When I got off the plane, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

The press conference is scheduled for 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, and Yuan Ziwen and his party need to stay overnight in the hotel. But when I checked in the hotel lobby, the reception lady was embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, one of the three VIP rooms you booked was booked by another guest......"

Mojo said a little unhappily: "How can this be, how does your hotel do things?" ”

The two reception ladies kept apologizing, and when they saw this, they smiled and said, "It's okay, it's better to change rooms." ”

"Actually, tonight's VIP room was booked......"

Yuan Ziwen was a little surprised, seeing that Mo Qiao also had the same expression. This five-star hotel is expensive and lavishly decorated, so who is so generous?

At this moment, the respectful and polite voices of the receptionists came from the door, "Mr. Mo." ”

A group of people stepped through the door of the hotel, and the middle-aged man at the front was dressed smartly and holding a cigar in his mouth. A pair of gloomy eyes are like falcons, with a terrifying fierce light, and there is a rogue aura that cannot be concealed in his gestures. He is the chairman of the Mohs Group, Moulang.

As he passed through the lobby, Mo Lang suddenly turned his head and looked at Yan Mu.

"Isn't this the president of Evangel?" He walked over.

"Hello, Mr. Mo." Yan Shu took the same tone of surprise, as if they were old friends who had been reunited for a long time.

Yuan Ziwen saw Su Lishang standing behind Mo Lang, her long hair loosely pulled up, and a few strands of broken hair fell from her ears, looking charming and delicate. She and Primordial Seed Wen looked at each other, but quickly looked away, since the last time she had a big quarrel with Luo Qianjun, she had no contact with Primordial Seed.

"Mr. Mo seems to have invited a lot of friends tonight." As soon as Yan Mu saw his pompous posture, he knew that the hotel rooms were all booked by him. Moran's style has always been like this, everywhere he goes, he is surrounded by flowers.

Moran exhaled a puff of smoke disappreciatively, "Tomorrow is Clover's new product launch, and I have a hunch that this brand will be an instant hit in China, so I brought my friends to cheer it on." ”

"I didn't expect Mr. Mo to be interested in the fashion industry as well."

"If you don't want to be interested, you can't do it." Morang smiled teasingly, "As soon as I opened the news this morning, it was full of news about your "Evangel", I thought that President Yan would be busy dealing with the public relations crisis in the company, but I didn't expect to have the leisure to come out and walk around." ”

"This happened to you when you first came to Evangel, and I don't know if it's because you're unlucky or if the feng shui there is not good." In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that "Evangel" has long been out of order, don't think that you can come back to life with the support of the American Noah Group. Young man, I advise you to leave early, so as not to get into trouble. Or you can change careers and come to me, and I'll consider giving you an assistant to sit in. ”

The people next to him laughed, and the laughter was unusually harsh.

The light fell on Yan Unfamiliar's side, and he was silent for a moment. It is as if the slow motion of time is extended, frozen frame by frame, in order to express the slowly condensed murderous aura on his face.

He smiled softly, "There is a saying that a hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, and there is also a saying that Taoguang raises obscurity, accumulates thick and thin." Mr. Mo, you don't read much, so you may not be able to understand the meaning of this.

"Until now, Evangel is still in the top three of the top fashion magazines in China, and in the near future, it will become the first place. As long as I'm a stranger, "Evangel" will never collapse. So I'm sorry Mr. Mo, I don't think I will have the opportunity to be your assistant. ”

Mo Lang's face instantly turned gloomy, and his narrowed eyes were shrouded in a fog.

He hated it most than anything about his origins.

Mojo, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it and shouted, "Dad." ”

Mo Lang turned his head to look at her, his expression softened, and he couldn't help but blame, "How long have I been standing here before you see me?" ”

Mo Qiao didn't speak, just glared at Su Lishang coldly.

"Joe, you haven't been home in months, and you don't call! Follow others blindly every day, and you will be about to lose your job, do you know? ”

Moran wanted to continue to insinuate and mock a few words, but was intercepted by an unfamiliar word.

"Mojo is one of the best editors of Evangel and has a busy schedule. Mr. Mo should be glad to have such a capable daughter. ”

He turned his head and smiled at Mo Qiao, and in her eyes it was like the beginning of heavy snow, revealing the power to calm people's hearts.

Mo Lang knew that he was not an unfamiliar opponent in words, so he assumed the posture of an elder and said softly: "Mo Qiao is still young, President Yan will have to carry her more in the future." ”

"Evangel has always cherished talented people."

"That's good." Mo Lang suddenly leaned forward, and brought his face closer to Yan Shu's shoulder.

His voice was faintly audible, but his tone was vicious, "Words are unfamiliar, the matter of you and Shan Ziwei offending me back then is not over, I will watch how you two die!" ”

He looked up with a sneer and patted Yan Shu's shoulder heavily.

