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    Wan Yun said calmly: "Say you understood what I just said."

    Feng Jian turned to his subordinate and said, "Now run over to the stage and turn off the screen." His tone was calm, but his tone and eyes were full of coldness.

    The subordinate came from a financial background, and careful thinking was originally his biggest characteristic, but in front of this unconventional couple, he obviously forgot about thinking: "Mr. Feng, you are going to give a speech in thirty seconds Boss Lady  She, what should I do?"

    Wan Yun said to Feng Jian: "I have a remote control switch. Now, you just need to tell me that you will accompany me to socialize. It is actually a very simple matter. We are now passengers on the same boat."

    Feng Jian was extremely angry and laughed back: "I'm so lucky that no one in the venue will take this picture and post it immediately on the Internet - in this way, you and I can become the common laughing stock and fool of the whole city. Isn't this you?  Favorite way to become famous?¡±

    Wan Yun nodded: "Technology is not that developed now."

    Uncontrollable swear words poured out of Feng Jian's mouth at an uncontrollable speed: "Twitter! Twitter! Do you fucking know what Twitter is? Turn it off now!!! This is not funny at all!  !¡±

    The subordinate said: "Fifteen seconds, ten seconds¡ª¡ª"

    Wan Yun said calmly: "You just need to tell me that you have understood what I just said¡ª¡ª"

    In the conscience of heaven and earth, the crystal glass in his hand has not been crushed yet. Feng Jian thought it was really the eighth wonder of the world.

    "I understand, I understand, Li Wanyun, I fucking understand! Isn't it just to accompany you to meet guests?!"

    The transaction was successful.

    Wan Yun took out the remote control and prepared the screen to turn to the next page.  At the same time, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, and only the h English trademark of Hongsen Controls appeared correctly next to Feng Jian's name, indicating that it was time for him to take the initiative to step up to the front and start his speech.

    In the dim light, Feng Jian's face was ferocious and his breathing was rapid.  He grabbed the wine glass Wan Yun was holding and drank the red wine in one gulp. Then he roughly thrust the glass to her, pursed his lips and strode onto the stage.

    The subordinate, who was already dripping with cold sweat, suddenly came to his senses: "Mr. Feng, you didn't bring your speech -"

    Wan Yun comforted him: "He has already prepared it perfectly. Impromptu speech is not a problem."

    There was gentle applause behind the two of them. Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "I seem to have missed a good show?"

    In the midst of the quarrel just now, no one paid attention to his arrival.

    At this moment, the subordinate turned around and said in astonishment: "Mr. Zhou?" He looked at the boss's wife, who was as beautiful as a peach but as poisonous as a snake or a scorpion, and was still a little stunned.  Seeing that the two of them seemed to be talking to each other, the subordinate finally came to his senses and turned around to leave.

    Zhou Yu walked up to her and said with some surprise, "Yun, you really haven't changed at all."

    Nothing has changed.

    She has a face that is astonishingly beautiful without any pretentious words, coupled with an indifferent, cunning and unconventional temperament - that day Wanyun was standing leaning against the flowers, and when her face changed, the roses were completely reduced to a foil.  When looking at people, they would only look at them once, not bothering to look again, and then gently look away.

    Zhou Yu has been handling the relationship between men and women and romantic affairs in a low-key manner for many years, and he knows a lot about people.  However, he has seen people with more beautiful looks, colder personalities, and more arrogant conduct, but he can never find anyone who is more worthy of the three-character "eldest lady" than Wanyun.

    Wan Yun still looked at Feng Jian who had already started speaking on the stage. He only frowned slightly at first, and then returned to expressionless.

    Zhou Yu looked at her for a long time: "What three years did you say just now?"

    Wan Yun finally turned around and said coldly: "It seems that you haven't missed the show, so it must not be difficult to keep quiet in the audience."

    Warm applause suddenly sounded around the two of them, interrupting Feng Jian's speech.  The man on the stage paused politely and then spoke of his ambitions.

    When the atmosphere was quiet again, Zhou Yu said warmly: "I thought I was wrong last time. So, I don't want to pursue you, I just want you to come back."

    Wan Yun¡¯s reaction was to raise the Burgundy glass in his other hand.  The red wine was like beads, and she poured it all onto the smooth floor.

    Before attracting more attention, she placed two empty wine glasses side by side on the table, lifted her skirt and left.

    The undercurrent at the banquet has always been difficult for the speaker to capture.

    The only meaning of that night for Feng Jian was to achieve the first glorious milestone in the social journey that he had always ignored.

    His impromptu speech was very exciting. Even before the banquet was over, it was posted on the Internet by troubled people and received constant praise.  While accompanying Wanyun to socialize with those noble women, Feng Jian was surprised to find outPresented as a married man, he gained wide popularity among the high-end market of middle-aged and older women.

