"Thanks for the compliment. I looked at my watch and hurriedly walked to the venue, it was about to be time for Jin Junchi to speak, and his speech was still with me.

"Within three days of the failure of the engagement, you will be a 'mysterious man at night', how good can you be!" Sang Xinlan said mockingly.

I clenched the folder in my hand, some people are like that, they don't think about apologizing when they make mistakes. Instead, they desperately look for each other's mistakes. As if the other party is at fault, their mistake does not exist. When I saw the news in the morning, I was thinking that the person who broke this lace news was Qin Yuyang or Sang Xinlan. Now it seems that it is Sang Xinlan undoubtedly - after all, in my impression, Sang Xinlan is not a person who will calm down and read the morning newspaper.

I had already seen the door of the venue, and suddenly it was dark, and a large bag was coming down from my head. Before I could call for help, my mouth was covered with a dead cover. It should have been two people, carrying me briskly. I struggled desperately, dancing my hands and feet. They didn't carry me far before I was thrown to the floor with a thud and the door slammed shut.

As soon as my hands and feet were free, I immediately ripped off the pocket covering my head and removed the towel that was blocked in my mouth. After looking around, I saw the toilet next to it and realized that I was locked in a bathroom cubicle.

I pushed the door of the cubicle hard and found that it was locked. I heard footsteps approaching and immediately called for help: "Open the door...... Save ......"

With a bang, a bucket of cold water poured straight over the compartment, and if I hadn't dodged quickly, the plastic bucket would have hit me on the head. I screamed and was soaked from head to toe. I watched in amazement as water droplets fell from my hair and skirt to the floor, and the same scene flashed through my mind, with the snarky taunts of girls outside the door......

I tried to remember what they were saying, but it felt like a steel nail had been driven into my head, and the sharp pain made me almost unable to stand. I leaned against the door of the cubicle, gasping for air. When my eyes touched the folder that had been dropped on the side, it occurred to me that now I had to rush to the venue. I tried a few times and it was almost impossible to break through this door. I had to take off my high heels and step on the toilet seat, and then carefully climb up the partition. When I jumped off the partition, my feet slipped and I fell straight to the floor.

I stood up, my ankle tingling, but not unbearable. The compartment where I was locked was shut, and the door was firmly secured with wire. I took the folder and my heels out of the gap under the door panel, put them on, and limped to the washstand.

The woman in the mirror was like a chicken in the soup, and the drops of water kept rolling down my hair. I tied my hair up and pulled a tissue to wipe my face. I know I'm embarrassed right now, and thankfully I don't have the habit of wearing makeup, otherwise it would have been worse.

The text of the speech in the folder was already wet, so I took it out and wiped it dry. The manuscript that was previously backed up in the backpack now comes in handy. My foot may have been twisted, and now it hurts worse.

I gritted my teeth and walked into the venue, and Jin Junchi was already speaking. The cameras of various media were pointed at him in unison, and the brilliant light refracted by the huge crystal lamp fell from the top of Jin Junchi's head, outlining his perfect face. On the lectern in front of him lay an open folder, and his voice spread through the microphone through the hall, low and full of majesty, allowing the restless crowd under the podium to slowly quiet down and listen attentively to what he was saying. It is undeniable that Jin Junchi was born a speaker, and it seems that he can attract everyone's attention in any environment, and then make people surrender to him. Like a spiritual leader, he accurately grasps the thoughts of others. Jin Junchi spoke eloquently on the stage, his wording and intonation were impeccable, and I subconsciously compared the content of his speech with the speech in my hand - there was not a single word that could match.

The fifteen-minute speech ended in seconds, and the venue erupted in warm applause, Jin Junchi came down from the stage, glanced at me coldly, and then threw the folder in his hand to me. I subconsciously grabbed the folder and looked at the pages inside—it was actually two blank sheets.

I silently followed behind Jin Junchi, even if he threw such a stinky face at me, I didn't feel any grievances - because of my personal reasons, it was undoubtedly an unforgivable mistake for my boss to give a fifteen-minute speech in front of two blank sheets of paper in front of various media and business elites.

I walked out of the venue after Jin Junchi, who stopped abruptly and turned to look at me. There was no expression on his face, but his gaze was cold enough. I thought he was going to scold me, and a low voice echoed in the quiet hallway: "What's wrong with your feet?"

"Squirmed. "I don't dare to use my left foot now, as long as I exert it, it hurts so much that it will break.

Jin Junchi suddenly scooped me up with his arm, hugged me horizontally, and walked out. Although a large number of reporters were in the venue, there were still many tabloids waiting outside the convention center without passes, and it was very inappropriate for us to appear in the current shape.

Jin Junchi's breath enveloped me, and I struggled with my body: "No need to do this, I can go by myself." ”

"Do you want to be crippled in the future?" Jin Junchi walked out of the convention center with me in his arms, and I could already hear the click of the camera shutter being pressed. Jin Junchi is simply the kind of unscrupulous person, and only I am at a loss at the moment. I lowered my head and tried to hide my face in front of Jin Junchi's chest.

Fortunately, Jin Junchi's driver was very discerning, and soon drove the car over, and Jin Junchi carried me into the car. He put me in the seat and said to the driver, "Go to a nearby hospital." ”

When the car started driving, Jin Junchi took off my high heels, grabbed my foot and pressed it on the swollen ankle: "Does it hurt?"

I gasped, and the pain was unbearable where he had pressed. I bit my lip and nodded in reply.

"What about here?" he said in a tone as strict as he had when he had given his job.

"It's a little better than there just now......"

"It didn't hurt a bone. The temperature of Jin Junchi's palm was slowly rising, and I wanted to retract my foot, but he caught my bare calf, "If you don't want to become lame, don't move! The bone is not broken, but it is still not lightly injured......

I didn't move again, not because I was afraid of becoming lame, but because my ankle was really going to hurt.

I registered at the hospital, and the doctor first asked me to go to the radiology department to take a film. There was a wheelchair in the hospital, but Jin Junchi carried me through the long corridor to the radiology department.