Korea Fashion International Group.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at the busy models and staff on the catwalk, and looked at the watch on her wrist from time to time.

Today, she is going to hold a small show for the two new designers recruited last time, and she has already informed Han Jifeng to come to see the show, and this time, the company will select a series from the works of these newcomers as the main show. As for Ling Tongyu's entry, she had already thrown it into the trash.

"Director Ye, the president is here." Her secretary ran over briskly and said.

When Ye Zhenzhen heard this, she immediately clapped her hands and motioned to everyone, "Everyone, the president is about to arrive, please get ready." ”

After speaking, she went with the secretary to greet Han Jifeng, and when she saw this elegant and indifferent man walking towards her under the stars and the moon, Ye Zhenzhen's eyes softened, full of deep admiration and fascination.

"Brother Ji Feng, you're here."

All the rest of the employees also stood in place and bowed to Han Jifeng at ninety degrees.

"Let's get started." Han Jifeng said lightly, and went to the runway.

"Brother ......" Suddenly, Ye Zhenzhen grabbed his arm, Han Jifeng turned around, Ye Zhenzhen took out a piece of Chanel's tissue in front of everyone, stood on tiptoe, and gently and carefully wiped Han Jifeng's earlobe, it turned out that there was a little red mark on his earlobe that could not be seen at all if he didn't look at it carefully, it should be a woman's lip print or something.

These two people, one is gentle and dignified, the other is elegant and noble, and the two seem to be very compatible, which makes everyone present envious.

"Alright, let's go." Crumpling the tissue into a ball and handing it to the secretary behind him, Ye Zhenzhen walked to the front of the show with Han Jifeng.

Ye Zhenzhen made a gesture, the music sounded, the fashion show officially began, the tall models shuttled on the stage in an orderly manner, Ye Zhenzhen cautiously turned her head to look at Han Jifeng, from the beginning of the show, he held his hands on his chest, his brows have been wrinkled, and he has never stretched out.

"What do you think?" When the show ended, everyone was concentrated on the catwalk, waiting for Han Jifeng's comments, Ye Zhenzhen asked, and suddenly, everyone held their breath, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Han Jifeng stood up.

Suddenly, all of them immediately took a step back and bent down.

"I don't want Daehan to waste time and experience on this kind of meaningless show in the future." Han Jifeng said coldly, and then strode out, leaving behind everyone who looked at each other and Ye Zhenzhen, whose face was red and white.

"Director, what now?" After Han Jifeng left, Secretary Huang stepped forward and asked.

"Expulsion, expulsion, expulsion! Tell the two newcomers to go to the finance office to get a sum of money, and then leave immediately! A bunch of useless rubbish! Ye Zhenzhen angrily spread her anger on the others.

Han Jifeng, who came out of the show with a cold face, stood at the door of the company lobby accompanied by his secretary and assistant and waited for his exclusive elevator.

"Good ...... President"

"Hello President......" The employees who passed by all stopped and bowed to him.

Suddenly, his gaze fell not far away-

An aunt who was sweeping the floor in the lobby was wearing a set of clothes that didn't fit her under her work vest.

"Ding."

Just then, the elevator doors opened.

"President......" Wen Lei reminded in a low voice.

"Hmm." Han Jifeng retracted his gaze and walked towards the elevator, and the others followed, standing behind him, the elevator door slowly closed.

"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, Han Jifeng spoke out and raised his hand to press the elevator door.

"President?" The crowd looked at him in bewilderment.

And Han Jifeng had already strode out of the elevator and walked directly towards the cleaner aunt, although everyone had doubts, they also followed one by one.

"Where did you get this outfit from?"

The cleaner looked up and saw the tall, handsome and majestic president Han Jifeng standing in front of her, and suddenly the vacuum cleaner in his nervous hand fell off, and he stammered-

"This, I didn't steal this clothes, I picked them up."

"Picked up?" Han Jifeng frowned.

"Yes, I picked it up in the trash can outside Director Ye's office, and when I saw that she lost it, I thought she didn't want it. Ah, President, I, I'm not a thief, I didn't steal, don't fire me. The cleaning lady was terrified.

"Wen Lei." Han Jifeng called.

"Understood, young master." Wen Lei took the cleaning lady to the lounge, found a new set of clothes for her, and asked her to change the clothes on her body.