The CEO's Sweet Wife

"If you don't attend the regular meeting tomorrow, then don't let me see you again!" Lu Jingshen's tone becomes gloomy and cold. He ignores Ye Shiyan and turns away.

The next morning, the regular meeting of Lu group was held as usual.

"Well, now we..." secretary Wu's voice just came out, and Lu Jingshen interrupted him.

"Wait a minute, director Ye hasn't come yet."

Secretary Wu was stunned. She lowered her voice and reminded Lu Jingshen, "Mr. Lu, I've been waiting for half an hour, and director Ye hasn't come to the company recently. Are you sure she will come?"

"Don't you understand what I said? I said wait a minute." Lu Jingshen's voice became cold, but his eyes remained on the document in front of him.

People in this room are all at a loss because they don't know what's going on. However, Lu Jingshen's words are equivalent to imperial edicts, so we can only comply with them.

Secretary Wu sidled to the back and did not speak any more.

As time goes by, everyone's breathing and heartbeat can be heard in the conference room. People seem to be getting more and more nervous, but for no reason.

At this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and ye Shiyan came in. Her appearance is completely different from yesterday, a limited edition uniform looks very capable, with nearly 10 inches of high heels on her feet, making a jingling sound, every time like her heartbeat, becoming solid and powerful.

Ye Shiyan's face is wearing the same smile as before. It can be seen that she has spent a lot of effort to draw a very delicate makeup. Even though the scar on her cheek is still obvious under the cover of cosmetics, it doesn't seem to affect her mood at all.

Lu Jingshen glanced at Ye Shiyan, waved his hand to secretary Wu and said, "it's time to start..."

It seems that people didn't notice Ye Shiyan's change from beginning to end. Only after the meeting was over did a few girls come to gossip about ye Shiyan and ask if she had flown to h country to do a micro finishing this week, The scar on the face is the mark that did not restore.

Women's aesthetic is always easy to be changed by the established cognition, just as they think that ye Shiyan has had plastic surgery, so they even feel that her nose seems to be a little cocked, whether her lips are fuller than before, and her face is indeed a lot thinner.

Ye Shiyan prevaricates and talks with a smile, recovering her old self-confidence. No one can imagine what kind of collapse she experienced in these two weeks, wandering back and forth at the gate of hell.

Until everyone left, Lu Jingshen slowly stood up, looked up and down at Ye Shiyan, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "this time is not pretending, right?"

Ye Shiyan spread out her palm and chuckled helplessly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I don't have such good acting skills."

Two people smile at each other, which is a tacit understanding that no one can touch. Family, that's what it means.

"Don't worry, I'm ok. And... Thank you yesterday... "When ye Shiyan talked about it, she still felt her cheek was hot. This time, it was not because of the wound, but because of the embarrassment of the heart.

Three days later in the afternoon, an important charity dinner in Yuncheng was held at the Winton hotel.

The media and business elites have appeared one after another to publicize this matter for their companies under the banner of charity, which is not a new trick for a long time. Donate a little money, advertising to more cost-effective, so in general this occasion we are very enthusiastic.

Lu Jingshen took Lin Wenwen to attend. He was still a perfect match. As soon as he appeared, the flash of the media kept flashing. As long as Lin Wenwen and Lu Jingshen appeared, there was a sea of light and shadow.

"Oh, Mr. Lu, long time no see!"

As representatives of Sifang group, Fang moting and Tang Xiaoge appeared at the charity dinner together. After a simple interview with the reporter, Fang moting met Lu Jingshen's pace, walked over and exchanged greetings.

Tang Xiaoge's eyes always inadvertently swept Lin Wenwen, her eyes clear, gentle and generous.

Lu Jingshen turned around and said with a polite smile, "it's Mr. Fang. I heard that you took your wife to go abroad for a holiday. Are you back so soon?"

Fang Mo Ting gave a hearty laugh and picked up a glass of champagne. He said, "Lu is really aware of the news of my old man. Is Lu's group very busy recently?"

Lu Jingshen sneers, politely, but his eyes are still clinging to Fang moting, "Lu said recently that he had been very busy recently, and the acquisition of new energy and old west district has been on the right track. I naturally have time to watch some interesting news and find some fun."Fang moting's expression suddenly faded, and then his smile became very stiff. His hand holding the champagne was trembling with anger. "Well done, even Mr. Watanabe can dig it away. But also, Mr. Lu, you've always liked to use shady moves. I'm lucky to lose! "

"Oh, yes." Lu Jingshen said quietly, with obvious irony in his tone.

