Chapter 147 (1/2)

When Sheng An'an walks towards him with Ling Han's arm in his arm, ye Huanyan's mind is in a mess. The man who had fallen out with him the night before is holding another woman in his arms, and his face is calm.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her legs seemed to stick to the ground.

”Ouch...” accompanied by Sheng Enron's exclamation,

”Hua la la” a huge sound, one side of the camera line bracket collapsed, in a mess.

Ling Han subconsciously holds Sheng An'an on his side, but his eyes fall on Ye Huan Yan, and a trace of concern flashed through his cold eyebrows.

Ye Huanyan is slow to feel the cold liquid suddenly seeping through her chest. Before she regained her mind, she was hit with a stagger and her back hit the camera bracket severely. If it wasn't for the photographer's help, she would fall on all fours.

The huge sound attracted people's surprised eyes.

Sheng Enron's face was still in shock,

”Secretary ye, no matter how busy you are, watch your step. Where did I provoke you? Do you want to bump me?”

Ye Huan's face was stiff, and there were countless voices in his voice, but his eyes fell on Ling Han's hands holding Sheng An'an, but he couldn't say a word.

”Secretary ye, you see you are impetuous. Fortunately, my clothes are OK. I have to walk on the red carpet later.”

Sheng An'an's voice was a little sharp,

In the face of people's pointing, ye Huanyan clenched her fingers. The scarlet juice spilled over her whole chest. Most of her skirt was full of red wine juice. The cold, bone penetrating chill was penetrating her skin.

And around or ridicule or disdain eyes, is to let her at a loss.

”Ah, Secretary ye, your clothes.”

Sheng An'an pretends to cover her mouth in surprise. She seems to be more aware of the obvious stains on ye Huanyan's body than the onlookers. Her eyes lean weakly against Ling Han's arms,

”Han, although it was Secretary ye who hit me, it's also my fault that I didn't hold the cup firmly, or I'll compensate Secretary ye for a new one.”

Pretending to be weak, this scornful tone is a kind of shame.

Ye Huanyan looked up at Ling Han, trying to find some comfort in his eyes.

The whispers of the annual meeting filled the air, and the subtle atmosphere spread among the three people,

”You go back to rest first. You don't have to attend the annual meeting.”

Thin lips light open, a piece of a close between the words left to the extreme indifference, there is a moment of silence.

Ye Huanyan's face faded,