Military marriage lingering: big president, little sweetheart

Han Wenwen's heart beat faster. In her heart beat, Jin Zhiyuan in evening dress came in.

When she saw that the person coming in was Jin Zhiyuan, Han Wenwen's tense nerves relaxed and her towering shoulders eased.

Jin Zhiyuan is wearing a champagne evening dress today. The silk has a strong sense of falling. The overall cut of the skirt is very smooth, and there is almost no redundant design. It's a simple big V-neck evening dress. But the simpler the cut and design, the more picky the wearer is.

Jin Zhiyuan is close to 170 in height, and her figure is very stiff and forward. In addition, she has a graceful and lazy temperament. Only in this way can she live in this very difficult champagne evening dress.

She matches the handbag of the same color series, and Prada limited handbag is embellished with the overall shape, low-key luxury.

Jin Zhiyuan stepped on her high-heeled shoes, put her handbag on the washstand next to Han Wenwen, took out a lipstick from her handbag, and began to mend her makeup in the mirror.

Han Wenwen has a general relationship with her. Since Jin Zhiyuan doesn't take the initiative to say hello to her, she doesn't bother to exchange greetings with Jin Zhiyuan. She put away her bag, turned off the tap and was ready to go out.

Before going out, Jin Zhiyuan, who was looking at the mirror to make up, suddenly said, "the invitation letter of Chi Jianguo and Gu qiaomei is from you."

Han Wenwen was startled and turned her head fiercely.

Jin Zhiyuan doesn't think her words are amazing at all. She calmly depicts her lips in the mirror. Her delicate eyebrows and eyes are full of aggression and beauty. They are totally two types: Han Wenwen's gentle.

When she spoke, she didn't even look back. If there were only two of them in the bathroom, Han Wenwen couldn't be sure that Jin Zhiyuan was talking to her just now.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She was poked in the most worried secret now. Her heart trembled and her face turned pale. She hastily picked up her things and wanted to go.

Jin Zhiyuan put down his lip pencil, and pulled out a ChristainLouboutin lipstick from his bag. The long, long peach eyes looked at Han Wenwen who wanted to run away. He laughed with disdainful sneer. "Do you really know, tut?"

Han Wenwen was stimulated by her attitude, stood still and looked at her coldly, "what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. It's just curiosity." Jin Zhiyuan is not interested in Han Wenwen, but there are so many people in this circle that she can count Han Wenwen, a famous woman of the same rank. One of the few people in the circle may give the invitation to Chi Jianguo. Except Han Wenwen, she can't think of a second possibility. "I guess if you give the invitation to Chi Jianguo, you want to take the opportunity to destroy Chi en'en, and then you grab the position of Li's young lady?"

Han Wenwen was said to be on her mind, and her pretty face was already faintly angry. She clenched her fist and asked Jin Zhiyuan in a poor tone, "what do you want to say?"

Looking at her expression, Jin Zhiyuan could be sure that she had guessed right. She wiped her hands in her spare time, and the irony under her eyes was even worse. She laughed with condescending sarcasm, "I don't want to say anything, I just want to tell you. If you want to be unknown, don't do it yourself! You do want to play silly, ha ha, when other people are sb. In fact, you are the only fool.

You think you can get away with it by denying it? That invitation card is not you give them, Li beijue as long as check to know. You'd better think about how you explain it. "