At 10 o'clock in the morning, in the large conference room of "Lumine", most of the light above the head was off, and the large screen in the front was bright, with constantly changing pictures, various data, legends, and so on.

"According to the target customer positioning of 'Alice', combined with the initial research data we have done during this period, it can basically be concluded that the new product will be ...... within 2 weeks after it is officially launched on the market."

Angelia, the marketing director standing in front of the projection, was talking to everyone when she suddenly noticed Diao Ranran, who was not far away, seemed to be ...... Distracted?!

Nervous, she stopped and stood in place, thinking she had said something wrong.

It wasn't until Nora whispered over to inquire that Diao Ranran woke up suddenly, and she had just been in a company-wide supervisor-level meeting, and she was too empty.

She got up slightly awkwardly, said sorry to the crowd, and sat down and asked Angelia to continue.

After the meeting ended, Diao Ranran did not leave immediately, but quietly continued to sit alone in the conference room without the lights on, falling into deep thought.

She knew that the culprit who had kept her unable to concentrate was called Zhan Xingchuan.

Just last night, he completed the two major events of confession and marriage proposal with just one sentence, and she was so shocked that she was possessed like a nightmare, and she couldn't even remember how he was sent home by him in person. All that was left in my head was that sentence, which sounded over and over again in my ears like rolling thunder, and of course, the brilliant meteor shower.

To her surprise, Zhan Xingchuan was actually like a woman, and she was really under the night sky, closing her eyes and making a wish.

This kind of situation of being touched by a man's mind and even affecting his emotions is really rare in Diao Ranran's life.

When she was studying abroad, she was also pursued by many men, including many enthusiastic handsome foreign guys, who frequently launched fierce offensives. And she occasionally goes out on a whim to have a drink with them, but every time she feels bored, she immediately shouts to stop, because she can't find the so-called "heartbeat" feeling.

But in the face of Zhan Xingchuan, she will always have a moment of emotional confusion, such as the silent stairwell last time, or under the starry sky last night.

This man is too dangerous, for women, there is a fatal attraction, and he knows this, and he takes advantage of it.

Diao Ranran sighed, glanced down at the phone on the table, she touched the screen, unlocked the lock, and clicked on the perpetual calendar.

It has been the fiftieth day since she officially became Diao Ranran.

In less than two months, she had grown accustomed to her new identity because she had no choice.

As soon as she walked into the office, Diao Ranran saw a new bouquet of flowers in the vase on her desk, and the person who sent the flowers seemed to be very thoughtful, choosing the blue-purple vetiver iris she had always liked. This is the national flower of France, graceful and graceful, and is often used in perfumes because of its delicate fragrance.

There is also a small card next to the vase, which is supposed to have been sent with the bouquet.

Beautiful things can always make people feel happy, and flowers are even more so, Diao Ranran sniffed the familiar fragrance, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and opened the card with a light smile, wanting to see who sent her favorite.

There was neither her name nor signature on the card, only five small printed prints, broken and passionate.

Seeing clearly in front of him, Diao Ranran's hand trembled slightly.

She knew that this was the second half of the flower language of Iris—the complete original sentence was, "The wandering and broken emotions of fate."

This style of acting is not like Zhan Xingchuan, so who will it be? Diao Ranran quickly closed the card. Those five words were like a spell, and she didn't want to look at them again, but she had to think about them again and again.