The two of them exchanged a few more pleasantries, just like the powerful actors at the Oscars, people who don't know really think that they are partners who have known each other for many years.

When Mo Lang left, he stretched out his arm and hugged Su Lishang into the crook of his arm. His fingers clasped on the woman's fair skin, and Su Lishang leaned her head on his neck, smiling gently.

This scene made the original seeds as warm as pins and needles.

She remembered that when she was in junior high school, the famous school grass wanted to rush over and hug Su Lishang while her classmates were cheering for a basketball game, but she slapped her to the ground.

Afterwards, she said to Yuan Ziwen: "The thought of going on a blind date with an inexplicable man makes me feel uncomfortable. ”

Until the crowd walked away, Yuan Ziwen still looked at Su Lisheng's back in a daze, feeling so strange.

Mojo said, "President, why don't we change to a hotel." ”

The reception lady took it over with a needle, "Mr. Yan, one of these two VIP rooms is a suite, and it can also accommodate two people." ”

Yan Shu nodded, "Moqiao, you and the original seed warm up there." ”

Yuan Ziwen was taken aback, and said a little hesitantly: "I'm afraid of making a noise to ...... Editor-in-Chief Mo."

"Then you live with me, I'm not afraid of quarrels."

Yan Shu naturally walked to the front desk to register, and threw the jaw-dropping original seed Wen in place.

…… The president wants to share a room with her?

Before she could react, she heard Mo Qiao ask, "You and Su Lishang are friends?" ”

"Yes......" Yuan Ziwen turned his head to look at her.

Mo Qiao clenched his arms, his slender neck was white and graceful, and his words were like cold arrows, "It's really like a gathering of things, I despise this kind of woman who only relies on men and doesn't know how to support herself." ”

After saying that, he pulled his suitcase and drove away.

Yuan Ziwen heard that the two things that Mo Lang loved the most were money and women, and after the death of his wife, he became even worse, and there were groups of fans around him. Mojo hated his father's lack of kindness, and after returning from studying abroad, he insisted on working at Evangel despite his objections. For so many years, she has not spent a penny of her family's money, and she does have the backbone to say such things.

But is she misunderstanding something?

When he entered the room, Yuan Ziwen felt a little embarrassed. She put one hand on the door frame, and unconsciously picked at the bright brown wood with her fingers, and she didn't pick out a reason for a long time.

Instead, he walked into the room and looked back at her strangely, "What are you doing?" ”

Yuan Ziwen woke up like a dream, and immediately dragged the suitcase in a few steps and locked the door with his backhand.

The interior and exterior suites are identical in design, but the size is different. Yan asked her gentlemanly which room she wanted to live in, and she pointed to the outside, because it was close to the bathroom.

After taking a bath, Yuan Ziwen wiped his hair with a towel and knocked on the door of the strange room.

"Come in."

Yuan Ziwen opened the door and saw Yan Mu sitting in front of the computer door. He wears only a clean light blue shirt with dark flower textures, and the skin against it is even fairer and more dazzling. His lines are always so neat and handsome, all in one go, with a cold and warm aura all around him at all times.

"President, I'm done taking a shower, do you want to take a shower too?"

The original seed carefully considered the words, but it still sounded a little wrong.

"Thank you." He took the towel handed over by Yuan Ziwen, and his gaze naturally fell on her.

The heat in Yuan Ziwen's body bubbled out from the neckline of the bathrobe, and because of the white skin, the whole person was like a steamed hair cake, wafting with the smell of fragrant shower gel, soft and glutinous.

"It's delicious." Yan said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"I'm going to take a shower." He walked past her calmly, as if the person who had just spoken was not him at all.

Yuan Ziwen was lying on the bed looking at the computer, and the hottest topic on the entire Internet was still "Evangel". Within a day, the whole country knew about this fashion magazine, and if you go to the street and ask anyone, you may be able to comment on this turmoil.

She slipped into Evangel's official forums and browsed through the various topics. Suddenly, a post with a rather eye-catching title came into view.

"Pick up the real words you don't know."

Yuan Ziwen nodded in curiously and looked at a few lines.

A few years ago, he was banned by the American fashion circle for a period of time because he was suspected of drug abuse and drug trafficking, and his private life was even more chaotic......

Malicious slander.

Yuan Ziwen was indignant, and his fingers moved unconsciously before he finished reading it, and wanted to leave a message below to refute. But I quickly realized that doing so would only push this post up and hit the other party's hands.

Now that "Evangel" is embattled and discredited, some people take advantage of this opportunity to stir up trouble and pour dirty water on Yan Wei. She saw some of Evangel's regular readers come out to speak out about the stranger, and some questioned his purpose for returning home.

