C8 (2/2)

”I have a friend. He's a reporter from a small newspaper. After hearing that Jin Prefecture's obscene Mo Huo Lang is going to get married, he dug out the thought of going to the wedding site to gather some hot news to prove his position in the martial arts world!” In the end, of course, he managed to sneak in as a waiter and get the most accurate first-hand information. Not only did I run into Young Master Huo and Little Sister Yuan Han's secret broadcast, I also saw the man who carried Yuan Han away and saved him from the burning water. ”

”Tsk, that journalist friend of yours, could he be your boyfriend, Xiao Sheng?”

”Uh, what do you know! This is something that this old lady did not hesitate to sell. It was all thanks to Old Xiao and the two bottles of Old Bai! ”

”Then according to what you said, your boyfriend also knows who took Yuan Han away?”

”Uh, about this ~ ~” Jiang Xing's imposing manner instantly dropped, ”Someone paid Old Xiao a fee to keep her mouth shut and didn't let him say anything …”

”Holy sh * t!” This money was way too valuable! Jiang Xing, if you don't treat today, I won't forgive you! ” A colleague who was on good terms with Jiang Xing immediately spoke out.

”You wish. This is the foundation of my marriage with Old Xiao. You don't need to think about Xiao anymore.”

Then, a group of people came out, making a ruckus. Then, the frolicking sounds suddenly stopped!

It was another strange pair of eyes staring at each other …

Although Jiang Xing had later mocked and ridiculed Zhou Xiaoli, it was not of much use. The rumors about Yuan Han breaking the engagement on the spot had instead spread even more fervently, but everyone's attention had shifted from Huo Lang to the mysterious person who brought Yuan Han away …

Yuan Han was not someone who liked to gossip. Although she was currently the target of gossip, she was really busy. She did not have the time or energy to explain herself, what could she do?

And the person who saved her is very decent, okay? There was no second milk, third milk, or fourth milk!

Later, at noon, when Yuan Han was invited by her best friend to dinner, she was asked this question.

Yuan Han thought about it, but she still did not tell her best friend. That person was Gu Mohan, because the power of the masses was too strong.

But she also felt that it was strange, why did everyone not know that Gu Mohan was the one who saved her? Maybe the Huo Family felt that they had lost face and sealed their mouths, so it was like this …

After a few more days of criticism, Gu Mohan and the warm brown sugar water that he was passionate about, Yuan Han finally completed the design draft when her boss was about to lose his temper. Just when she thought that she could relax and have time to cook breakfast for Gu Mohan as repayment, Design Director finally talked to her.

The white and fat Wu Jian was flipping through the draft of Yuan Han's design, and at the same time, he was secretly sizing up the perfectly straight Yuan Han standing opposite of him.

Xiao Li was not wrong. This little girl had indeed become more beautiful. He could make use of this chance to earn some extra money! In any case, she had already broken off all relations with the Yuan Family. Furthermore, she could not lose anything.

Wu Jian who had been wandering back and forth for who knows how many times saw that Wu Jian had seen enough. He then stood up from his seat and walked over to Yuan Han's side.

”Roar ~ ~”

The moment Wu Jian said this, goosebumps rose all over his body.

To be honest, in the entire company, the person she did not want to see the most was Wu Jian.

Yuan Han moved to the side calmly.

”The investors are very satisfied with your draft, but they say there are other requirements that they would like to talk to you about. What do you think?”

Yuan Han laughed dryly, ”Don't we still have a director? The Chief Officer is so wise and knows too much. Why don't you go and get in touch with her and then come back to explain it to me, this stupid girl? ”

”No need to say anymore. For tonight's party, follow me. I'll send the address to your phone later. Also, go home and change your clothes. Remember to put on more formal clothes. When it's time to go, I'll call you!” ”After this design script is finished, I'll let you relax for a few days.”

Yuan Han had originally wanted to resist a little more, but when she heard of Wu Jian's temptation to rest, the fire died down immediately.