Weather for Friday, August 22: Thundershowers
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Since that conversation about "The Sunflower Book", Mr. Han finally calmed down a bit. Although he still has a business-like poker face towards me every day, he no longer struggles with my relationship with Yi Fan. I smugly thought that my strong arguments had intimidated this old man, but the facts once again proved that in front of such an unmoved old god, I was not even a little weasel with a bit of fairy spirit. Calm is just the calm before a thunderstorm.
The incident happened at a new brand launch conference of Fengya.
Fengya's press conference has always had the tradition of letting our company's young female employees wear new clothes. The purpose is to create a friendly fashion atmosphere and tell everyone that Fengya's clothes are beautiful but not arrogant. Even ordinary women can wear them. It will be beautiful because of elegance. Of course, the display of the top products of each series still requires professional models. After all, the aloofness on the runway can bring out the classics of top clothing. So I have become accustomed to attending press conferences with Mr. Han, dressing up as a green leaf against a red flower.
But this time when I put on that popular short cheongsam, I felt lost for a moment. Even if you don't know anything about embroidery, you can still see the outrageously exquisite embroidery patterns on the expensive fabrics. They are definitely embroidered by skilled embroidery workers with painstaking efforts.
Fashion and classics, nobility and beauty are harmoniously displayed in this gorgeous dress.
And I look like a charming bride in the mirror.
Ah, Feng Ya is really generous. She is so generous with a small assistant. I looked in the mirror and swallowed. It would be great if I didn’t offend Mr. Han, the old man. Maybe I can wear this skirt as a wedding dress. I thought ruefully.
Before setting off, Mr. Han looked at me with surprise for a moment. This fleeting glance gave me great encouragement, and I decided to risk my request. But Mr. Han had already seen through my mind: "Want this dress? If you perform well tonight, I can consider it."
I immediately ignored my past grudges and nodded my head with gratitude, determined to become the most spotlight-stealing green leaf tonight.
Normally, as an assistant, I should follow Mr. Han one step to the left, but this time he waited for me and put my hand on his arm in an extremely gentlemanly manner. I couldn't help but pull out, but he just patted my hand and said, "Relax, don't be nervous." I didn't know what he was going to do, so I had to follow awkwardly.
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But as soon as they entered the press conference, things developed in an uncontrollable direction.
The flashing lights were overwhelming like midnight lightning in midsummer. Although I was determined to show off my elegant clothes, I was still shocked by the reporters' professionalism.
A microphone was stretched out between the crowd, and a voice asked: "How do you feel about being able to represent 'Xih'?"
"Ah?" I'm just here to be a qualified green leaf, how can I speak for myself? I looked around blankly and saw a few familiar elegant employees standing not far away. Without exception, they all wore green cheongsams with relatively simple workmanship. Without comparison, it was clear who was in charge. Sure enough, it is impossible for capitalists to be generous to every employee.
While I was distracted, I heard the voice just now ask in confusion: "Huh? Aren't you Wang Moqi?"
Wang Moqi? It dawned on me. It turns out that "Xih" is a traditional wedding dress that Fengya has secretly planned and launched for a long time. Its purpose is to rescue the younger generation from imported culture and give traditional clothing a new luster. For this press conference, Wang Moqi, a popular movie star who had been rumored to be engaged, was specially invited to speak for her. Because this was a previous business plan, I didn’t know about it, but now this red wedding dress that had been waiting for me for so long was accidentally worn by my unknown little assistant...
I turned my head in confusion and found that the old man, Mr. Han, was nodding and smiling at me, with such an abrupt expression on his ten thousand-year-old poker face, the effect was truly terrifying.
The reporter in front of me looked at Mr. Han and me suspiciously.
"Ah! You're not Wang Moqi!" Finally, the voice changed its tone excitedly and shouted.
There was no explanation for my doubts - my boss didn't bother to tell a young assistant the profound intention of deploying troops and generals. Others were as confused as I was and had to find the answers themselves - but it didn't take much effort, because that kind of The creature called Yuji has racked his brains to analyze all possibilities dutifully.
The keywords in the entertainment section of the local newspaper the next day were: Wang Moqi, marriage change, Fengya, mistress.
The only advantage Wang Moqi has in being able to represent Xih is that she was engaged in a high-profile engagement, but was secretly replaced when the show was about to begin, confirming the recent news about her marriage change. According to this logic, the person who endorses Xih must be related to marriage, and I, an unknown assistant, can stand at the forefront of this controversy. After careful reasoning and three gorgeous pages, the majority of gossip people came to a rigorous conclusion— I, Guan Xiaobei, a beautiful secretary who has not graduated from college and has been fully unspoken and kept by Fengya CEO, disclosed my identity as a mistress in a high-profile way, broke into the public view forcefully, and declared war on Mrs. Han and even Wang Moqi.
