The daily life of the villain's boss and his wife

Chapter 112 Your Name 25
The next day was the day of the Pumpkin Summary Conference.

The Pumpkin Company set the time at ten o'clock in the morning, neither early nor late.

Xin Ai didn't wake up until she was full of sleep, so when Ren Xian knocked on the door to wake her up, she didn't wake up at all.

Originally, there were no seats for the Pumpkin Summary Conference except for those who had the invitation letter.

Xin Ai didn't know where Ren Xian got an invitation letter, or the one next to her seat.

At the same time, Pumpkin Company, as the leader of the Internet literature industry, naturally invited people from the media, and many celebrities also came to the scene.

Then, watching the crowd in front of them walk on the red carpet in dresses, Xin Ai and Ren Xian dressed much simpler, white one-inch shirts and milk pants, or the kind of couples' outfits.

The people guarding the red carpet saw that he was dressed simply. Although he was good-looking, he had never appeared in front of the media, thinking that the two ordinary people hadn't done too many interviews.

However, some photographers saw that the two were good-looking and had a good temperament, so they took a few more photos of them.

Xin Ai and Ren Xian walked into the arena unhindered, found their seats and sat down
Since there was still more than half an hour before the opening, Xin Ai took out her mobile phone and started playing match [-] games to pass the time.

After a while, she felt a hairy head on her shoulder, and turned her head to see that Ren Xian had fallen asleep leaning on her shoulder.

Seeing that Ren Xian's eyes were still a little blue, he didn't know what he was doing last night.

Xin Ai took out the earphones from her bag and plugged them into her mobile phone, put the earplugs into Ren Xian's ears, and played soft pure music on the mobile phone, so as not to wake him up due to too much noise on the court.

Then turn off the game sound and continue playing the game.

A male author sitting next to Xin Ai watched Xin Ai's series of actions, and couldn't help but feel a little sour. He silently ate a mouthful of good dog food, thinking why he couldn't meet such a good girlfriend!
Before I knew it, half an hour passed.

The host stepped onto the stage and began to host the summary meeting.

The host's microphone was so loud that he didn't wake up Ren Xian, and Xin Ai didn't wake him up, just let him fall asleep like this, anyway, this summary meeting has nothing to do with Ren Xian.

Another half an hour passed before Ren Xian woke up leisurely.

He pulled off the earphones in a daze, and the host's microphone instantly frightened him away.

Then he looked at the earphone in his hand, then looked up at Xin Ai, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Ren, you are so kind!"

If it wasn't for the public, Ren Xian would have liked to give his caring Mrs. Ren a sweet treat as a reward, but considering how many people there are now, it's fine.

Xin Ai looked at the rostrum, didn't turn her head to look at him, and just said "hmm" in a low voice.

"Let's invite our author of the best newcomer of the year, Qing Da, to come to the stage to receive the reward!"

When the host read this name, no matter whether it was sitting at the scene or the netizens in the live broadcast room, they all looked forward to it.

I want to see if the author who has made many authors and readers afraid of this update has any tricks!
Ren Xian smiled and said to Xin Ai, "Can I help you get it?"

Forgive Ren Xian's damn possessiveness, he just doesn't want so many people to look at Xin Ai!

Xin Ai could also see what he was thinking, so she nodded in agreement.

Then when the host read the second time, he stood up and walked towards the rostrum.

He stood on the rostrum and took the microphone from the host.

The people at the scene and the people in the live broadcast room sighed as they watched him play.

"Excuse me, are you 'Qing Da'?" the host asked with a smile.

"I'm not," Ren Xian looked at the expressions of the crowd, and said again when the host was about to ask a question, "But my wife is, she is shy, so let me come up for her."

While speaking, he kept looking in a certain direction, his eyes soft and rippling.

The crowd looked in the direction he was looking, but saw nothing.

(End of this chapter)