When the tinnitus flared up again, Xiang Huan's mind was filled with memories related to Ming Weilai.

She actually remembered it very clearly, and she didn't forget it at all.

I met Ming Weilai in the spring of five years ago.

At that time, Xiang Huan had just been trained by Pan Ning to have a little appearance, and according to Pan Ning's plan, he came into contact with the target to be successful.

Ming Weilai is her second goal after the actual battle.

Dawan, a public relations company, was also established at that time, and Xiang Huan was arranged to attend a cocktail party of a well-known public relations company to get more exposure to unfamiliar fields.

The reception was held in a well-known French restaurant in Dawan, where colleagues, media and important customers were invited, and the dress code was required to convey the breath of spring.

It was the first time Xiang Huan had attended such an occasion alone, and Pan Ning said that she should get used to not being accompanied by her mother in the future.

Most of the guests are women, with red and willow green flowers and flying skirts, and everyone has their own unique smiles.

Everyone gathered around the buffet table, picking and choosing all kinds of pure French food, and Xiang Huan was no exception.

She wore a gray-green wrap dress that day, revealing her snow-white round shoulders, and her chest was slightly plump, which was enough to attract the attention of the audience.

She wore a white pearl necklace around her neck, and the layers of complicated styles just right to reconcile the excessive swagger of the skirt.

Xiang Huan stood in front of the dining table, chatting with the executive chef, they had known each other before, and the chef and Pan Ning were friends.

When Ming Weilai signed at the entrance that day, he had already noticed Xiang Huan's fresh face.

This will watch her talk to the chef, and label her in her heart, charming.

It's the type he's proud of.

Although Xiang Huan didn't notice this, she was already paying attention to this Ming Weilai, after all, it was her goal.

The chef liked to talk to Xiang Huan very much, and enjoyed leaning forward slightly, approaching Xiang Huan.

When Ming Weilai walked over to get the salad, he happened to hear the chef say, "Of course others can't, it's you, of course."

The words were for Xiang Huan.

She smiled perfectly, reached out and touched the chef's arm, and whispered thank you.

Ming Weilai was curious about what small deal they had made.

Xiang Huan weighed her heart here, and after the chef left, her expression was half naughty and half proud, and she caught a glimpse of Ming Weilai looking at her, her smile was half a point, and she blinked.

Then, I took the initiative to say, hello.

Ming Weilai's attention was completely shifted to Xiang Huan, and when she was about to walk away after saying hello, she suddenly said, "Your shoes are so beautiful."

Both of them looked at Xiang Huan's shoes.

High heel, pink, narrow with a very low opening, covering only the skin behind the toe, and a small pearl-colored butterfly on the toe.

Xiang Huan's entire feet were basically exposed, and his toenails were painted the same green as his clothes.

Xiang Huan lowered his head and smiled, "Thank you for the compliment, you are very tasteful."

Ming Weilai likes to see Xiang Huan laugh like this, "You said this earlier."

Xiang Huan wondered, a slanted glance passed, and asked him why, and his eyes were also raised, with a seeming temptation.

This is specially practiced, and I know that men eat this set.

Of course, Ming Weilai was no exception, he almost didn't hesitate at all, and then said, "Your buttocks are more beautiful."

The look in his eyes when he spoke, Xiang Huan still remembers it clearly as in front of him.

His eyes sparkled, staring straight and unabashed.

It's like never receiving the education that requires careful words and deeds in interpersonal relationships, turning a blind eye to it, and following your own nature.

Xiang Huan wasn't angry, he just sighed softly, and looked down at his feet with a little annoyance, "I thought you would praise my feet for being good-looking."

Ming Weilai smiled and was just about to speak, walked away for a while, and the chef returned, telling Xiang Huan that the dessert she wanted was already being prepared, and asked Xiang Huan where her seat was, and sent it to her later.

"The table behind that pillar, hemp

I'm sorry to get you, I'll go first, thank you."

After Xiang Huan finished talking to the chef, he didn't look at Ming Weilai again, and naturally walked away.

But in the eyes of Ming Weilai, how could he let it go easily.

It didn't take long to find a table where Xiang Huan was sitting with a plate of food, and in the four positions here, Xiang Huan was chatting with the girl sitting next to him.

Both of them are young and gorgeous, talking with a smile and a happy smile, and what they are talking about is actually some gossip and rumors in the public relations circle.

Xiang Huan didn't talk much, mainly listening to another girl talk again, and when she noticed that Ming Wei was coming, the girl paused.

"Can I sit down?"

"Absolutely."

Ming Weilai asked Xiang Huan, but it was the girl who answered him.

Xiang Huan glanced at Ming Weilai, who was sitting down, and lost the state of talking and laughing before, and was much more indifferent.

Her mobile phone happened to come in, and Xiang Huan answered, "Hmm."

Ming Weilai sat down and watched the other girl smiling, but his ears listened to Xiang Huan's movements.

Presumably the other end was asking where Xiang Huan was, she replied impatiently, "Didn't you say it, the cocktail party is in the French restaurant, you know the location."

The other girl was also listening, and quickly laughed and quipped, "Chagang? Look so close."

"Well, come here at half-past nine." Xiang Huan finished the phone, looked at the girl and smiled, and beckoned to the waiter for another cup of blue margaret.

The girl reminded her with concern, "You've had a lot of drinks tonight." After speaking, she glanced at Ming Weilai intentionally or unintentionally, and picked up the cup in front of her.

The cup was pure and healthy sparkling water, and she was deliberately comparing it with Xiang Huan.

Of course, Xiang Huan could see it, she didn't care, she lazily licked the salt grains at the mouth of the cup, turned her head sideways, and said to the girl lightly, "What's your business."

The girl was stunned.

After Ming Weilai came for a second, he couldn't help laughing.

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