Zhuang Tingyan combed her hair in a formal bun, and her crown was inlaid with pearls, which was dazzling under the illumination of magnesium lights.

Behind her, the man was wearing a dark tuxedo, his cold eyes flashed with a little starry cold, occasionally glancing around, and the smile was rarely in his eyes.

"This is Mr. Yan of Yanshi, a high-achieving student who graduated from the Department of Finance at Stanford three years ago, and a talent that the world's top investment banks are vying for." There was a female guest next to the meeting said.

The moment An October saw Yan Xiao's slender figure, she heard a roar in her mind, and the pair of beautiful people held ten fingers together, stepping on the red carpet and walking in her direction, her body stiffened for three seconds.

She held her breath, faintly feeling the sharp, cold light of her eyes looking in her direction, and she leaned sideways, covering half of her goose egg face with the waves of seaweed.

"Yan Xiao, that person really looks like your secretary."

Yan Xiao's left hand in his trouser pocket tightened, laughing and joking, and he couldn't hear the situation, "Really?" It's just like. ”

It was obviously a cool autumn September, and An October, who was busy entertaining guests, felt that the bare shoulders on the bandeau dress were cut by the biting cold wind, and there was a heart-rending pain.

But her heartbreak didn't last long.

The position she chose was coincidental, just behind Yan Xiao and Zhuang Tingyan, just a few rows of empty chairs.

An October was in a state of despair, and her curly eyelashes cast a shadow in front of her eyes like a small brush, and she was very bored, glancing to the side randomly.

Breathing is stagnant.

The man sitting in front of him on the right happened to turn his head, he was wearing a pair of custom-made gold-wire glasses, the bridge of his nose was straight, and with the movement of his fingertips, his peach blossom eyes met her eyes, the waves rose slightly, and the smile rippled.

Every move is graceful.

The man has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his temperament is outstanding, and he has not yet seen it when he sits, and his back is straight when he stands up, and his Adam's apple is sexy.

"Mu Yongchen, the investor of the president of Ernst & Young Bank," he lowered his eyes and looked at the tag with her name written on it, "Miss An, do you have a boyfriend?" ”

An October was holding a glass of champagne, her fair and straight legs were together, her cheeks were flushed, and Yan Xiao's casual words echoed in her ears, "If you are engaged, isn't there a ready-made one?" ”

She pursed her lips heavily, the spicy wine wandered on the tip of her tongue, this second, she felt her heartbeat extinguished and rekindled, the corners of her eyes were also sour, she lifted her long hair, and suddenly approached Mu Yongchen, the leisurely aroma lingered on the tip of his nose.

"It's a lot of trouble to have a relationship, Mr. Mu, do you want to make an appointment?"

An October was burned with alcohol, and he regretted it as soon as he said it, and his body was just about to shrink back, and a card was placed on his soft palm, "This is my business card, tomorrow night, contact me when you are free." ”

An October hammered his head in annoyance, feeling that the air in the hotel was stuffy and seemed to be fermenting.

"Ann October, what are you smoking?"

She was frustrated by the moment of madness.

The escort sent the guests to the car, and Ann took a taxi to leave.

The lights are high, moths are flying under the street lights, the old residential buildings, the parking spaces are a little narrow, and even the voice-activated lights in the corridors are not wrong from time to time.

The butterfly effect of the metropolis, she crashed into the voice-activated light malfunction tonight.

The high heels stepped on the ground crisply, she walked step by step with difficulty, when the key was inserted into the card slot, her waist was tightly hugged by a pair of arms, her heart trembled, but the familiar cologne mixed with the fragrance of daisies poured up on the tip of her nose, and she recognized the person.