Until he was far away from Fang Mo Ting, Lin Wen lowered his voice and leaned to Lu Jingshen's ear, "who is that man? He doesn't look like a good man."

Lu Jingshen is amused by Lin Wenwen's unfairness, but when he meets Tang Xiaoge unintentionally, he deliberately holds Lin Wenwen in his arms and casually explains the relationship and competition between him and Fang moting.

Although said, but the eyes are provocative cohesion in Tang Xiaoge's eyes.

Soon, it will be the charity part of the auction. The organizers will take out several works of well-known painters for auction, and the one with the highest price will be awarded. All the money collected will be donated to the disaster area for educational construction.

One of the most eye-catching paintings is the one under the spotlight at the moment. It's called troubled times. The starting price is 2 million yuan.

Lin Wenwen leaned over to Lu Jingshen and said, "my God, is this painting worth two million? What turbulent times? It should be called the paint box of explosion. I think I can draw too! "

Lu Jingshen raised the corner of his mouth close to Lin Wenwen's ear. "It doesn't matter how much this painting is worth. What matters is how much it can play on today's occasions."

"What do you mean?" Lin Wenwen's eyebrows are rippling. She really can't understand why a group of people are sitting here fighting for these so-called works.

"You see..." with that, Lu Jingshen raised his hand to bid, "ten million!"

Lin Wenwen almost took a breath. She looked at Lu Jingshen with round eyes. "My God, are you crazy?"

Lu Jingshen covered the back of Lin Wenwen's hand with one hand and motioned her to be quiet with his eyes.

The atmosphere of the auction was pushed to the top by Lu Jingshen from the very beginning. Fang moting was already on fire. How could he continue to make Lu Jingshen proud at the auction. So the fight began, and Fang Mo Ting immediately bid 15 million yuan.

When Lu Jingshen raised the price, Fang moting continued to pursue him. When the bidders who participated in the middle smelled the gunpowder between them, they quickly withdrew and became spectators.

Finally, the painting was pushed to a commanding height of 57 million yuan from 2 million yuan. Fang moting asked for 60 million yuan, with a proud face. Lu Jingshen nodded politely and gave up.

In the end, Fang moting, the chairman of Sifang group, contributed to this painting, which is called chaotic times.

Lin Wenwen gently pulled the cuff of the landing depth of field, still in a look of consternation, "the old guy is so rich that you didn't invest in it..."

Lu Jingshen raised his lips slightly and did not speak.

Finally, when the auction ended, Fang moting killed Lu Jingshen all the time. As long as it was the painting he wanted to bid for, Fang moting would surely win. As a result, the fund-raising of this charity auction is quite fruitful, most of which are from the competition of Sifang group.

Finally, Fang moting went to Lu Jingshen with a proud face, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, it seems that you don't get much today."

Lu Jingshen shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "it doesn't matter. If Fang always likes it, just take it."

"Hum!" Fang Mo Ting sneered, then turned and swaggered away from the venue.

Lin Wenzheng is angry about Lu Jingshen's injustice. She turns her eyes and is about to scold Fang moting, the old man who looks very angry. However, she is interrupted by Sheng Sheng and chokes in her heart.

A manager of a government auction came to Lu Jingshen and said with a smile, "Mr. Lu, thanks to your willingness to help, the auction can raise 300 million yuan. You can rest assured that the approval procedures for the reconstruction of the old district in the west of the city will be unimpeded by the government, I promise!"

Lu Jingshen, with a calm look on his face, made a few polite remarks with the man. He was about to turn around and leave, but at the door he saw Tang Xiaoge, who was leaning against the door with a ruffian face.

Tang Xiaoge clapped and said, "it's really Lu Jingshen who deliberately angered Fang moting and made him bid high with you at the auction. In fact, your target is not those broken paintings, but to please the government department that held the auction and pave the way for your own project. It's really brilliant! It's insidious

Lu Jingshen relieved smile, handsome face is still angular. He deliberately took Lin Wenwen's hand, approached Tang Xiaoge, lowered his voice and said, "if it's comparative, maybe it's not me who is insidious, but Fang moting is too stupid!""You --" Tang Xiaoge's words were even more in his throat. He was interrupted by Lu Jingshen. He straightened up and raised his voice. "Fang moting is a fool. He's just angry. He's going to spend hundreds of millions on the company's finance for no reason. In my opinion, your ability is much higher than that of Fang moting. Work hard

Lu Jingshen leads Lin Wenwen to turn around and leave, leaving Tang Xiaoge with anger and clenching her fist