"Oops."

Sitting on the ground with a buttocks, Mr. Han grinned in pain.

"Who, who pushed me!"

The angry voice sounded from the corridor, but unfortunately it was quiet, and Mr. Han did not get any response.

Frowning, Mr. Han seemed to have thought of something, but when he turned around viciously and was about to settle accounts with Rong Xiang.

The expression was stunned, and I saw that there was an empty woman behind her, who was still standing in the corridor just now, and this would have long since disappeared.

There was no one but him in the entire corridor, that is, no one pushed him.

"Strange."

Muttering, Mr. Han patted the suit that was whitened by the floor, "No one?" ”

"And how did I just fall?"

The floor was surprisingly flat, let alone obstructed.

No matter what, Mr. Han's back is still a lot colder at this moment.

*

In the evening, whether it was a star or a god-selling author under the company, senior executives and editors all entered the table.

Originally, Rong Shang, as the editor of the company, should have followed after everyone else was seated.

Who knew that Han was coming out of the backstage, and when he met her again, he directly asked her to go to the backstage lounge to take care of the guests who were performing.

Oh, Rong Shang doesn't care where he is or what he should do.

Now that he had spoken, she turned her head and walked backstage.

But at this moment, her sight inadvertently touched Tang Xin who was sitting on the seat, and the other party was also looking at her, and when she saw Rong Sheng looking over, she smiled proudly.

Tsk, what a bunch of things that don't know whether to live or die.

The light in the flowing eyes narrowed slightly, Rong Shang opened his face, and found a place for Rong Xun to sit among the many guests.

After watching it for only two or three seconds, Rong Sheng took a long step and walked towards the backstage.

……

In the evening, the lively annual meeting is going on.

Among them, the singers invited by Han Zheng sang a few times on stage, which drove the atmosphere in the hall of the restaurant.

It is said that it is an annual meeting, and there are also awards for the ranking of its great god authors this year, popular awards from fans voting on the Internet, and of course, bonuses and lucky draws for editors and staff this year.

It can be said that this time Han always spent a lot of money to hold the annual meeting.

Soon, an hour and a half passed, and during the guest banquet, Rong Xun couldn't help but feel a little unsteady because he hadn't seen Rong Sheng for a long time.

During this period, he sent messages to Rong Sheng several times, but he didn't know what she was doing, so he didn't reply.

Restless, while the middle-aged man on the stage was still speaking, he had already gotten up from the guest table.

Who knew that at this moment, Mr. Han's deep voice came out of the microphone, "Thank you, thank you again for your support to Fengyun Company this year." ”

"Now, please all the distinguished guests in the audience to move to the lobby on the seventh floor, where there is a banquet set up by Han for everyone."

"Good, good!"

Soon, the applause covered all the other voices.

Rong Xun's delicate eyebrows twisted slightly, and he directly put the two trophies he had just won on the seat, and then he took the mobile phone and walked away while others got up.

It's just that he didn't go to the lobby on the seventh floor to drink and talk with people, he was going to make a call to Rong Shang.

"Rong Xun, you haven't won the trophy yet."

Behind him, Tang's anxious voice came, Rong Xun was expressionless, so he didn't hear it, and walked straight outside.

Fortunately, in the end, Rong Sheng answered the phone and said that he was called by Han Zheng to work in the background.