Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Yan Rusheng didn't think much about it, and based on her own impression of Chen Yuxi, she said, "She has a bad image."

Xu Xu pursed his lips and suppressed his grievances, but he couldn't control his stubbornness.

She said unconvinced: "The list of guests to be invited two months ago is set, and it is signed and approved by the president."

Yan frowned and raised the pitch. "Now I say change."

Xuxu held her breath, trembling slightly, and adjusted for a second or two before she pressed down the sourness in her heart, nodded towards the words, and calmly echoed ‘OK’.

Then she suddenly got up, glanced at all the people in the conference room, and said lightly: "Everyone, I still have something to do, let's go first. As for the change of guests that President Yan said, the public relations department will just handle it. "

After speaking, she turned away without looking at her expression, holding her things.

"Pha" Yanru looked at the stubborn back, and threw the pen in his hand angrily.

The handsome face was shrouded in haze.

The atmosphere in the conference room was so tense that even breathing had to be considered, and everyone's heart mentioned his throat.

Chen Yuxi, when we first heard the name, everyone was curious, always saying how to make a substitution.

When Wen Xuxu quarreled with him, everyone remembered that the source of the two recent conflicts between them was the boss supporting the female musician Fang Jiayin at the gate of the Kyoto Grand Theater.

At that time, it was Chen Yuxi who played the big name with Miss Fang.

Now bosses are not public or private, so Chen Yuxi has to be replaced. If they are boss ladies, they will not be happy.

That's true.

"Adjourn."

Yan Ruyan pulled the collar irritably, his tall body suddenly stood up, the range of motion was too large, and the chairs behind him were knocked over by his legs.

Everyone trembled, holding their breath one by one, watching him leave.

Yan Rusheng returned to the office, and Wen Xuxu had left.

The table is neatly packed.

‘I ’ll go out after a while, and help me push my work back…’

He paused for a moment in a position parallel to the desk of Xu-Huo, and suddenly remembered the call he received when Xu-Huo got out of the car, saying that she would go out after the meeting.

It turned out that he was no longer angry with him.

...

After dealing with the traffic accident in the morning, it is time for lunch to come out of the traffic police team.

The final result of this dispute is no suspense, and the BMW female car owner is fully responsible.

Surveillance revealed that she hit it intentionally.

And the face of Mrs. Rongsheng's boss, who dares to blame her for such a small traffic dispute?

Someone from the 4S shop drove her car for repair, and she took a taxi to the roadside.

Standing in the cold wind, she wrapped her coat tight, and her face was flushed red.

The cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang.

Taking a look, the number on the caller ID surprised her, Charles.

What did he call her for? Is it because of work?

Xu Xu answered with a phone call in his ears, puzzled, "Hello Charles."

"Um, are you here in Kyoto?"

"That's my pleasure."

"it is good."

While on the phone with Charles, she stopped in a taxi.

After hanging up, he said to the driver, "Go to the World Trade Center."

...

The taxi is parked in the taxi drop-off area on the 1st floor of the Kyoto World Trade Center.