I came to work early today, because I was worried that during the rush hour, I would meet Ouyang Yao, and if he saw him, there would be nowhere to escape, so it was safer to come to work early.

Colleagues walked into the company one after another and started a busy day's work, although Tang Xiyuan was worried about Ouyang Yao at first, but as soon as he got busy, he left everything behind.

Her work is still the same as yesterday's work, doing chores and running errands, but in her spare time, she still pays attention to the work of her colleagues around her and observes their work processes.

After three days like this, Tang Xiyuan didn't meet Ouyang Yao, and her hanging heart was also put down, and she was more and more sure that Ouyang Yao had forgotten.

On this day, the submission day of the 6th Summer Fashion Week in Minato City was held in the lobby on the first floor.

Tang Xiyuan took the manuscript to the first floor, where the crowd was impassable, overcrowded, and there were three long dragon-like teams, and she resolutely walked to the middle team.

Wait patiently, when it was almost time for her to deliver the manuscript, suddenly there was a commotion at the elevator entrance, and the spotlights were everywhere, Tang Xiyuan didn't pay attention to this kind of thing, she just wanted to deliver the manuscript quickly and go back to work.

The commotion was getting bigger and bigger, and even the security guards were dispatched, Tang Xiyuan inadvertently looked up and saw that it was Zhou Xiuni, a young model who had recently stirred up the Hong Kong market, she was super black and covered her face, her long hair was shawl, and she was wearing a tight silk chiffon skirt, outlining the perfect proportion of the nine-headed body at a glance.

"Miss Zhou, may I ask you to attend the registration site of this summer's Hong Kong Fashion Week today, are you sure to take the flyover of this season's fashion week?" A reporter gossiped to dig up the news.

"I can't disclose it for the time being." Zhou Xiuni smiled, that smile was like a spring breeze blowing on her face, delicate and charming.

The reporter couldn't get through the water, Zhou Xiuni couldn't move an inch, and there was a commotion in that room, but I don't know what the situation was?

Seeing this, the reporters immediately rushed over there, but the commotion was coming towards the delivery office.

Immediately afterwards, a reporter's question came.

"President Ouyang, do you invite Miss Zhou Xiuni to attend this season's fashion week?"

"It's still undecided." Ouyang's voice was indifferent.

While speaking, Ouyang Yao's crowd had already arrived outside the manuscript, and the staff who received the manuscript got up and bowed to Ouyang Yao.

Tang Xiyuan, who was drowned in the crowd, covered her face with the design draft in a panic, she forgot to look at the yellow calendar today, and she actually met him here, but there are so many people, he must not see her, yes, he can't see her.

Ouyang Yao really didn't look at the crowd, just stood aside with a serious face, and Zhou Xiuni had already walked over at this time, smiling.

"President Ouyang, hello."

"Miss Zhou, hello." Ouyang only showed a faint smile on his face, which was more approachable than the cold one before.

Tang Xiyuan heard the two of them talking, showed her eyes, and looked in their direction. What caught his eye was Ouyang smiling at Zhou Xiuni, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart that it was really different for beautiful women?

Men are all virtuous, their eyes light up when they see beautiful women, their attitudes have completely changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and their appetite is also sexual.

"Miss, do you want to deliver the manuscript?" Tang Xiyuan was thinking about Ouyang Yao, and it was her turn to deliver the manuscript, but she didn't know it, and she came back to her senses when she heard the shouts of the recipient.

"Yes." Tang Xiyuan hurriedly handed over the design draft in his hand.

After handing in the manuscript, she walked out of the crowd, and because there was nothing to cover her face, she walked towards the elevator as fast as the wind.

At this time, the reception ceremony of Fashion Week was held on the first floor, so the elevator became busy.

Tang Xiyuan waited for a while, but the elevator had not yet arrived.

"Please give way."

A voice came from behind him, and he was only a few steps away from the elevator entrance.

Tang Xiyuan shuddered, turned her head, swept the corners of her eyes, and in an instant, she was shocked.