The hormone breath that belongs to Leng Yu completely covers Luo Xiaojing with his leaning action. Looking at his lips that are closer and closer, Luo Xiaojing doesn't even think about it. As soon as he turns around, the other hand sticks to his face.

"My God, it's marmatine."

The cry of surprise interrupts Leng Yu. Luo Xiaojing uses a little force to twist his pretty face back to the right position.

"Boss, is marmatite natural?" Blinking clear eyes, she slightly unnaturally changed the topic.

He secretly glanced at the God who still refused to let go of her hand. He looked as usual, but his brow was stained with a doting and joyful smile.

"Do you think the ore specimens produced by Royal ornaments are synthetic?"

State switching is also fast, a second back to high cold paralysis, Luo Xiaojing relaxed: "Stirling mountain mining area?"

"Luo Xiaojing, you are a moving Encyclopedia of ore specimens."

Leng Yu's sudden praise is like throwing a sugar into Luo Xiaojing's heart, which sweetens her.

"No, I just have a deep memory of rare minerals."

Modest squeeze out a smile, Luo Xiaojing a pair of eyes are glued on the stage of the red zinc ore.

Red oxygen zinc oxide, hexagonal galaxy, brittle, hardness four.

The intense red makes people excited and exciting, and the strong luster shows the characteristics of its vitality. Marmatite often indicates some unexpected results and surprises. Does the God want to imply something to her?

No, no!

Luo Xiaojing shakes her head and throws the puzzling idea out of her mind.

"Boss, how many rare ore samples will be released?"

See Luo Xiaojing's attention all focused on let her salivate on the crystal ore, the man beside some taste: "almost a dozen pieces."

"Ah, it's a rhythm that I can't get even after fighting for my life."

Luo Xiaojing's disappointed sigh just fell, and Leng Yuquan's hand coughed lightly.

"Boss, do you have a sore throat? Shall I bring you a glass of water? "

Luo Xiaojing didn't see that Leng Yu was reminding her. She sat next to a man who had a mine in her home. She didn't need to rob him at all.

Leng Yu's face suddenly snowed in August: "no need."

Luo Xiaojing's vision did not leave the next ore specimen on display on the stage, but did not look at Leng Yu: "Oh, OK."

So a jewelry God was hit with a knowing blow.

……

The press conference ended and the dinner officially began.

The crystal lamp in the banquet hall dimmed and changed into a romantic dusky yellow. Luo Xiaojing continued to be alone, holding plates and forks to choose delicate tea.

After being introduced by Leng yulongzhong, she is no longer a little-known employee, but a new designer of Royal ornaments. So from time to time, people greet her and call designer Luo, and all kinds of eyes are more and more wandering on her.

The sudden change of her identity made her feel uncomfortable. A macaron was put on the plate in her palm.

"Hi, Luo Xiaojing."

Looking up, Duan Qingyan stood opposite her.

"It's specially made by a special-grade pastry chef from France. You can't eat it. Try it now."

"Thank you."

Hang Mou to see one eye, Luo Xiaojing turns head to look elsewhere.

"You have a beautiful dress that goes well with the theme of today's conference."

Duan Qingyan praised and picked up the red wine on the dining table.

"Your design is also great, and it's the focus of the audience." With that, she handed the wine glass in her hand, "Congratulations, Luo Xiaojing."

"I'm sorry, Miss Duan. I'm allergic to alcohol."

Duan Qingyan picked an eyebrow: "Miss Luo is not willing to have a drink with me?"

"Miss Duan and I don't know each other that well." Under the disguise of Duan Qingyan, she can't be broken into pieces. Why don't you say it sincerely?

"Oh?" Duan Qingyan wantonly smile, "I think I'm quite familiar with you."

After that, her deep eyes turned to Leng Yu, who was not far away.

"Luo Xiaojing, I hope you understand that it's no good to be my enemy."

Luo Xiaojing snorted and laughed: "so what's the advantage of not being your enemy?"

"I said that the Royal ornaments and Leng Yu can give you, but Duan Qingyan and Duan Shi can give you the same."

"Sorry, it's not rare."

Luo Xiaojing is really fed up with it. Before the jewelry exhibition starts, Duan Qingyan starts to trouble her, harassing her again and again.

"You Duan Qingyan's eyes are sharp, and the red wine in his hand is about to pour on Luo Xiaojing.

"Xiaojing."

Just then, a cold voice came.

Duan Qingyan's movements are stiff, and Luo Xiaojing lifts her eyes together.

Leng yukuan came and stood beside Luo Xiaojing with his tall body. His sharp eyes shot at Duan Qingyan: "what can Miss Duan and Duan's family give Luo Xiaojing?"Duan Qingyan's face suddenly changed, and then she laughed and said, "I'm congratulating Miss Luo. By the way, I'll ask if she is interested in working for Duan."

"Not interested." The tone of cold resistance is like refusing a person. Oh no, he will not treat strangers with Duan Qingyan's attitude, because strangers will not disgust him.

Holding the red wine cup, Duan Qingyan's fingertips turned white, but he had to keep a decent smile: "I think you won't give up. Miss Luo is now a designer of Royal decoration."

Leng Yu doesn't say a word, his big hand falls on Luo Xiaojing's shoulder, and he turns to go.

Duan Qingyan rushed to catch up and remind: "it seems that aunt is coming, we..."

"She won't come."

Leng Yu takes Luo Xiaojing to one side.

"It seems that it's Luo Xiaojing. She's the real one."

"Walking on the red carpet together really doesn't mean anything."

"Ah, she's Duan's daughter plus a famous female sculptor. Why doesn't the great God like her?"

Several celebrities who are not far away from Duan Qingyan talk in a low voice. They are swept away by Duan Qingyan's angry eyes and bitterly change the topic.

There's not much time left until the end of the party. It's only Zhou Ya who can save her face. But it's all this time. Why hasn't Zhou ya come yet?

Duan Qingyan takes out her mobile phone and dials Zhou Ya's number. When she hears that she is picked up, she immediately says, "aunt, where are you?"

"It's Xiaoyan." "I'm sorry, Xiao Yan. I'm in the hospital now. I'm not feeling well," he said

"Then you won't come to the press conference?" Realizing that the tone was wrong, she paused and quickly changed her voice, "is that serious? I'll see you in the hospital right now. "

"No, just accompany Leng Yu." Zhou Ya's voice was a little feeble, "Xiao Yan, this is your chance. You should seize it."

Then he hung up.

The blind sound makes Duan Qingyan crazy. Zhou Ya can't come to the press conference. What chance does she have?

But