    Being taciturn is regarded as steady, embarrassment is regarded as shy, inarticulate is regarded as reliable, and blunt attitude is easily ignored - Feng Jian is not sure whether he misses Ms. He Long more.  And just when many women asked him how he worked so hard because of his crush on Wanyun, Feng Jian became famous.  He forgot Wanyun's instructions and refused to answer the question stiffly.

    But the minister's wife looked at him and smiled, and sighed: "Look at our Xiao Feng, every time he mentions Wanyun, his face turns red. Lang Qing, concubine, what are you embarrassed about? This is great, I should marry someone like you."  Young man. When I choose a son-in-law for my daughter in the future, I will have to choose someone like this¡ª¡ª"

    Before the useless and foolish enthusiasm of middle-aged and elderly women overwhelmed him again, Feng Jian wisely followed the actions of Han Emperor Gaozu.  However, this was not leisurely. Outside the public washroom, a well-dressed girl came to his side, smelling the aroma.

    "Hi." She said generously and put her fingers on his arm.

    Feng Jian was rubbing his fingers that had been stained by the middle-aged woman under the running water. He felt that the behavior of the person in front of him was also extremely rude. He frowned and avoided it: "Who are you?"

    The young girl looked at the ring that Feng Jian had temporarily placed on the table, and said softly: "Mr. Feng is so proud today, he must have forgotten the past."

    Hearing this name, Feng Jian frowned again and looked up in the mirror to see who was coming.  The girl was wearing heavy makeup, and underneath all the makeup was a young face that looked vaguely familiar.  It was Hongying, Wanjin¡¯s good friend.

    Hong Ying smiled half-heartedly: "It seems that his memory is not too bad, but it's a pity that he has no sense of morality and is still a garbage man."

    Feng Jian was silent for a moment: "How is Wan Jin living abroad?"

    Hong Ying sneered: "Do you still care about her? Do you still feel guilty? Your heart has been seduced by that vixen Wan Yun. You were originally using Wan Jin¡ª¡ª"

    "Why should I feel guilty? It wasn't me who proposed to cancel the marriage." Feng Jian said coldly.

    Hong Ying was suffocated and just stared at him.

    Until now, Feng Jian¡¯s impression of Wan Jin is really vague.  The well-intentioned little girl who was less than half her body ten years ago, the pale girl whom she met briefly a few times before the engagement, the ex-fianc¨¦e who ran away in a hurry after the engagement ceremony - each time she appeared in a hurry and left in a hurry.

    "Compared with the entire Li family, who are good at winning by surprise, it is indeed difficult for the relatively normal little sister to leave a deeper impression on Feng Jian.  As for the advanced emotion of guilt - if material compensation can be made, Feng Jian thinks it is unnecessary.

    He wiped his hands and put on the ring: "If she has any needs or difficulties, she can call me."

    Hongying thought for a while: "I am very lonely abroad now, very lonely, and I need someone to accompany me very much¡ª¡ª"

    Feng Jian cut her off impatiently: "What I mean is, if I can do something for her, let her call me again. If Wanjin just misses home, she has her own family." He finally turned his indifferent gaze  Turning around in the mirror, he looked at the girl in front of him who didn't look like a girl or a woman, and said, "As for Wan Jin, I'm just an outsider, so it doesn't matter. They have been sisters for many years, and their relationship will not be affected by me."

    Hong Ying was trembling with anger, thinking that this person was deliberately provoking, so she stepped forward angrily and tried to slap him down with her palms, but Feng Jian caught him with his sharp eyes and quick hands.

    Feng Jian lowered her face and held the other person's hand: "I remember that you once beat Li Wanyun?"

    Hong Ying sneered: "Why, you didn't avenge her back then, and now you're here? Isn't it too late?"

    Feng Jian said one word at a time: "Because at that time, Li Wanyun was not my wife yet."

    Hong Ying wanted to retort, but she only felt that the man's one hand was like an iron grip on her, unable to move at all.  She stubbornly remained silent, but her eyes wandered unsteadily, and she only bit her lip but did not speak again.

    ¡°Aren¡¯t you afraid that I¡¯ll call you an indecent rude person?¡± He held on.

    Feng Jian just stared at her in silence, that look was not careless teasing, but indifference that didn't care at all.  Hong Ying only felt that in this atmosphere, she really began to be afraid.  Feng Jian was different from the men from the upper class that Hong Ying was familiar with. He had a kind of indifference, but he also had a kind of fierceness with a sense of alienation.

    When she was finally about to scream in fright, the other party suddenly let go of her and said coldly: "Forget it, I've seen too many Li Wanyun. I can't do anything to someone like you - let's go, don't be brave in the future, grow up."  Brain.¡±

    After the girl quickly grabbed the bag and ran away, Feng Jian made sure that no one was around, and finally opened the door next to her: "Besides eavesdropping, what else are you going to do, Li Wanyun?" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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