Cosmetics company PR

In September, the weather in Shanghai has cooled down, and Qiu Yunting, the daughter of the Minister of Commerce, came to Shanghai from Beijing, making it clear that "drunk women don't mean to travel".Accepted by Zhan Bo's warm invitation, she gave up the JW Marriott, which was a must for travel, and directly lived in Zhan's villa.

Zhan Yifei and Qiu Yunting studied in Australia together, but they didn't establish much friendship as classmates.Zhan Yifei didn't like this girl very much at the beginning, no matter how many earnest and enthusiastic eyes the other party cast on him, he would always give the most chilling response.

But at this moment, he was living at home, no matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't completely turn a blind eye to the extra girl who had appeared for no reason.

What's more, he is not in the state of anywhere recently, and his heart seems to have fallen from the first leaf of autumn, shrouded in the mood of being at a loss and helpless.

He saw Fang Funong just now, and it was precisely because he saw him that he quickly let Lao Xia drive away.He doesn't want to see him yet.He had no intention to find out whether Ye Huanjun was one of the women who besieged his mother back then, nor did he have any intention to speculate on the implication of Li Hui's words.

But he was sure that Fang Fu Nong must have known that there was such an intersection between them, otherwise he would not have asked himself where he lived, and would not have called him by his previous name so affectionately on the bed. He did not like this kind of The feeling of being completely seen through and mastered by a lover is like when I run around naked, but you look at me like a joke.

In the past few days, the president of Miya has often entertained the daughter of the minister of commerce, and now he is rushing out with a tennis racket to keep an appointment.From the beginning to the end, Zhan Yifei's attitude is still not enthusiastic enough, his expression is often blank, and his eyes are often wandering, but Qiu Yunting doesn't seem to mind, not only doesn't mind, if Zhan Yifei nods at this time, she is willing to steal her account. Ask the other party to argue for evidence.

Girls are sometimes too easily confused by appearances, as if the handsome side face with earrings shining in the sun has heralded her happiness in this life.

The girl waited in the timid autumn wind, and when she saw him, she smiled and greeted him.To be honest, Qiu Yunting is not ugly, not as "Yasha-like" as he joked with his sister, even if she is thrown in the most prosperous area of ​​Shanghai, she will not be easily overwhelmed by the beautiful girls on the street.

Qiu Yunting did not travel alone this time, but also brought a few friends, a man in his thirties, and two girls in their early twenties.Zhan Yifei didn't take a closer look at what the girl looked like. Anyway, girls from rich families will look similar in the end, but that man is quite eye-catching.

Sky blue colored contact lenses, blond hair dyed with a certain texture, and a particularly high nose that is particularly eye-catching, but judging from the overly blunt outline, this man is not a half-breed like Tang E, but just overdone.

The man in his thirties was named Eric, a wealthy man who had returned from studying in the UK, probably because he was interested in Qiu Yunting, and when they met, he regarded Zhan Yifei as a rival in love, and he was rude in every word.

When Qiu Yunting introduced Zhan Yifei, his face was full of peach blossoms and his eyes were full of longing. He said that he was a young talent, and that he ran a well-known cosmetics company at a young age.

"Miya? What brand?" The pseudo-hybrid twitched his lips mockingly, "I only buy LaPrairie for my nanny."

This guy speaks very aggressively, saying that fashion is just something for foreigners, and that Chinese people with broad faces and slack noses set up such companies to make quick money for nouveau riche. It didn't say that they wiped the floor with Verawang's wedding dress and cleaned the toilet with Issey Miyake's perfume.In short, every sentence made Zhan Yifei's ear very unpleasant, adding fuel to his already terrible mood.

A girl who doesn't know how to play tennis sits on the sidelines and plans to watch these four young men's and women's mixed doubles matches.She said that she was afraid of being alone, so she also invited a friend to come.

It was originally a doubles, but Eric went straight to Zhan Yifei with every ball, fierce and powerful, full of murderous intent.

Zhan Yifei had a hard time parrying, and once a ball was directly drawn to his arm, sending the racket in his hand flying two meters.

"Sorry." The pseudo-hybrid smiled pretentiously, "I didn't know you were so good at playing."

His arms were numb from the shock, and it took him a while to recover.Zhan Yifei picked up the racket in his hands, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to his partner Qiu Yunting with a cold face, "Go down and rest."

