The Wanted Wife: Daddy, Mommy Escapes Again!

"General Manager, today ’s charity dinner, Bi is very grateful for your participation. You can rest assured that we will donate part of the donation tonight to your charity in the name of your company. [Book] [Help] "

Sloming had just stepped out of the dinner hall, and he did not know when he followed the person in charge of the dinner.

The person in charge of the dinner wore a high hat for Sloming with a charming look. He kept talking about all kinds of good words and reached out to shake hands with Sloming.

"You're welcome, I'm just doing a little for charity!"

Sloming glanced coldly at the hand extended by the person in charge, and did not take out his hand in the suit pocket, and smiled casually for a few words.

The person in charge saw that the expression on this face was stiff, and retracted his hand stretched out in the air, smiling awkwardly.

The assistant on the side hurried out to avoid the embarrassment of the conversation between the two.

"Well, thank you Mr. Bi for the warm hospitality tonight, and also congratulations to the successful success of the charity dinner hosted by Mr. Bi, and our company will help you with such things next time."

The assistant beat the circle with respect and respect, avoiding the embarrassment of the situation.

"Where, where, it's Bi's honor to always be here ..."

The person in charge patted Sloming's flattery again, but Sloming ignored the person in charge.

"Well, isn't this the CEO? Why are you interested in a drink together?"

When Slomin was about to step away from here, a woman's peculiar sharp voice came from behind him, and then a hand with khaki nails rested on Slomin's shoulder.

Sloming stood in place, and saw Lin Miaomiao coming over from behind him.

The low-necked V-shaped evening dress showed a large piece of spring light on the chest, the slender waist was gripped with a yin, the twisted buttocks were twirled, and the graceful approach came towards Slomin.

"Secretary General, it's been a long time. How about I treat you to a drink in the old place tonight?"

Lin Miaomiao said that he deliberately took a step closer to Sloming, twisted his waist and posed in front of Sloming, and blinked at him charmingly.

Silom Ming glanced at Lin Miaomiao in front of him, somehow felt that she was disgusted, and disgustedly slapped her pair of fair hands on her shoulders.

"Sorry, not interested!"

"But Bi should have time, maybe you two go ... haha ​​..."

Sloming leaned closer to Lin Miaomiao's ears and added in a whisper, and left the scene with a sneer.

"You ... Sloming!"

Lin Miaomiao, who was stunned by Sloming's words, flushed her cheeks, and looked back at Sloming's head, and she stomped her feet.

The person in charge of the charity dinner stood with a big belly, stood side by side with Lin Miaomiao and smiled wrinkly, squinting peeping at the looming spring light on Lin Miaomiao's chest.

"That, Lin ... Miss Lin, there is always no time for Secretary, I have ..."

Talking intently watching Lin Miaomiao's V-shaped evening dress, she swallowed unconsciously.

"Get off, you have time to **** me!"

Lin Miaomiao was eating his gluttony at Sloming, and when he saw the person in charge with a big oily ear, there was a bitter cold, leaving a ruthless word, and he stepped on the hate sky high and left the hall.

The person in charge smashed his mouth, looked at the far away Sloming and looked at Lin Miaomiao, and sighed silently.

"Secretary, back to the apartment or the hotel?"

The assistant carefully asked Sloom's opinions. He has been staying in a hotel these days, but the situation tonight is a bit different. He has known Sloom's character for many years since he was with Slomen. .

When Li Jingzhi appeared at the dinner, the assistant noticed Sloming's strange expression. Although he didn't talk to Li Jingzhi, he could be sure that he was worried about Li Jingzhi by his few glances at Li Jingzhi.

"No, I drove back to the apartment myself. By the way, you have to find out why so many reporters suddenly appeared tonight!"

Sloming took the car key from the assistant and instructed the assistant to investigate the reporter at the dinner.

Sure enough, Sloming was still worried about Li Jingzhi being blocked by reporters.

"Okay, rest assured, I will investigate clearly, I think there should be no problem with Miss Li!"

The assistant nodded and promised, and comforted Slomin not to worry.

Silom didn't speak, his thin lips closed tightly, his eyebrows frowned slightly into Sichuan characters, and he turned on the car.

On the way, Sloming was hesitant to make a phone call with Li Jingzhi, worried that she would be bullied by reporters, afraid that she would call without knowing what to say, and she might be misunderstood.

"Didi Didi ... Didi Didi ..."

The traffic light Lu Si Luoming pressed the car flute a little irritably, and seemed to want to vent all his emotions on it.

"Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please dial again later, sorry ..."

Sloming hadn't managed to call Li Jingzhi, but the other part of the phone was not answered.

"Thank you for helping me out. If it weren't for you, I ..."

Li Jing's eyes were somber and he looked out the window before turning his head slowly and opening his mouth slowly.

Without saying a word, his throat was choked and he was afraid he would cry, so he stopped talking and quickly turned to the direction of the window.

Song Yicheng pretended not to see the strangeness of Li Jingjing, and turned to the window, and continued to concentrate on driving.

"What? Thank me?"

Song Yicheng looked up at Li Jingzhi and asked with a hippie smile.

"Well, you also know that the reporters will write arbitrarily. They don't hurt me. I'm afraid to affect you!"

"Hey, if you say that, you won't make me Song Yicheng as a friend. We are friends, but I am willing to make a knife for my friend!"

He also imitated the appearance of being stuck in a knife, pretending to spit blood, performing exaggerated, funny expressions, and amused Li Jingzhi.

"Look, how good it is to smile, I like to see you smile, it's beautiful!"

Song Yicheng was accustomed to telling the truth honestly, so that people couldn't tell which words were serious.

This is the only reason why Song Yicheng can stay with Li Jingzhi. Whenever there is something to say, Li Jingzhi thinks it is Song Yicheng's joke, so he won't take it seriously, so there will be no embarrassment.

"Song Yicheng, don't treat me too nicely, you know that I can do nothing, and it will affect others!"

Li Jingzhi closed the smile on his face and turned to look at Song Yicheng seriously.

The smile on Song Yicheng's face slowly faded, and his heart was pierced by something. It really distressed the woman in front of her.

"Oh, did you just say you want to thank me, just right, we came out so early, I came out with you before even drinking, you have to pay me for my mental loss!"

Song Yicheng didn't follow Li Jing's speech to talk down, but changed a topic on purpose.

"Song Yicheng, I mean seriously ... you ..."

"There's a noodle restaurant here. It looks good. He wanted to slaughter you. Forget it, it's cheaper for you. Please buy me bowl noodles!"