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

After getting in the car, Wu Ling dug out the call records. One of the callers with the note "Zhang Gou" had a call with Wu Ling an hour ago.

"He said he came back to do something important," Wu Ling said weakly, his eyelids drooping, "He asked me to hold a reception banquet for him."

If you can write the notes like this, I guess the divorce between the two is not a happy reunion, but Zhang Jiahao actually asked his ex-wife to hold a wedding banquet for him, which is really hard to understand.

"Then what are your plans?"

"With his status, why does he need me to take care of him?" Wu Ling curled his lips, "Song Feng has already booked a private room for him in Vienna, and oh, he even invited me."

"So you agreed?"

"Why don't you agree?" Wu Ling sat up straight, raised his chin and said, "My aunt is not only going to go, but she also wants to go beautifully. Xu Xu, you must support me."

Although I don’t know the grudge between Wu Ling and Zhang Jiahao, I know that there has always been a thorn in Wu Ling’s heart. As long as this thorn lasts for a day, it will be difficult for her to reconcile with the past.

I smiled and held her hand and said, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

In the next two or three hours, we two women wandered between trying on dresses and changing dresses.

At the end of the toss, Wu Ling chose a Hong Kong-style retro dark red V-neck sleeveless tunic dress. The back was cut to the bottom, revealing the woman's delicate butterfly valley and sexy back, paired with her big Wavy hair truly explains what it means to be charming.

Such a difficult-to-wear red color was always the one that was highlighted when it was put on Wu Ling.

"Is it okay?" Wu Ling stepped on the CL point-toe shoes on his feet and hesitated: "Am I beautiful?"

This was the first time I saw her trembling.

"It's perfect," I said as I put on her lipstick. "It's perfect."

Wu Ling held her head high and said, "Then tonight, my aunt will be obsessed with those dog men."

At 7:30, Wu Ling and I drove to the presidential private room in Vienna. When we pushed the door open and entered, I could clearly feel the eyes of two pairs of people.

"Who are these two beauties? I've never seen them before."

"Did you go to the wrong box?"

"It doesn't matter if you go in the wrong direction. You two, would you like to come in for a drink?"

Wu Ling looked at the young master who came forward to show his courtesy and said coldly: "Where is Zhang Jiahao?"

"Looking for Brother Hao?" The young master's face was stunned, and he sneered: "It's a pity, Brother Hao already has a wife, beauty, you'd better give up on this idea."

Wu Ling pinched the hem of her skirt and said harmoniously: "My aunt is here to pick him up. With his appearance, I wouldn't even take a second look when he puts him on my bed."

Perhaps because his words were too bold, the young master immediately changed his face and said coldly: "Who are you? How dare you say that to our brother Hao?"

"Miss Meng?" A clear voice sounded in my ears, "Why are you here?"

The person speaking was actually Zhang Tingyuan, who was wearing a tuxedo.

Wait, Zhang Jiahao, Zhang Tingyuan?

"I forgot to tell you," Wu Ling coughed slightly and explained, "According to seniority, Zhang Jiahao has to call this handsome guy uncle."

I looked at Wu Ling in disbelief and whispered, "Why are you saying it now?"

"Wouldn't it be better to have Zhang Gou call you aunt?"

I coughed dryly, looked at Zhang Tingyuan who was getting closer and closer, and said, "Then does he know that you are her ex-niece-in-law?"

"Mr. Zhang has a great reputation and has married four wives in total. This is the sixth eldest son, so he is a son of old age," Wu Ling complained in a low voice, "I just came of age this year, and I have never met Zhang Jiahao even a few times."

I forced out a smile and greeted Zhang Tingyuan: "What a coincidence."

"Hey, isn't this Wu Damei?" Song Feng's voice suddenly broke in, "Oh, she looked very beautiful today. Oh, what a pity."

"Who is the beautiful woman next to you?"

The low and hoarse tone was in my ears, and I looked around and saw a handsome man in a light-colored suit standing not far away, holding a glass of cocktail in his hand, nodding slightly, acting gentlemanly and polite.

But there was a hint of cruelty hidden in those eyebrows.

Similar eyebrows to Zhou Hanzhi.

In an instant, I recognized the identity of this person, Zhou Pinzhi, the only son of the second oldest son of the Zhou family.

My nails dug into my palms, and I bit down hard on the grooves before forcing myself to smile.

"Miss Meng?"

When I raised my eyes again, Zhang Tingyuan had already carefully handed me a cocktail and said, "This tastes good, try it."

Wu Ling joked: "Classmate Zhang is quite considerate, or should I say that you old Zhang family are all so meticulous."

Zhang Tingyuan didn't hear the teasing in Wu Ling's mouth. After politely thanking him, he suddenly looked to the left and said, "Tonight's protagonists are here."

Wu Ling and I followed Zhang Tingyuan's gaze and saw a man and a woman walking towards each other. The man was wearing a black suit, but also a dazzling floral shirt. His thick black hair was combed back, with a trendy style. Men's little wolf tails give people the impression of being unruly and unruly.

