In Jiangbei at the beginning of November, the weather has cooled down.

The leaves of the sycamore trees in the courtyard of the hotel have long since fallen, and only the pines and cypresses still hang a few traces of green. In the lobby, the light pink orchid was pruned and soaked in transparent freshness and placed on the table, adding a touch of joy to tonight's lighting ceremony.

The lights dimmed and the music stopped.

Yan Shuangyi's mobile phone buzzed and shook at an inopportune time.

Afraid of disturbing the quiet atmosphere, she hurriedly took out her phone, clicked the red button, and hung up.

But after a second or two, the vibration sounded again.

Touching the people around her between arm movements, Yue Jialing lowered her head and looked at her snow-white and shiny screen.

The word was originally not big, but because the surrounding light was dim, it was particularly conspicuous - "husband".

"The more total. I'll go out and answer a call. ”

Without waiting for him to agree, Yan Shuangyi had already lifted the hem of his skirt and walked away.

"Next, I would like to invite Mr. Yue Jialing, general manager of Lanting Tourism Group, to start the lighting ceremony!"

With the host's invitation, everyone's eyes converged on Yue Jialing.

He was wearing a black green fruit collar suit, the soft light of the silk neckline and the brilliant sapphires embellished on the bow tie reflected each other, even if the light was dim, he could see that this person's face was like a crown of jade, and his affectionate phoenix eyes were sparkling, gentle and infinite.

Especially at this moment, leaning on the transparent glass fence, it is really a Zhilan jade tree, and it is full of glory.

He smiled at everyone, walked up to the stage, and took the microphone: "Distinguished guests......" Even his voice is low and mellow.

Several female guests in the front row have long been unable to turn their eyes.

Yue Jialing's flower name is true, but such a dignified son-in-law stands in front of him, and then says a few words of love in a gentle manner, who can not be moved?

Even if Yue Jialing looked ahead, people couldn't see what he was staring at, and many people in the audience were secretly looking forward to him being able to give him a look.

"I wish you all a pleasant evening."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped off the stage and came to the huge Christmas tree that was more than ten meters high, as if pointing directly to the dome.

I don't know who in the crowd started the countdown: "Five, four, three, two, one......"

The trees are lit up suddenly, and the brilliant lights are like starlight, like the Milky Way.

The cheerful sound of the violin sounded.

Yan Shuangyi looked behind her, and the glass turnstile door turned around, bringing the intoxicating music in the lobby to her ears one after another. Her eyes couldn't help but look under the Christmas tree, Yue Jialing was standing next to the Christmas tree and raising a glass to touch people.

There was a smile on her face, but her eyes were cold, and the cold gaze was clearly over the crowd and through the glass, and was thrown towards her.

"I can't go back, I'll hang up first." She hung up and walked back into the lobby.

She came out in a hurry, and before she could put on her coat, her bare arms and shoulders, which had been blown by the cold wind, were so red that they were about to bleed.

I was hit by the warm wind, and it swelled and hurt.

Yue Jialing happened to drink a glass of wine, and as soon as he stretched out his hand holding the empty cup, a stream of wine had already bubbled into the glass.

"Willing to come back?" He didn't raise his eyes, just whispered a question.

Yan Shuangyi put down the wine bottle and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yue, there is an urgent matter at home."

"If you can't let go of your family, why do you have to come out to work?" He was dissatisfied, and pressed step by step, "Do you need to notify the personnel department now, go through the formalities for you, and let you go home?" ”

"Mr. Yue, I'll pay attention to it later."

She stood up straight and admitted her mistakes very well.

The dark blue velvet skirt was smooth and elastic, along her torso, outlining her round and slender waist, the fingers overlapping in front of her like shalves, and the plain ring ring on the ring finger of her left hand shone like a cold star.

Yue Jialing tilted his head over, and his side face was heavy and serious: "Don't let me see you use your working hours to make such meaningless phone porridge in the future, and next time, you will leave immediately."