Although some sane people claimed that this might be elegant hype, this possibility was selectively ignored due to everyone's strong entertainment spirit.
In this way, as a mistress who everyone yelled at, I successfully got rid of the passerby temperament that I had for many years.
There are only two words in the word "adultery", and only two factors are needed for adultery to occur - a man and a woman. Other factors - age, status, appearance and even species - are not a problem. As long as you have imagination, The huge gap can be bridged, and even Paramecium can fall in love with Zhu Bajie. As the saying goes, as far as gossip goes, so does adultery.
I began to think about how to call Yi Fan. Although I always kept saying that we should trust each other, I could still handle it calmly in this situation. I guess our relationship was about the same. Besides, only those who confess can be lenient. After being questioned and confessed again, there is a suspicion that the person could not withstand the torture and defected on the battlefield. Although the result is the same, this is a matter of nature.
But after much deliberation, I called Luoluo. It is always good to use roundabout tactics to find out the enemy's situation and know ourselves and the enemy.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" A voice shouted from the other side of the phone.
I was so excited that I almost dropped my phone on the ground.
"Luoluo, it's me, I want to ask you something..."
"Let me tell you what you have to say, do you want to ask Yi Fan?" Luo Luo said impatiently. Unlike the old woman who was so enthusiastic about gossip, she felt that someone on the other side of the phone was obviously someone from the voice. Transform into a manic little monster.
"Your man is crazy. He locked himself up in the office early in the morning. Everyone who went in had a dark face when they came out. Our manager is being scolded in there. As usual, it's time to come out and discipline us!"
"That… "
"I said Xiaobei, can you please calm down! You can cause us trouble even though you are so far away!"
"I… "
"Oh no, let's stop talking. The manager has come out and is ready to be scolded!" Luo Luo hung up the phone with a bad attitude.
I was choked with grievances, brewing and churning in my stomach, and finally turned into full of resentment. Can you blame me for this? I am also a victim.
I wandered around blankly with my phone in hand. Ah, I really want to do something obscene and perverted to relieve my depression and anxiety...
The opportunity just came to my door.
There was an exhibition board at the corner of the stairs with a life-size promotional poster of Wang Moqi on it. The logistics staff probably didn't have time to put it away. Seeing that there was no one around, I quietly walked over and tore off a strip. I couldn't bear to think about it, so I simply tore off the entire poster, threw it to the ground and stepped on it a few times.
"Miss Guan is already so proud that she won't even let go of a poster!" A voice suddenly sounded from behind.
I turned around suddenly and saw Wang Moqi and a group of people not far away looking at me with complicated expressions.
Ah, it’s okay to be caught.
Wang Moqi walked over with a disdainful look on her face, and when she passed by, she said to me who was standing frozen on the spot: "Humph, you are so petty. A native chicken still wants to become a phoenix? What a daydream!"
The grievances in my heart suddenly overflowed, and all kinds of thoughts rushed through me instantly. In the past, Yi Fan always carefully protected me and tried his best to prevent me from appearing in any reports, but now I have been cheated on and slandered for no reason. I have not even met Yi Fan's parents. This reputation has spread to With their ears, how will I deal with myself in the future? And Yi Fan ignored me...
I suddenly collapsed and shouted at Wang Moqi's back: "If you don't have the ability to keep a man, don't blame others!"
People around me turned around and stared at me in shock. With a sarcastic smile on her lips, Wang Moqi said sinisterly: "Yes, I am not as capable as Miss Guan. I can keep any man."
I really wanted to chop off my own tongue, but it became independent at the wrong time and bravely went into the wrong territory: "Yes, it is better than being dumped by a man."
Wang Moqi's face changed color instantly, as if she wanted to come over and teach me a lesson.
At this time, an older woman next to her grabbed her: "Moqi, don't make any noise."
Wang Moqi suppressed her anger and said, "I really don't know how you can tolerate her."
The older but still charming woman looked at me seriously, making me feel like every inch of my body had been carefully dissected and inspected.
I really couldn't stand that kind of gaze, so I gritted my teeth and said, "Humph, only menopausal women like you who are in unhappy marriages think that everyone looks like a mistress. I'm sorry to disappoint you. I have a boyfriend so I don't bother to seduce that bad guy." Here’s the old man. If you have time to be suspicious and jealous here, you might as well go home and sort out your wifely behavior and take good care of your own man!”
"Guan Xiaobei!" Someone yelled softly next to him, "This is Mrs. Han!"
Ah... misfortune comes from the mouth. Today I probably told all the misfortunes in my life. I was stunned for a moment, turned around in frustration, and decisively left the place of right and wrong.
"Haha, the mistress is so arrogant now that she doesn't even know how to restrain herself in front of others." Wang Moqi said from behind.