After the divorce, the CEO begged me to get back together

The dinner was originally to celebrate Song's stock breaking through a new high and successfully becoming the number one business group in Beijing. Song Qian was full of stars as soon as he appeared on the stage, and Tan Zhuo beside him looked no less impressive. There seems to be a tacit understanding between the smiles.

Everyone saw all this, and couldn't help but think about the relationship between the two in their hearts.

In terms of age, Song Qian is young and promising. The Song Group is now in full swing and is on the rise. Who doesn't want to gain a share of the relationship?

After a while, a circle of people surrounded Song Qian and Tan Zhuo.

"President Song is really young and promising. Think about it, I didn't know what I was doing when I was in my 20s."

A well-mannered middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Hey, Lao Jiang, how can you compare yourself with President Song?"

A potbellied man next to him joked with a smile.

Everyone held the stage and laughed, Song Qian didn't answer the words, and his expression was very flat, but Tan Zhuo answered the words with a smile.

"Mr. Liu is a disgrace to our juniors. Those who achieve great things are not in a hurry. Mr. Jiang has been cultivating the catering sector for decades, and his accumulation is just around the corner."

Tan Zhuo spoke calmly, and his tone was very gentle. The expressions of some middle-aged men present at the scene softened a lot, and they looked at Tan Zhuo with a hint of appreciation in their eyes.

Meng Lan stood on the sidelines from a distance. Objectively speaking, Tan Zhuo's appearance was not a big beauty, but her temperament was gentle and intellectual, and she looked very bookish.

In addition, the way she speaks always makes people feel like a spring breeze, and it is easy for people to have a good impression of her.

"Miss Tan is also a rare talent. It is said that she is a doctor who just returned to China two years ago?"

President Jiang was flattered by Tan Zhuo, and praised Tan Zhuo in a courteous manner.

"It's just a few more years of reading, it's not worth mentioning, and I have to learn more from the seniors."

"Miss Tan is so humble. She is young, beautiful and capable. She is a perfect match for Mr. Song."

Mr. Liu said with a smile, but the people around him obviously quieted down after hearing this, waiting for Song Qian's reaction.

Song Qian frowned, but didn't speak.

Tan Zhuo didn't change his expression, he still smiled and shook his head and said.

"Mr. Liu, stop teasing me. I just graduated, and I'm just an intern at the Song Group. Whether I can stay or not depends on what Song Qian wants."

This is very interesting. Song Qian seldom shows his face in public. In recent years, the Song family’s cultural and creative sector in Beijing has been greatly expanded. Projects such as art museum cultural and creative parks have been boldly promoted, and Tan Zhuo is the leader of this sector. The person in charge, the latest new landmark of the city is exactly the handwriting of Tan Zhuo.

But at this time, Tan Zhuo only said that he was an intern at the Song Corporation, and he might not stay, but Song Qian entrusted Tan Zhuo with such an important job, so he valued her very much.

In addition, since Song Qian broke off the engagement with the Qin family, there has never been any scandal, and today is the first time he has brought a female companion to a dinner party. Isn't Tan Zhuo's identity self-evident?

Just as everyone was exchanging eyes with each other, the sound of adjusting the microphone suddenly came.

"Good evening everyone, the dinner is about to begin, please take your seats."

The crowd dispersed one after another.

"Song Qian, they seem to have misunderstood both of us."

Tan Zhuo said to Song Qian with a wry smile.

"They're all irrelevant people, don't care what they say."

Song Qian's temperament seemed to be not too high, he turned and left after saying a few words.

Tan Zhuo looked at Song Qian's back in place, and then left after a long while.

The main person in charge of this dinner was Na Meiqin, who claimed to be Song Qian's mother, and was surrounded by a group of rich wives who wanted to curry favor with her.

She was smiling and talking to the people next to her, when she saw Tan Zhuo approaching from the corner of her eye, she immediately waved to Tan Zhuo to signal her to come over.

"Let me introduce to you my goddaughter Tan Zhuo, who is a top student, a doctoral student who returned from studying in France, majoring in art and design."

Seeing what Na Meiqin said, the rich wives around would not be supportive, and pulling Tan Zhuo was a compliment.

"Miss Tan is so good, Mrs. Qin, you are too worry-free, you picked up a daughter-in-law for nothing."

A lady laughed and complimented.

"Oh, young people have young people's thoughts. Tan Zhuo originally called me godmother. I thought, it would be better if I could get more kisses, wouldn't I?"

Na Meiqin patted Tan Zhuo's hand with a smile while talking, Tan Zhuo didn't refute, just bowed her head and smiled shyly.

The people around are all human beings, so I don't know what these two people mean.

At this time the waiter came to invite everyone to sit down, Na Meiqin took the opportunity to grab Tan Zhuo and whispered in her ear.

"Before the banquet started, I prepared a masquerade ball. I have already arranged someone to cooperate with you. I have prepared clothes for you. You should hurry to change now."

Tan Zhuo nodded, straightened his unruly hair, and walked towards the dressing room.

Everyone was seated, and the dinner was about to begin, but the lights suddenly dimmed, and then a melodious waltz sounded.

"Before the dinner starts, we have prepared a masquerade ball as the opening performance, please enjoy it."

Song Qian frowned and looked at the stage, why didn't he know that there was another show?

The dancers came to Taichung wearing gorgeous dance skirts, and everyone applauded. At this time, a woman in a white gauze skirt wearing a mask inlaid with exquisite jewelry came to the middle of the stage and stood still under the beam of light.

Song Qian glanced casually, but was stunned.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the woman in the middle of the stage looks very familiar.

But the performance had already started, the woman spun gracefully, Song Qian tried his best to follow her, but the lights were dim, and there was a fog made of dry ice on the stage, so he still couldn't see the woman's appearance clearly in the haze.

At the end of a dance, the dancers left the stage one after another. Song Qian watched the woman go away, his heart beating palpitatingly.

After hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't help standing up and walking quickly towards the backstage.

Na Meiqin looked at the back of Song Qian leaving anxiously, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Song Qian was walking in the empty corridor, but when he looked up, he saw the shadow of the white skirt flashing around the corner, and hurriedly chased after him.

After turning the corner, I saw the figure of a woman walking towards the terrace. The silhouette looked very familiar. Is it really her? Has she come back?

Song Qian only felt that his mouth was dry from nervousness, and he couldn't help shouting.

"wait!"

The woman in front paused, turned her head to look in Song Qian's direction, the moonlight was behind her, and the woman's face was blurred.

Song Qian walked towards her step by step, his heart beating violently, he never expected to see her here.

When he walked in front of the woman, he heard a familiar voice.

"Song Qian, why are you here?"