The girl standing next to him was the complete opposite. She was wearing a simple but high-quality white dress, with long hair hanging over her shoulders. She looked gentle but eye-catching at first glance.

One is black and the other is white, one is arrogant and unruly, the other is as gentle as water.

"Gu Wantong," I heard Wu Ling say word by word, "Zhang Jiahao's White Moonlight."

When I looked back, I saw Wu Ling holding her handbag tightly, her fingertips turning white.

"Brother Hao is here with his sister-in-law," Song Feng walked forward like a dog-legger, "Why don't you all welcome us with applause?"

The whistles, ribbons, and the sudden explosion of sequined fireworks all showed how much everyone welcomed Zhang Jiahao, but Wu Ling pursed his lips tightly and stood motionless.

Finally, Zhang Jiahao looked over, and the next second, the man curled his lips and walked towards Wu Ling casually.

"Long time no see, how are you?"

There was a unique ABC tone in Zhang Jiahao's tone. He greeted Wu Ling with a smile, but for some reason, I smelled a smell of gunpowder between the two of them.

Wu Ling combed his hair and said with a smile: "Okay, very good."

"You came here specially to pick up the wind for me?"

"Yes," Wu Ling glanced at the waiter at the door, winked, and said, "This is for you."

When the waiter placed the vintage wine of Chateau Lafite on Zhang Jiahao's hand, the man gently weighed it and said, "See, you will only welcome me verbally. She is the only one who remembers to bring me a gift."

When everyone saw this, they didn't dare to say a word. Wu Ling smiled and said, "We're just a husband and wife, so you're welcome."

Wu Ling and I left without taking a sip of the wine from the Jie Feng Banquet. We got in the car. The proud peacock lowered his head and leaned on the back of the chair in sadness.

I started the car, and soon I heard sobbing from the passenger seat.

I handed over the tissue box and heard Wu Ling say: "Xuxu, I lost, I still lost..."

"I think you performed very well today," I comforted her, "decent and generous."

"What's the use of dignity? Didn't that bastard Zhang Jiahao still not choose me?" Wu Ling wiped off his crying makeup and said, "You also saw how gentle he was when he looked after Gu Wantong."

"Do you still care about him?"

"No," Wu Ling sniffed and said aggrievedly, "As long as I think about this bitch running out to find his Bai Yueguang on our wedding night, there is nothing I can't let go of."

Wedding night?

"So Xu Xu," Wu Ling stared ahead and said as if he had made up his mind, "I'm going to officially start my new life."

After she finished speaking, she took out her compact box and touched up her makeup seriously.

"Is not you going home?"

"My aunt is so beautiful today, wouldn't it be a pity to go back like this," Wu Ling grinned and reminded me, "Xu Xu, don't waste your good years for a dog man."

Wu Ling and I separated at the entrance of the Hilton Hotel.

Watching her walk into the hotel lobby with her skirt in hand, I actually felt a sense of respect.

Only those who have experienced it understand how difficult it is to say goodbye to the past.

Can I do that too?

Early the next morning, I went to work at the company as usual. After assigning tasks to the interns, I hurried back to the office.

This work lasted until noon.

When I passed Lin Xixi's office, I realized that she was not there.

After asking Xiaoya, Xiaoya said seriously: "Manager Lin said that the fever has not gone away, so I asked for sick leave."

I didn't care at first, but I didn't expect that her invitation lasted three days in a row.

Wang Jia couldn't bear it anymore and came to complain to me: "I didn't reply to the emails I sent. She is sick, not disabled. If this continues, the progress of the project will definitely be delayed."

Although Chen Shuyao didn't say anything, she seemed to be complaining.

I couldn't figure it out for a while, and after much thought, I took the fruit basket and went to the hospital.

It was afternoon, and there were not many people in the corridor. As I approached the ward, I heard Zhao Hongmei's voice.

"You're unwell, what can they do to you? The project belongs to the company, we'll wait until the end to see who will follow suit!"

I frowned slightly and heard Lin Xixi say again: "What if the general meeting of shareholders at the end of the month is delayed?"

"It's just a delay. If Zhou Hanzhi is to blame, blame your boss. You're just the person in charge, you can't bear any responsibility!"

I stopped at the door, suddenly speechless, and heard Lin Xixi whisper: "But Hanzhi has been under a lot of pressure recently. If I delay his affairs, and he will have objections to me, we... "

"So you have to hurry up. The best time for a man to talk is in bed. Take advantage of the fact that he comes to the hospital in the past two days and hand him over..." Zhao Hongmei said in an urgent tone, "If it doesn't work, we..."

The more I listened, the more I felt something was wrong.

"Mom, I'd like to, but look, I've been lying here for two days, and except for asking his assistant to come over to bring some food, there's no one around." Lin Xixi's sigh came through the crack in the door. "Did he notice that I pretended to be drunk last time?"