There are still more than two hours before the start of the annual meeting.

Quiet in the room freshening up, makeup.

Ruan Qing also came to the resort in the name of cooperating with Yisen and was arranged a room. As soon as I put down my luggage, I came to Quiet and discussed the next thing.

On the quiet bed lay a skirt that she wore to the annual meeting tonight.

Ruan Qing pointed to the small dress on the bed, dumbfounded. "My God, if Wang Anchor sees you wearing this, I guess I'll have to pass out again when I wake up. ”

Quiet took a large makeup brush and brushed the powder on her face. "So I have to wear it while he's passing out!"

Looking quietly in the mirror, Ruan Qing, who was standing behind her, sighed.

"Look at you, I laugh at myself in my bitterness, and you still sigh. I brought the rhythm into the frustration at once. ”

"I feel sorry for you. Ruan Qing picked up the small dress on the bed and walked to the full-length mirror to gesticulate.

"You feel sorry for me, and you try on my clothes?

Quietly open a large blush palette. "Come here and pick a color for me. ”

Ruan Qingli changed into a quiet little dress, twisted his waist and walked over. "Jing, this dress is a little small, and it's a bit strangle. ”

Ruan Qing looked at his waist and felt a little fat.

Quiet pinched her waist. "You're really fat, happy fat!"

Quietly looked back at the mirror again, Ruan Qing is happy and fat, what about her?

"Take off your clothes, don't break me, you brought such a dress. ”

Ruan Qing returned to the mirror and took a few more rounds, even if she looked at the flesh on her waist, she didn't believe that she was fat.

Changing out of the small dress, Ruan Qing still spread the clothes on the bed in a regular manner. "Let's paint a reddish color, it looks good. ”

"Contrast!" Quiet picked a peach.

After wiping it, it was stopped by Ruan Qing. "It's too light, it's not riotous enough!"

Quiet gestured to the bed. "It's all like that, what am I still angry about?"

"That's right, in the face of Wu Junke, even if you are wrapped in a big red jacket, he can't resist. ”

Quietly shook his head and sighed. "Is everyone arranged?"

Speaking of getting back to business, Ruan Qing became serious. "Well, it's all arranged, and the venue is all arranged. Our people are already in place, and Sister Lan will be there to pick us up when the time comes. ”

Quietly changed the brush to a smaller one, slowly stretched out the smiling muscles on the peachy blush, and gently swept it a few times.

Sitting quietly under the makeup chair with wheels, Ruan Qing turned Quiet and faced her. "Are you in danger?"

The silence turned back again, and she didn't know the bottom of her heart. "Danger exists every second, and if you take a taxi home from work and meet a murderer, don't you go to work?

"That's true, but ......"

"Don't be, it's almost time, let's go. ”

Quietly change into a gown, put on a trench coat, put on heels and grab a handbag. "Ruan Qing, you take this bag of things, give it to me when you want to use it later. ”

"Oh. ”

……

There are five minutes left for the annual meeting to officially open. On the sides of the stage on both sides stood the people of the Wu family, and other shareholders, who needed to come to the stage under the introduction of the master of ceremonies later.

Wu Junke looked around, watching the time approach, but he didn't see a quiet appearance for a long time.

"It's about to start, what about Xiao An?" Qiao Fangyin also found a quiet figure in the crowd.

Wu Junke held his mobile phone and called Quiet, but no one answered. He beckoned to Zhao Feng.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Zhao Feng walked over in a black suit.

Wu Junke covered his mouth with his hand. "Looking for silence, it's almost time to start. You take two more people with you. ”

Wu Junke saw Yan Zihui standing on the opposite side of the stage in a white dress.

Zhao Feng nodded and left quietly.

The spotlight was on, and the host invited to the annual meeting took the stage.

Under the introduction of the host, Wu Xinrong took Wu Dequan's arm and walked onto the stage.

The father and daughter on the stage were filial piety, Wu Junke in the audience didn't listen to half a word in his heart, and he hated that the applause from the audience was too loud, and he couldn't hear what Zhao Feng was saying on the phone.

"What did you say, did anyone find it?"

Zhao Feng kept trotting and talking back. "No, but the security guard saw Jing Jing walking out of the room with Ruan Qing. ”

Wu Junke knew that Ruan Qing was also here, and the stars in today's hot scene were all cooperating with Guanfeng, and they all sold Ruan Qing's personal friendship.

Wu Junke looked at the audience, she and Lao Zhou were sitting together, but there was no quiet around them!

He stepped out and was about to go to Ruan Qing to ask, but the host called his name.

Wu Junke's eyes were nostalgic for the audience, and he went on stage with some concern.

The text of his speech today was written by himself, and although the paper was placed on the podium, he did not even look at it.

The audience was applauded from time to time, he was too focused on appearing quietly, every time the applause rang out, he was also very inexplicable, what a shot!

With another round of applause, he finished his speech. walked off the stage and asked Qiao Fangyin anxiously. "Where's the quiet?

Qiao Fangyin shook her head. "No, I still want to ask you, it's only been a few minutes from her room to the auditorium by golf cart. It's going to be fine, right?"

Qiao Fangyin subconsciously looked at Yan Zihui.

Wu Junke only had to call Zhao Feng desperately, but no one answered Zhao Feng's phone.

Next, I would like to invite Mr. Wu Junke, chairman of Yisen, Mr. Wu Dequan, Ms. Jingjing, Ms. Yan Zihui, and Mr. Wu Dezhi to ....... ”

The host announced their names one by one and began to invite them to the stage together.

Wu Junke didn't hang up the phone until he walked up the last step of the stage.

Wu Dequan took Qiao Fangyin's hand and followed closely.

Silence did not appear, and Yan Zihui lined up behind Wu Dequan and his wife.

Before Yan Zihui could take the first step, Wu Junke's mobile phone rang, and the ringtone of his mobile phone on the stage was expanded to the entire banquet hall.

The quiet phone, Wu Junke couldn't care about so many suitables, and immediately answered it. "Where are you?"

"Wu Junke, you owe me a lot of attention, and now you turn on the hands-free!"

Wu Junke's fingers won the brain, and before he could react, he turned on the hands-free. The worst thing is that Wu Junke has a microphone in his other hand.

On the phone, there was another quiet voice. "Get down and pick me up. ”

Everyone heard, and the door to the ballroom was opened.

Wu Junke stepped off the stage, and he hurried to the door of the banquet hall, taking everyone's eyes away along the way.

Jing Jing came from outside the door and Zhao Feng, she took off her windbreaker and threw it to Zhao Feng.

Beneath the red heels was her queenly confidence. The full-body long skirt of the same color, the exposed collarbone seems to be flirting like a love story. Not to be outdone, the waistline and hip shape are competing to put on the best posture.

Wu Junke went from running to walking, and then stood in place, stopping and staring at the quiet.

The skirt hangs down to the feet, and the back skirt grows out and drags on the ground. The red of the dress, so red that it is delicate, just like the morning mist has just dissipated, the first sun is sprinkled, and the thorny red rose, even if the thorns are pierced in your hands, you want to take her off, get close and smell her fragrance.

The shutter sounded in her quiet ears, and she was about to walk in front of Wu Junke......

Wu Junke stretched out his hand to greet her.

Yan Zihui was on the side of the stage, separated by a not very short distance, although she didn't see it most clearly, but it was enough to make her scream wildly.

Yan Zihui wanted to hurry up to the stage.

"Wait, quiet ahead of you, she hasn't come on stage yet, what are you anxious about?" Wu Dequan was not angry but threatening, and looked at Yan Zihui contemptuously. I want to talk about "The Power of the Bond" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~