The domestic fashion circle is far less than that of foreign countries, what is the reason why Yan Stranger is willing to give up his bright future and come to "Evangel" to fight this war with no chance of winning? I'm afraid it's not just Shan Ziwei's friendship card. Yuan Ziwen thought of Moran again, and it was rumored that he had business dealings with several big drug lords in the United States.

Yuan Ziwen suddenly realized that he was not unfamiliar with words at all. It was as if he were a mystery shrouded in brilliance, and behind him stood a dense and deep primeval forest with no end in sight.

Since Gong Minhua launched the attack, Yan Wei has been standing still, not responding or counterattacking. What is he scheming?

Just as I was thinking about it, there was movement in the bathroom. Yuan Ziwen hurriedly closed the computer, so as not to be unfamiliar with Yan to see those short and long.

As soon as she looked up, she was stunned.

Yan Wei only wore a towel around his waist, and his chest as strong as jade was completely exposed to the air. The water slid down the straight back like a sparkling diamond. His figure was more erect and muscular than Yuan Ziwen had imagined, his natural light brown hair hung down on his shoulders, his eyelashes were still stained with moisture, and his eyes looked at her wetly, like a rain-washed sky, clear......

The breath of the original seed suddenly lost its rhyme, like a dandelion blown away by the wind, flying in all directions.

She sat stiffly on the bed, and did not dare to speak.

Yan Wei didn't mind her overly enthusiastic gaze at all, and just said casually, "Give me the bathrobe." ”

Yuan Ziwen hurriedly jumped out of bed, stuffed the bathrobe into him indiscriminately, and subconsciously turned his head away.

She felt that she was really rude, and it was not that she had never seen a man.

Yan Mu put on his bathrobe, walked to the table and poured two glasses of red wine, "Do you want to drink some wine?" ”

He slowly spread out his palms and made an inviting gesture, so that Yuan Ziwen could not refuse.

The two of them sat on the open-air balcony, blowing the wind and drinking alcohol. The scent of the south is always too soft, the night breeze is filled with the dampness of flowers and earth, and the pervasive scent seems to hinge the most resolute part of the human nerve. Yuan Ziwen was uneasy in her heart, she had too many things to ask about strange words.

"What are you worried about?" Yan Wei could see her mood.

"I'm thinking about this PR crisis."

"When did you become so dedicated?" He laughed playfully.

I don't want to be unemployed when I just got back to Evangel. ”

Yan Mu raised his dark eyes and looked at her, "Then how do you think we should deal with this incident?" ”

Yuan Ziwen didn't think that her opinion was a reference, but she still said what she had thought about for a long time.

"Credibility and reputation are the most important thing for a business, and it's about how advertisers and consumers feel towards us. Now that Evangel is falling apart internally, and with Creator and other evenly matched peers on the outside, we might as well take advantage of this public relations crisis to show everyone the sincerity and determination of Evangel. ”

"Tell me about it?"

"First of all, it is necessary to investigate the beginning and end of the arrears of manuscript fees, and give a clear explanation to external writers. The second is to find more influential advertisers and brands to prove that we have a flexible network and value to work with. Again, I think Evangel should have its own advertising agency and modeling agency, so that we don't have to look at other people's faces all the time......"

When Yuan Ziwen said this, he noticed that Yan Wei was staring at him with clear eyes. There seemed to be a stream of light spinning in the black pupils, and this light shone on Yuan Ziwen's body, messing up her mind.

"You're nervous about Evangel."

"I'm nervous about you."

As soon as the words came out, both of them were the same. Yuan Zi Wen hated not to bite off her tongue, what nonsense was she talking about?

"I mean, I don't want to see you talked about online by people who don't know how to talk about Evangel......"

He was such a radiant figure, and she really didn't want to see him tainted by a little gossip.

Yan looked at her quietly and smiled softly. The smile was like water rippling from the face, reflecting the moonlight, splashing the spring breeze and rain on the ground, and the sorrow was full of compassion.

The next second, he suddenly approached her and held her jaw with his index finger. His shadow fell right on Yuan Ziwen's face, obscuring the light above his head. Yuan Ziwen was frightened by his sudden movement, and didn't dare to move, but his eyelashes trembled slightly, and a layer of redness quickly spread to his cheeks.

They were so close, his breath silently surrounded her, and even though she hadn't drunk much, Yuan Ziwen felt dizzy. She saw her own shadow in his eyes, melting into the crystal clear water.

She found that his lips were very beautiful, like slippery petals, half-translucent, and very seductive.

The whole world fell silent, along with some restless winds.

Then he said, "Rest early, good night." ”

Yan Wei withdrew his arm, stood up casually, and turned back to his room.

Yuan Ziwen maintained the action just now for a long time before pursing his lips uncomfortably.

He just ...... Are you trying to kiss me?