Sorry, I’m late!”

Ye Ningyu was wearing a white evening dress. The trailing skirt made her stumble when walking. Coupled with the pair of white stiletto heels on her feet, she looked like a restrained Cinderella. She didn't feel comfortable wearing it.

Your own princess glass slippers.

She tried hard to hold her breath and her belly, keeping it tight at all times, not because of nervousness or for the best appearance, but simply because she saw the five numbers on the tag in the fitting room just now.

The price of digits.

With this precious fabric, the wearer must choose the so-called slim-fitting style for her, which is called: highlighting the beautiful curves.

If her belly was released all of a sudden and the thread jumped, she didn't know what she could get as compensation.

Looking at Ling Ziyue's character who has been wearing the same clothes for many years, she does not think that this living king of hell will be over by then.

Entering the venue, she finally understood the reason why Ling Ziyue wanted to bring her here. This was a cocktail party. Everyone was dressed brightly and more or less brought one or two delicate flowers to accompany them. They were holding wine glasses and holding wine glasses.

Putting on airs and a condescending attitude, he tried his best to make his smile appear to be in line with his identity, deliberately.

Ye Ningyu didn't understand and didn't dare to ask. Maybe some businessmen like to discuss important matters in such social situations.

She could only follow step by step.

The most damning thing is that just after he lowered his head and thought for a moment, the tall black figure in front of him disappeared.

Ye Ningyu panicked.

She hurriedly picked up her skirt and bowed her head, trying to find a sense of belonging and a moment of peace of mind in the crowd in what she thought was the most inconspicuous posture. Among the many people who seemed to be at ease, she walked in a hurry, with anxiety written on her face.

The beautiful woman is out of place and attracts many people's attention.

Unknowingly, she had become the focus of most of the big shots in the venue.

After their eyes fell on her, everyone was slightly startled, or even more, full of surprise.

is her?

The face that had been retouched by a senior beautician couldn't be said to be exactly the same as Han Muxue's, it could only be said to be the same.

In view of Han Muxue's past popularity and his frequent participation in various dinner parties, everyone present was familiar with the capital leaders.

"Hasn't Han Muxue been missing for five years?"

Ye Ningyu could feel more and more eyes on her, anxiously focused on her. The only thing she could do now was to find Ling Ziyue immediately.

Finally, she saw the tall figure from the back, taller than her in a loose black suit, tall and tall.

She was overjoyed, held up her skirt, and rushed over. She couldn't help but raise her voice a bit, and unknowingly interrupted the conversation of Ling Ziyue and others.

"Mr. Ling!"

Several people all agreed and turned to look at her. Ye Ningyu froze when she saw the man blocked by Ling Ziyue's back.

Her smile was still frozen on her face, and facing that face, which was much less handsome than Ling Ziyue's, she felt a strong sense of oppression.

The other party looked at her with a half-smiling look, his deep eyes lazily raised and half-squinted, sending out a dangerous signal.

Faced with such pressure, Ye Ningyu lowered his head habitually. He didn't know where to place his hands, so he could only hug himself and rub one of his arms vigorously.

At the same time, Ling Ziyue also looked over. The two men collided, making Ye Ningyu's body goosebumps.

She was trembling a little coldly, and every cell in her body automatically activated the defense system to monitor the risk factors in the air at any time.

Time passed as long as a century.

"Mr. Ling, who is this?"

"assistant."

Two words stood out coldly from Ling Ziyue's thin lips.

"Oh, I understand."

There was a hint of teasing in this rising tone.

"Hello, beautiful lady, I am Zhou Ziqi."

Ye Ningyu felt a little uncomfortable for a moment when she looked at the hand that was stretched out to show that she was not familiar with her for the first time but to say hello as a friendly gesture.

It won't work if you don't hold it, because if you hold it, you're afraid of exposing the secret.

Once again, she froze in place like a confused deer.

"Mr. Zhou, please don't embarrass a fledgling girl. Besides, you can't be unclear."

Ye Ningyu also didn't expect that this man who had always been very wary of her would lend a helping hand to her at this time.

Ling Ziyue took advantage of the situation and deliberately took Ye Ningyu into his arms in front of the public.

"After all these years, why would I suddenly bring a woman like this here with me?"

At this moment, Ye Ningyu only felt a little embarrassed.

Facing all kinds of strange eyes from all directions, she could feel the disdainful and unsurprised eyes. Those were the eyes of people in Laozhai who were trading in the underground black market and looking at the women abducted from the interior.

, and there, all women are called "goods".

After doing this this time, she should be able to completely escape from the clutches of her boss and the organization, right?

Thinking about it, the reason why she risked everything to accept this task was to give herself a stable way out for the rest of her life.

Ye Ningyu came to his senses, and the smell of gunpowder in the air became stronger and stronger.

One smiles like a gentleman all the time, with a gentle and harmless look, while the other has a cold eyebrow and a touch of disdain.

This is not the first time such a confrontation has occurred, nor will it be the last.

"Wanwan is like you, I can't keep the cinnabar mole on my heart, so I rub the mosquito blood on my heart."

"People always need an outlet to vent themselves."

"Come to my place for psychological counseling when you have time. My office will always be open to you."

Ling Ziyue sneered, and pushed away the friendly hand Zhou Ziqi put on his shoulder with anger and disgust.

"No need, I don't want to become the second Wang Junsheng."

"Ask everyone here, who doesn't doubt that sending Wang Junsheng to jail was not a good move on your part?"

Ling Ziyue mentioned the name that everyone had kept secret in front of the real owner without any scruples. Everyone turned around, pretending that nothing happened, raised their glasses and clinked their glasses with the people around them, chatting and laughing, just like the 250 NPCs in the novice village in the game.

Indeed, Zhou Ziqi has appeared next to Wang Junsheng, a senior member of the Ling family, for some time.

Although he is just a medical doctor and psychiatrist, Wang Junsheng insists on taking him with him everywhere. The reason behind this abnormal behavior is that after Wang Junsheng committed suicide in prison, he transferred all his shares in the Ling Group to this follower doctor.

Anyone who looks at it and doesn’t say a word must have something going on here.

But on the first day after joining the board of directors, this layman with little industry experience had a good grasp of Ling's operating conditions and could even predict the company's overall strategic plan for the second half of the year.

Also on the same day, Ling Zi, who was sitting in the chairman's seat, felt increasingly lonely.

The group of people sitting below are no longer in the same camp as him.

From then on, he had a deeper impression of Dr. Zhou, who always bowed his head and smiled very flatteringly when he saw him in the past.
Chapter completed!