She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

"Mr. Wu, Manager Meng, we meet again."

The clear voice brought me back from my thoughts. I looked at Feng Wenting's beautiful red and phoenix eyes and didn't answer for a while.

Wu Ling said quickly, "Am I right? Isn't this Miss Feng?"

"It turns out that we all know each other," Dean Zhang explained without smelling the strange magnetic field between the three of us: "Wen Ting came to the signing ceremony as an outstanding graduate representative this time. She is not very old. But all the results are excellent, and he is a talented person. As a senior, Mr. Wu has to teach me a lot."

The words “outstanding graduate representative” have a profound meaning.

Also, Feng Wenting could donate three million to Nanjing University casually, and no one would be polite to him.

I smoothed things over calmly: "As a rising star, Ms. Feng is to be feared."

During the greetings, the old dean turned his eyes and looked behind Wu Ling and me. Then he walked over politely and said as he walked: "This is the light of our NTU."

I glanced curiously, and then I realized that Zhou Hanzhi and Lin Xixi were standing behind us at some point.

During the conversation between the bosses, Wu Ling and I stood aside knowingly.

She glanced at me, gestured with her hand to mark the distance between Feng Wenting and Yan Dong, and whispered, "Why do I feel like she's here with bad intentions?"

I watched the little girl follow the pace of the harsh winter, and then recalled the scene that day at the entrance of the parking lot, and said, "Don't forget that she is a representative of the school."

Wu Ling pouted: "The school representative bought for three million."

While he was complaining, the staff came over to remind him that the signing ceremony was about to start and invited several leaders to come on stage.

As the second in command, I stepped aside and found an inconspicuous place to sit down.

At this time, Yan Dong came over and asked, "The school-enterprise cooperation has been successfully launched. Why don't you seem unhappy?"

I glanced at the tender pink figures milling around the dessert table and asked, "Has the school's internship list come out?"

"Not yet," Yan Dong looked at me doubtfully and asked, "The department has voted on this."

I calmly looked away and heard Yan Dong teasing again: "But no matter what, as the person in charge, I will inevitably cause a lot of trouble to Manager Meng in the future."

I immediately responded: "Professionally, you and I are on par, and I'm not as good as you in terms of documentation and regulations. Who is causing trouble to whom?"

"Wow, being praised so much by the number one in my grade makes me dizzy." Yan Dong covered his chest, "My heart almost jumped out of my throat."

Yan Dong was still wearing a brown suit today, paired with his silver-rimmed glasses. He looked polite and courteous, but this man, who looked at the gentleman seriously, actually covered his heart in an exaggerated manner at this second, with a kind of The inexplicable contrast is cute.

The corners of my mouth curled up, and I couldn't help laughing.

"So you two are here," a sweet voice suddenly interrupted, "Sister Nanxu, there will be a group waltz performance later. You and Professor Yan must have a part."

I looked up and saw Lin Xixi straightening her skirt, looking ready to go.

Yes, Wu Ling said that tonight's event will include ballroom dancing.

"Ah? Waltz performance?" Feng Wenting came over from the right side with desserts in hand and said happily: "Then I'll join in the fun."

Lin Xixi glanced at Feng Wenting and asked, "Has Miss Feng chosen your dance partner?"

Feng Wenting rolled her eyes, jumped in front of Yan Dong in two steps, and said, "Teacher Yan, can I ask you to dance later?"

Yan Dong looked startled and looked at me for the first time, with a hint of confusion in his eyes: "Where is Wu Ziyao, who is in the same class as you? Wasn't he the vice-captain of the dance club before?"

"But Wu Ziyao has a sweetheart," Feng Wenting blinked her beautiful red phoenix eyes and said in a coquettish tone: "It's not suitable to dance with Teacher Yan."

"actually, I……"

"I know," Feng Wenting interrupted Yan Dong, pouted and said, "You just dislike me."

Like a doll that couldn't get its favorite candy, Feng Wenting actually cheated on Yan Dong in front of several people.

Yan Dong sighed and said, "Okay, just dance a section."

After receiving the reply, Feng Wenting stood up with a smile and said innocently: "This matcha mousse is good. Teacher Yan, please wait, I will get you a piece."

After she finished speaking, she disappeared in a flash.

"It seems that Miss Feng has a very good relationship with Professor Yan," Lin Xixi looked at me and said with emotion, "But Sister Nan Xu, where is your dance partner?"

Yan Dong looked at me awkwardly when he heard this, and I said quietly: "Don't the class committee know? A person with uncoordinated limbs like me can't touch something as elegant as dancing."

While we were chatting, waltz music was already playing in the hall, beautiful notes were floating around us, and guests coming and going began to drag their partners to the dance floor.

Lin Xixi looked at Zhou Hanzhi coming down from the stage, and walked over with the hem of her skirt in hand.

"Sorry Nan Xu, I..."

"Go ahead, I also want to appreciate the graceful dance of the computer dance king."

Yan Dong shook his head helplessly: "That was my classmates making fun of me. Nan Xu, you can't take it seriously."

"I hope the King of Dance will shock the whole audience."

In the middle of the waltz prelude, Yan Dong took Feng Wenting's hand and entered the dance floor. As a social queen, Wu Ling had already chosen a dance partner among the guests, while Zhou Hanzhi and Lin Xixi were also eager to dance amidst the cheers of the crowd.

The atmosphere is quite harmonious.

Just as I was holding the dessert to my mouth, a strange voice sounded in my ears: "Ms. Meng, we meet again."

I looked up and saw a man in a light blue dress standing in front of me with a shy face. He seemed to be in his twenties and looked quite good.

"My name is Zhang Tingyuan, we...we met at Han Shuo's art exhibition."

In fact, I had no impression, but to be polite, I said hello anyway.

Zhang Tingyuan rubbed his palms and stood still.

I looked at him and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Zhang Tingyuan glanced at me, suddenly stretched out his right hand like a gentleman, bowed and said, "Miss Meng, can I ask you to dance?"

My mouthful of dessert got stuck in my throat.

Judging by his appearance, Zhang Tingyuan must have not graduated from college yet. I really can’t bear this immature style.

"My friends are all watching," Zhang Tingyuan reminded me in a low voice with his head lowered when I didn't say anything, "Please, otherwise they will all laugh at me."

The tone of his words reminded me of Yuan Tianye.

"But I don't have much talent in dancing..." I told the truth, "Aren't you afraid of making other jokes?"

"It's okay. I have coordinated limbs and have some talent in dancing."

My younger brother said so, and I didn’t want to offend the kid, so I stretched out my right hand and put it on the boy’s hand.

Zhang Tingyuan led me onto the dance floor.

But when we entered the queue, I unexpectedly discovered that on the left were Zhou Hanzhi and Lin Xixi.

"The first two chapters have been revised"