Lure a wife into the game: the paranoid president is addicted to pets

Chapter 41

Not long after, the meeting kicked off with applause——

Of course, it was the first time for Mansheng to attend such a town meeting.Accompanied by video documentaries on the big screen, a series of speeches on stage emerged one after another.

During the period, Liang Jinyang, the representative of the well-known company Huafeng Iron and Steel Company, of course also came on stage.

"Eldest sister, you should take a good look at her. They are both eldest, why is there such a difference?" Lin Yifan beside her reminded her impatiently, and Man Sheng couldn't help thinking that it would not take a day or two to train to Liang Jinyang's level. thing.

After that, several people came to the stage one after another, and the most remarkable one belonged to Mr. Han!
At that time, Han Yu belonged to the third-level cadres in the court and served for decades. After he was old, he retired and returned to Yicheng to enjoy his old age.He will attend this time, because the chairman of the organizer is his student, so he strongly invites the teacher to come and observe.

This old Han's witty remarks made everyone in the audience laugh.

When the meeting ended, everyone gathered in the hall wanting to chat with him, and Lin Yifan also actively stepped forward.Mansheng didn't squeeze into the crowd, but just watched from the sidelines.

After chatting with everyone for a while, Mr. Han finally said, "It's your young people's world now, and I, an old guy, won't get involved."

"Mr. Han, I'll walk with you." Liang Jinyang gently helped Mr. Han, and left under the eyes of everyone.

All eyes were on the two of them, and they followed towards the door. Only Man Sang stayed where he was, but suddenly his sharp eyes saw something fall from the pocket of Old Han's Chinese tunic during his chaotic steps.

Man Sheng quickly stepped forward to pick it up. It was an old-fashioned pen with Mr. Han's name engraved on it: Han Yu!
Mansheng was about to shout, but after thinking about it, she stopped and didn't return it immediately, and quietly rolled up the pen in a handkerchief and put it in her satchel.

……

Wei Rong was sitting quietly in the lounge, and Mr. Han asked as soon as he entered, "Have you figured out anything about this painting?"

Wei Rong got up to greet him, and when Mr. Han came to him, he smiled and said, "Where did you buy an authentic painting for 1000 yuan, such a good deal, let me know next time, and I will go right away. "

Han Lao laughed heartily, "You are the only one with sharp eyes and a poisonous tongue who can tell me the truth!"

"It's hard to come here, but I can't let you go like this, go home with me, and appreciate the calligraphy and paintings I bought." Han Lao invited, "Xiao Liang, you go together, that's today !"

Of course Liang Jinyang was willing to go, but Wei Rong said, "Mr. Han, I'm afraid I can't do it today, I have an appointment."

"Just let Jin Yang go to your place as a guest, I will definitely visit you some other day." Immediately, he had already made arrangements.

So a group of people left the building first, and Liang Jinyang wanted to speak when they got into the car, "Wei Rong..."

"This is a good opportunity." Wei Rong said without any trace, and had already helped her into the car and closed the door, and then greeted Mr. Han, "Mr. Han, go slowly."

……

As soon as the meeting ended at two o'clock in the afternoon, Man Sheng hurriedly said, "Yi Fan, I'm leaving first."

"Where are you going?" Lin Yifan frowned and asked, but she had already left quickly.

Going to another building not far away, Mansheng almost jogged all the way.When I opened the door and entered the cafe, I was already out of breath.Looking around, he found that the person had already arrived.

Wei Rong was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, Man Sheng walked over slowly, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Hearing the sound, Wei Rong put down the magazine, and Mansheng had already pulled out the chair and sat down, "Is it okay for you to run out like this?"

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, startled, he stopped her, "Don't move."

The overhang was inexplicable, but he didn't dare to move. He stroked her ear lightly with his hand, smoothed out the messy hair from running, and said with a warm smile, "What are you doing in such a hurry, I can't run."

His overly gentle and considerate movements were like whispers of love between lovers.

(End of this chapter)