Boss,Fall In Love Twice

Columbia sent a lot of limousines to pick up the VIPs.

Including the drivers inside are good at observing.

"Miss, the gentleman just now is not very gentleman. Are you ok?" The driver just inadvertently saw something wrong with the VIP in the front mirror.

Ding Jiali raised her head without saying a word. When the driver stopped, she took out the mirror from her bag, looked at herself, and lifted a smile around her mouth. Then she got out of the car.

The driver didn't take back his eyes until he saw her figure disappear. He had been a driver for decades and met many people. He was so disheartened and ambitious that he would even be schizophrenic to have a look.

Yan Jingzhi drove to the university campus by himself. All he saw were young and excessive faces. He was led into the banquet hall because of his depressed mood.

This kind of dinner for philanthropists and noble families is to maintain their relationship and let you continue to invest money and continue to be their pilgrim. However, Yan Jingzhi is not averse to it. At least it can help many students.

"Sir, are you Mr. Yan? I'm Chinese, too. " Suddenly, a Chinese female student appears to be a part-time waiter today. She is very happy to see Yan Jingjing.

Yan Jingzhi was cold-blooded and had only two words: "hello."

"I saw you on the list of this dinner party. I know that you are a philanthropist who specializes in supporting Chinese students. Today, I can see a real person, Mr. Yan. Our classmates will talk about you."

The girl student said a lot, and Yan Jingzhi stopped and said.

Occasionally passing by a few business acquaintances, Yan Jingzhi will nod. Realizing that he might have been disturbed, the girl coughed and coughed, "what would you like to drink, Mr. Yan?"

"80 years of Lafite, bubble stick cup does not hang, the best state is a third of the cup, lingering nose, fragrance overflowing." The voice suddenly rings from behind Yan Jingjing, "Mr. Yan's favorite, isn't it?"

It's Ding Jiali.

Of course, female students know her. There are no Chinese in this school who don't know her. The Department of Chinese performing arts is proud of her. Although it has been a little quiet recently, a few days ago, when she was very popular, many people tried to squeeze their heads to see the goddess.

The female student stares at Ding Jiali and is excited and speechless, especially when she is standing with Yan Jingzhi, one is Cinderella, the other is a prince with magic, and even some people have written love stories for them.

When Cinderella said the prince's preferences, this time should be moved and enthusiastic.

The female students covered their faces to witness the scene.

However, Yan Jingzhi didn't look back and nodded directly to a man not far away. "Mr. Smith, you are all right."

Ding Jiali handed him the wine hand is still in the air, the desolation in her eyes flashed past, in the eyes of the female students are extremely surprised to chase the past.

"Mr. Yan, our times reporters are very surprised that you will take time to attend this dinner party. Chendong headquarters was originally in New York. Do you have any plans to settle down in the United States in the future?" This kind of place can't do without a few reporters.

"No Yan Jingzhi doesn't want to say more.

"Isn't this Miss Ding Jiali? It's said that Miss Ding's career in China has not been very smooth recently. Is this a gold rush with Mr. Yan? " The reporter saw Ding Jiali behind Yan Jingzhi.

Before Ding Jiali opened her mouth, Yan Jingzhi walked away directly, not even interested in saying "no".

He took a flight of stairs, then walked down several corridors, and slammed the woman's chin behind him on the wall at the corner.

"Ding Jiali, I don't like beating women." There was not much expression on his face, but he was obviously angry.

So blatantly dogged, he felt that he was insulting his intelligence.

"But you just fell me." Ding Jiali raised her head and just put her eyes at the same height as him, "Yan Jingjing, are you telling me to make an exception for me?"

There is no doubt that this sentence once again angered Yan Jingjing. He does not need to make an exception for anyone else, which seems to be challenging him.

Yan Jingzhi pinched her chin and clearly left a fingerprint on her white chin. The woman he trained by himself is now making trouble for himself.

"Ding Jiali, you should remember to be grateful. Otherwise, I don't mind turning you into a girl who has nothing."

"I'm not grateful. I'm grateful every day, but I'm grateful to you every day and remember you every day. I'm like this now, ha ha." Ding Jiali grabs his hand, there is a kind of abnormal hope that he can not let go, pinch her in time do not let go, "and I still want to give myself to you, believe it or not."

"Shut up." The best way to get rid of Ding Yan's madness is to get rid of it.

"Yan Jing makes you reluctant to destroy me." Ding Jiali yelled at his back, "in the years when you lost your memory, I gave you the warmth of a woman. I know all your preferences, including understanding you! Don't say you flatter me because you pity me. You appreciate me. You can't deny it! "Yan Jingzhi stopped. "Do you think you still have anything to admire?"

Ding Jiali is stunned.

Tears at this moment, finally can not bear the burden, burst into tears.

When her assistant said he was a good man and a good husband, she didn't cry. She didn't want to know what Yan Jingzhi did to others. But this time, every word of Yan Jingjing is disgusting, really disgusting.

"Miss, you can't drink like that."

"Miss, drink less. Ladies should pay attention to their image."

"Miss..."

several of the waiters came to grab Ding Jiali's bottle. Her make-up was spent. The eye liner was glued to her eyelashes. With tears streaming down her cheeks, red lipstick mixed with her hands, she became a madwoman.

Someone is asking, who is this young lady in the end? She has lost her manners at such a high-end reception. Yan Jingzhi just looks at his watch and turns to talk to his assistant on the phone.

"Hello, President, I'm with the young master. Of course I know you left me to take care of him. Don't worry, president. Good bye."

The assistant answered the phone and looked at the curl around him with a sigh of relief.

They are squatting in a corner of the shadow side of the wall corner. As for why they want to squat here, the great Mr. Yan Jianghe said, "I just saw Wang Moli's father steal the key to my father's room!"

The man lying in the manger was so bold that his assistant was going to find a chance to beat the man and avenge the young master. It was better to hit the sun than to choose a day. He stroked his sleeve and said, "young master, open your eyes, I will avenge you."