. You can only go with Gaoyi to participate.

packed up early, and Wen Qingshui went out. Gao Yi was already waiting in the hallway. But as soon as he saw Wen Qingshui, his eyes widened.

"What's wrong?"

"You're wearing this to a design conference?"

"No, it's not appropriate? It's my most formal outfit. ”

Indeed, Wen Qingshui did not panic at all. Wen Qingshui usually wears sportswear, but today she wore a pair of casual black pants, a casual shirt, and a windbreaker jacket. It's not a formal attire, but it's fine!

"Hmm, it's a lot more formal than your usual tracksuits. But it doesn't seem to fit well. ”

"Is this not good?

"Actually, I haven't participated in it either!"

Maybe Gao Yi was just to comfort her, Wen Qingshui didn't feel Gao Yi relaxed at all, but he was worried. Perhaps he was worried about the matter itself. Wen Qingshui didn't care too much. But I'm still a little apprehensive.

Although Wen Qingshui got this invitation, she couldn't get in because her clothes were unqualified. She really felt a little sorry for Gao Yi. After all, she gave him hope. He's been excited about it for days, too.

"Then let's hurry up, if it doesn't work, there is a mall next to it, I'll buy one then." ”

Wen Qingshui thought of a countermeasure, and his heart settled down. For a bit faster, the metro was chosen. The subway was overcrowded, and when the two of them rushed to the hall on the first floor of the Song family, they were really stopped.

"I'm sorry Miss, although you have an invitation, but the company has a rule that you must wear formal attire when entering and exiting the building. ”

The security guard said solemnly, completely in a businesslike tone.

"You wait, I'll be back right away, you take the invitation. ”

After speaking, Wen Qingshui ran away again.

Her face flushed as she walked, and then she ran out again, and was watched by the two men in the lounge next to the handrail of the staircase on the second floor.

Both of them are very tall and handsome, and one is the male god of the library whom Wen Qingshui knows.

At this moment, the male god is wearing a well-fitting straight suit, and the whole person is thick-eyed and handsome.

The man next to the male god is not bad either. An orthodox suit is unbuttoned, and it just wears a coquettish feeling. The whole person looks steady, more lively and cynical. Fair skin, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, a proper playboy. Especially his red lips and white teeth, a bit like Meng Lang who had just kissed.

"This is the person you asked me to invite in? The man is fine, and he is dressed appropriately. This woman really can't be complimented! Although she looks pretty good, but she is dressed like this to participate in our Song's design ceremony?

"It's been a good day for her, you don't see her usually. ”

"Oh, what does it look like in normal times? I don't see it! Song Xijun, your 10,000-year-old iron tree, just bloomed such a flower?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I just know her. I don't need women!"

"Oh, it's just that I know, I just know you and give people invitations? I know more people, why don't I give it to others? How do I know you?"

Song Xijun narrowed his eyes, and his whole person exuded a dangerous aura. He looked at the man in front of him who was smiling as if he had found gold—his friend and best friend—Tang Bowen.

Now Tang Bowen is also Song Xijun's right-hand man and the general manager of Song's enterprise. And Song Xijun is the male god of the library in Wen Qingshui's mouth, and he is actually the current head of the Song Group.

It can be said that the Song clan was established by him. In just eight years, it has developed to this extent, which has shocked many big bosses in the business world. It's just that Song Xijun is extremely low-key and hides himself very well. The outside world generally only knows Tang Bowen, but they don't know Song Xijun. It's not even certain whether this president of the Song family is male or female.

"Tang Bowen, the eighth woman is prone to mouth sores!"

"And say that I? Is it clear that you have been abnormal lately? By the way, what's the matter with that man? What does it have to do with your iron flower?"

Tang Bowen is talking about a man who looks very elegant standing in the hall on the first floor facing the floor-to-ceiling window. He originally wanted to go with Wen Qingshui, but Wen Qingshui ran too fast, so he stayed. At the moment, he stood quietly, but he couldn't see any joy or sorrow. He should be Wen Qingshui's friend and neighbor who is engaged in design. Maybe it's my new boyfriend!

Song Xijun looked at this man, and inexplicably felt that he was extremely disliked by his oily face.

Seeing that he was dressed like a human dog, he didn't remind her, obviously too scheming. ”

"Ah——, it's sour!"

Song Xijun glared at him with a knife. Tang Bowen immediately smiled and raised his hands.

"Okay, good, good, you are just ordinary friends, you just met!" Tang Bowen deliberately said every word very seriously.

"Hey, it's back! speed!" Tang Bowen glanced at the high-end watch on his wrist. "It's been less than half an hour. And she wore makeup? Yes, she looked more ladylike! Her hair was a little undescriptive! Ah, her shoes must not have fit. ”

Wen Qingshui walked too quickly, and he was still out of breath after coming in. I accidentally twisted my foot just now, and at this moment I was cautiously shaking my foot and neck thinking that no one had noticed. But this small action was clearly seen by the two people upstairs.

Song Xijun couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Tang Bowen looked at the woman downstairs, turned his head and glanced at Song Xijun again, with a look of understanding. But this time, for the first time, he didn't say anything.

"Are you saying that this card is one for each person, and you can set your own password? Every door you pass through needs to swipe the card and enter the password? Your Song's security is really, it's so weird!"

Although Wen Qingshui muttered, his voice still came clearly to the room on the second floor. It completely exposed her surprise psychology. Tang Bowen's surprise this time is also obvious.

"I said the room was never idle! Turns out you installed this. Song Xijun, do you say you have eavesdropping? What's so nice about the sound of the hall? You're connected to this room! Is that what you installed the megaphone for in the first place?"

"Miss, your password is too simple. Please set a password with at least 12 digits of numbers and letters. The security guard's voice came clearly.

"Why? I can't remember the password that's too complicated!" This was the first time Song Xijun had heard Wen Qingshui's anxious voice. "Let me ask first, are there many doors in there that require a password?"

Listening to her voice, Wen Qingshui seemed to be scared. In fact, it looked like her face was white. But she usually doesn't wear makeup, maybe it's because of today's makeup. How many modern people are afraid of passwords?

"Qingshui, we're going to be late!"

Gao Yi on the side finally couldn't help but open his mouth. But his intimate title made Song Xijun even more dislike him.

"Oh! right away!"

Wen Qingshui said as if he was facing a great enemy.

Please confirm and enter it again. ”

The sound of the machine came, and she finally completed the entry of the password door card with trepidation under the gaze of everyone, entered the hall on the first floor with Gao Yi, and walked to the left stairs according to the guidance of the staff.

Yes, she gave Song Xijun and Tang Bowen the impression that she was trembling, and at the same time, she successfully aroused the ideas of the two people.

"Why is she so emotional. She's the one who came out of nowhere, and hasn't seen a little bit of the world?"

Tang Bowen looked at Song Xijun's expression as he spoke, in fact, he was a temptation. Sure enough, he saw Song Xijun frowning and glaring at him. Tang Bowen was the first to leave the house with a smile.

The two of them turned around and came to the third floor where the design competition was held, and as soon as they got out of the elevator, they heard Wen Qingshui's irritable voice. The two men stood in the shadows in unison, trying to see what was going on again. Tang Bowen is looking forward to what surprises this woman who has successfully attracted him will bring him next.

"Gao Yi, will you go in first? I'll be fine soon!"

Gao Yi had obviously finished swiping the door card a long time ago, and was already standing in Carmen's room at the moment. Wen Qingshui was still standing outside.

"Qingshui, have you forgotten your password?"

"No, no! You go, it doesn't matter if I can't get in! Don't stay with me, I'll be fine for a while!"