"I'm sorry, Leng Yu."

Not boss, but Leng Yu.

Luo Xiaojing called her name for the first time, but she refused him.

"It's between you and me. Don't tell mom..." Luo Xiaojing turned down the volume and saw that there was no one around. Then he said, "threaten me with my mother and my secret."

A beam of light happened to move to Luo Xiaojing's pure little face. She gently breathed and pulled out a smile: "boss, then I will continue to watch the jewelry exhibition."

Can she be so relaxed and happy by refusing him?

Luo Xiaojing just turned around, and his wrist was caught by Leng Yu.

The more she broke free, the more tightly he held her.

Luo Xiaojing twisted his eyebrows: "boss..."

The multimedia is still there, and the guests' eyes are drifting towards her and Leng Yu intentionally or unintentionally. Duan Qingyan may also be standing in a corner, staring at Luo Xiaojing.

She immediately twisted down, let Leng Yu and she are facing the display cabinet.

Others can only see the back of Luo Xiaojing and Leng Yu, but the very close distance makes them more intimate.

"Let go first, will you?"

"Where will you hide if you let go?"

“BOSS！”

"Didn't you call me Leng Yu just now?"

The jewels in the display cabinet reflect the dazzling light, while the men beside them are like thunder, with sharp light in their eyes.

"Can't you accept it?"

"Why?"

"There's no more reason for that." Luo Xiaojing blushed, "don't like it, just don't like it!"

"You lie!"

"I didn't!"

"What did Duan Qingyan say to you?"

Luo Xiaojing a Zheng, suddenly fade the small face of blood color, too late to cover up.

"I don't want to get involved with you!" She growled and complained, "I just want to design and carve quietly. You are your God and famous female sculptor. Don't involve me."

"Luo Xiaojing, do you still don't understand? The person involved is not you, but Duan Qingyan."

"She's your fiancee!"

“BOSS。” Xinyi didn't know when she stood beside them. She didn't want to disturb them, but the problem was a little tricky.

Attached to the cold Royal ear whispered a few words, Luo Xiaojing vaguely heard what old lady, Duan Zhenghao.

Without waiting for Xin Yi to finish, Leng Yu's face suddenly changed color: "really?"

"I've confirmed it. The old lady went to change it herself."

"Nonsense!"

Leng Yu still holds Luo Xiaojing and refuses to let go. He glances at her and has to let go: "I'll talk about you when I come back."

Leng Yu clutches a circle of shallow red marks between his wrists. Luo Xiaojing turns his wrists slightly painful and follows Leng Yu who leaves the exhibition hall.

Another figure followed closely. The pretty figure was Duan Qingyan?

Take back eyes, Luo Xiaojing self mocking hook lips.

She's a little worried.

……

Luo Xiaojing and Xin Yi did not attend the thank you banquet at noon.

Both of them are tired. Xin Yi is physically, while Luo Xiaojing is psychologically.

Lunch was settled in the hotel restaurant. After a short rest, Xinyi's mobile phone began to ring.

"Yes, four o'clock. The time doesn't change."

"The order of the guests is not changed, just the boss's female companion..."

Xinyi does not have deep meaning to look at Luo Xiaojing, cover the receiver, quickly walked out of the room.

Leng Yu's female companion has long been Luo Xiaojing, and the two men on the red carpet are also the finale. Unexpectedly, Zhou Ya finds the red carpet host to modify the list without authorization, and Leng Yu's female companion becomes Duan Qingyan.

If she hadn't found out in time, I don't know how much trouble she would have caused.

It's just that Xin Yi doesn't know who Leng Yu's final female companion is.

"Wait, boss will contact me later."

Just then, Leng Yu's phone call came in.

Xinyi immediately hung up the other side: "boss."

For a moment, she twisted her eyebrows and exclaimed, "just a segment of smoke..." Glancing at Luo Xiaojing in the room, Xin Yi goes further, "why, boss?"

How much Leng Yu hates Duan Qingyan. Xin Yi knows better than anyone. She thinks Leng Yu will change the list back. How can she expect

"You don't need Luo Xiaojing to walk on the red carpet, do you?"

One blast of thunder has not yet been completely digested, and another blast of thunder has not revived Xinyi for a long time.

How can Lengyu's wind direction change so thoroughly? It's not normal.

"Good boss, I'll make it clear to her."

Cell phone take up line back to the room, Xinyi face a little strange. But she is Leng Yu's assistant. She has to do well what Leng Yu tells her. She raises a smile and says to Luo Xiaojing, "boss says you don't want to go on the red carpet.""Yes."

It's Luo Xiaojing's request?

I always feel that things are not so simple, but I can't ask.

"Boss agreed, but you have to attend as an audience."

"Good."

Leng Yu still let her watch him walk on the red carpet with Duan Qingyan.

Sour and astringent, Luo Xiaojing looked down at Leng Yu's wrist, a circle of red seal has disappeared, but his eyes are unconsciously red.

Soon, the makeup artist who was responsible for Luo Xiaojing's modeling arrived at the hotel room.

The dress is still that dress, but Luo Xiaojing's mood is different from that when he tries it on.

Xinyi began to answer the phone endlessly, as if everything had to be arranged by her. When her mobile phone finally stopped ringing, it was almost time.

"Luo..."

"Assistant Xin, do you think so?"

The makeup artist turns the chair, and Luo Xiaojing, who is quite different from usual, appears in front of Xinyi.

She Leng for a moment, wrinkled into a ball of eyebrows, as if suddenly pushed away by the sunny day: "very can."

Xinyi immediately contacted the driver and rushed to the press conference.

Along the way, her mobile phone began to ring again and again. After explaining one by one, they also arrived at the press conference.

The powerful media has seized the best shooting place, and the long guns and short guns set up are always at the end of the red carpet.

"The entrance to the press conference is there." Xinyi pointed to a direction, "after the end of the red carpet, you can go in from there. There will be a brief introduction of full of designers at the press conference. Then I will be by your side. You don't have to be nervous."

Just after the explanation, Xinyi was dragged aside by the staff to do other things.

At the end of the red carpet, there was a lot of noise at this time.

The first one to appear is song Zhiyi, the national goddess of this year's Royal decoration. When she got off the car, she gave a gentle smile and raised her hand, killing a large number of fans.

Hoarse shouting overshadowed the sound of the shutter, followed by many big stars and industry bigwigs.

"Look, that's Jiang Bei. I look better than the camera."

"That's Zhang chunjia, an asian designer of van Yabao."

"I wipe! Chen Weiwei's legs are so long. "

Fans are crazy, and the media are crazy too. In the noisy support, I don't know who yelled: "the big God is coming!"

Luo Xiaojing looks for a voice. At the end of the red carpet, Duan Qingyan takes Leng Yu's arm and stands there like a beautiful man and a beautiful woman