Smelling the smell of gunpowder between the two men, the two girls tactfully walked off the court and sat on the sidelines to watch the match.

The doubles turned into singles, and Eric curled his lips in disdain, "I was the president of the tennis club in college, and I also served as a sparring partner for Federer. Let's score points according to the Masters, and kill rookies like you." Not even half an hour."

Facing the provocation without saying a word, Zhan Yifei bowed his waist to catch the ball, his lips were pursed even thinner, and a pair of pitch-black phoenix eyes showed murderous intent.

Playing with Federer as a sparring partner is probably just bragging, but the guy is really good at tennis.At first Eric made it clear that he was just teasing the kids, and his actions only focused on being handsome and humiliating his opponents. When he won, he would clenched his fists with both hands, beat his chest and yelled, inciting the three girls onlookers to cheer for him, and when he lost, he would shrug his shoulders and raise his hands. The racket touched Yifei's face in the air, "You are better than I imagined."

The game did not show a one-sided situation.Although Eric is superior in skills, he can't hold back the opponent's desperate stance to fight you to the death—he always thinks he can beat the opponent to death with wide-ranging moves, but every time this kid can't admit defeat. Get the ball back.

Defense is his weakness, and Zhan Yifei can only make up for his weakness with diligence, relying on quick footwork to save the ball, but once it is his turn to attack, he is unceremonious, and his powerful sideways hits are precise and fierce.After going back and forth like this, although the score was behind, he was still able to cling to it tightly, which made the pseudo-hybrid who claimed to be a master also repeatedly made mistakes because of impatience.

There were more and more rounds of back and forth, and the physical strength of both of them declined significantly. Both were sweaty and panting, but neither of them called for a truce first.Seeing that the fierce battle lasted for nearly two hours, Qiu Yunting came up to deliver towels and water, and said to Zhan Yifei, "Isn't Miya going to have activities tonight? Let's just forget about it today."

Eric felt that he really couldn't take it anymore, and wanted to go down the steps, but his words were still piercing: "Yeah, what is your squinting... squinting sign, aren't you going to meet the media tonight?"

In fact, he was far more tired than the opponent, Zhan Yifei took a deep breath, and said through his teeth, "The victory is not decided."

The game restarted, and the ferocious attacks of one shot after another forced the pseudo-hybrid to be exhausted. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the return of the ball was too soft, Zhan Yifei predicted Eric's moving direction in advance and swung the ball directly towards his face. ——

With a scream of "Oh", the man who was hit in the face by the tennis ball fell to the ground at the same time.

The nose bled immediately.

The man sitting on the ground held his nose and cursed: "You did it on purpose!"

Zhan Yifei approached the net, looked down at the pseudo-hybrid, and asked blankly, "Are you picking up the ball for Federer?"

Turning around and leaving, there was a wave of cursing from behind, "Damn it! What a bitch!"

His physical strength was completely exhausted, Zhan Yifei dragged his heavy body to the edge of the pool, and suddenly bent down, holding onto the pool platform and retching for a while.I can't vomit anything, but the limit has passed, and my stomach feels like burning.

He opened the bridle, put his head down, and let the cold water pour over him—a dark fire had already been suppressed in his heart, whether it was from that stupid half-breed, or that bad Fang Funong, but the dark fire It didn't extinguish some because of the vent just now.

With the sound of sneaky footsteps behind him, Zhan Yifei straightened up abruptly, and before the opponent wrapped his arms around his waist, he quickly grabbed his collar.

At first glance, it turned out to be Yan Qin.

"...You follow me." The jet-black hair was completely wet, water drops hung on his face, and he finally had the strength to spit out a few words.

"No, no." Yan Qin raised his hands above his head and smiled embarrassingly, "That girl called me here, who made your friend happen to be my friend too."

Zhan Yifei let go of Yan Qin's collar, and seemed to want to speak, but he gasped again as soon as he opened his mouth.

"I saw you competing with that idiot on the court. That idiot is just a venture capitalist in the family. Before the old Poona loan shark company made money, I will make him kneel at your feet right away and call you grandpa. You kowtow!" Yan Qin leaned close to his body with a smile, trying to get closer to the other party, "Well, I don't want others to bully you."

"No need." Zhan Yifei pushed the opponent, but the arm holding the racket was as heavy as lead, and the strength of his hand was a little soft, "I only want you... stay away from me."

"Feifei, we can't cross the river and tear down bridges like this. You just came back from Beijing, and you must know that the ratings of the first episode of "RollingStar" have already exploded. The program implantation that you won with me helped Miya and Fumu Zhiyuan improve. How much popularity has you gained? As a sponsor, you have given away no less than a thousand boxes of gifts? Also, tonight your Fumu Zhiyuan launched a party, so many media and celebrities joined in, you thought it was because of your company's unreliable PR? I haven’t even said that your flagship store is on my site.”

I was too tired to talk nonsense with this bastard, so I just said, "Then you take it back, I don't want it anymore."

"Your father made it clear that he wants you to marry Qiu Yunting. This matchmaker is so incompetent!" The young master of Zhengye was a little anxious, and poured out all the things that his father told him not to say, "Do you think your father's current financial situation How nice? He is making a fuss about your Miya because he can’t raise funds for real estate development! He has put all the funds he can mobilize into you. If your Miya collapses, it will take your entire The Rongxing Group will go bankrupt—he can't wait to find that old man from the Ministry of Commerce as his backer, and he's counting on selling you!"

Seeing that Zhan Yifei was sullen and silent, Yan Qin rolled his eyes and suddenly grinned again, "The same thing is looking for a backer, you tell your father, instead of looking for the one with the surname Qiu, it is better to look for my surname Yan. You followed me, Our two families will be merged into one family. Don't worry, my wife is very strict, and when my father burps, the whole Zhengye Group will listen to you—"

Zhan Yifei pushed Yan Qin closer, interrupting his whims.

"Listen, even if I really find a woman to marry, I don't want to have anything to do with you. Don't mess with Xu Jianou, don't mess with anyone around me." He made the words very clear, keeping my relationship with me. 20 meters away, or I'll literally kill you.

"But I still have to attend the launch party of Fumuzhiyuan tonight!" Yan Qin shrugged, "I have received your invitation letter as Miya's partner."

"I'll check it out. I'll fire whoever sent you the invitation letter." Turning around and taking two steps, when he heard Yan Qin's footsteps following him, he immediately turned around, pointed at the other party and shouted, "20 meters!"

Those blood-red eyes looked extremely menacing, and the young master Zhengye ordered to stop him, and suddenly stood on the spot, with his fingers curled and half-clutched in front of his chest, assuming the posture of a big dog standing upright, and he even made a "bark" in his mouth.

Zhan Yifei rolled the whites of his eyes, and hurried away before he was stunned by the pervert.Abandoning Qiu Yunting on his own, it was still early, and he told Lao Xia to take him back and change into clothes that could attend the evening party.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Lao Xia asked him if he could still participate in tonight's event?

"It's okay." All the choices were aggrieved, and the CEO of Mi Ya on the back seat of the car closed his eyes sleepily, "Anyway, the protagonist tonight is not me, but Teng Yun."

Over there, Zhan Yifei slipped away without saying hello, and here Eric couldn't swallow the pain of being hit in the face by the ball.He also went into the bathroom, and while running water to wash the blood from his nose, he cursed and kept spitting shit-like swear words from his mouth: "Damn, bastard! My mother threw it away after prostitution, and I went to lick it myself." A whore's heel..."

The moment he lowered his head to wash his face, a hand suddenly grabbed his neck.

Before the man whose neck was held down had time to resist, his head was forcibly lifted up again, and immediately slammed into the pool platform hard.

After several heavy blows that spared no effort, Eric's facial features were blurred and his face was covered with blood. He couldn't make a cry from his dry throat, and there was only the sound of his head hitting the marble continuously in the bathroom.Only when the other party let go of his hand, he fell limply to the ground, raised his face to look at the young man who attacked him.

"You...you wait..."

The face in front of him looked very familiar, where he should have seen it, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Yan Qin leaned over and approached the man who was sitting stupidly on the ground.The corners of his mouth twitched strangely, showing a dazed and terrifying smile, he said, these few strokes are to teach you that your mouth is not clean.If you want to sue me, go ahead and sue, Yan Zhongyu is my father... He slapped the other person across the face, and pointed his thumb at himself.

I am Yan Qin.