Qiao Zhuo did not expect that he would receive such a mission late at night. The reason why he did not regard it as a mission was because Qiao Zhuo admired power and status. He felt that this was an opportunity to reach a common goal with Mr. President, and even more so. It was an important turning point in his life, so he, who had always valued appearance maintenance, paid special attention to his every word and deed when he went to work the next morning.
He has a face that is very pleasing to women, with rare phoenix eyes, smiling lips, handsome eyebrows, and humorous speech. Many women take the initiative to approach him.
Qiao Zhuo is a diplomat. However, due to major leaks in some work some time ago, he has been demoted and stayed in the Ministry of Information as an administrative clerk. However, his ambition has not been lost. Although he was demoted Even though he has lost his job, he still smiles at life, which is quite impressive.
Qiao Zhuo took the initiative to help a colleague deliver information to the archives early in the morning. He was wearing work clothes, handsome and sunny, and had a good temperament. He was a little curious about what his target looked like.
Qiao Zhuo was striding through a corridor. Suddenly, a girl turned out. The materials they were holding fell to the ground due to accidental collision.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The girl was slightly panicked and quickly lowered her head to pick up the documents.
Qiao Zhuo also quickly blamed himself and admitted his mistake: "It was my fault, I left a little too hastily!"
The girl looked up and smiled at him, indicating that everyone has responsibilities.
When Qiao Zhuo reached out to pick up the document in front of her, his eyes suddenly saw the work license number on her clothes, which had the words Lan Yanxi written on it. His outstretched hand froze instantly.
"Which department are you from?" Qiao Zhuo was a little frightened and nervous for a moment. He didn't expect such a coincidence. He bumped into Lan Yanxi on the way to the archives room. He had to calm down and asked pretending to be curious.
"From the archives room!" Lan Yanxi pointed to her badge.
Qiao Zhuo's expression flashed, and he suddenly and quickly picked up a few documents that did not belong to him from the ground, mixed them into his pile of documents, and then stood up pretending to be in a hurry: "I'm in a hurry for a meeting!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked to the Information Department, deciding not to go to the archives room. He believed that Lan Yanxi would come to him soon to get the files back. These files were very important and needed to be saved and archived. The number of pages is missing. Lan Yanxi will definitely find it when he checks it.
"Oh..." Lan Yanxi, who was still a newcomer, didn't expect that the other party would take her documents by mistake. She felt that she couldn't understand the documents, and the other party would definitely not take them randomly. After all, if you take the wrong thing, you have to exchange it. , is also very troublesome.
Unfortunately, Lan Yanxi was too naive.
Wan Qianqian's work has officially begun. She took off her coat and wore a high-necked blue sweater. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing a small section of her fair and slender arms. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail. Holding a pen, she painted on the wall in a flowing motion. She was a natural painter, and every stroke she made was filled with extraordinary artistic conception and astonishing admiration.
A message suddenly popped up on Wan Qianqian's phone. She quickly put down her pen and said to the assistant next to her: "Bring my phone over here!"
The assistant hurriedly sent it over. Wan Qianqian stared at it and raised the corners of her mouth: "I have something to do at noon, so you can clean up here later."
The assistant quickly nodded in agreement. Wan Qianqian spread her long hair and decided to go to the bathroom to touch up her makeup, because the president said first that he had an appointment with Ling Mofeng for lunch at noon and wanted to invite her to join him.
In fact, it was just a casual meal, not for the public, but for some internal leaders to get together for lunch. Wan Qianqian knew that this was a good opportunity for her, so she would not miss it.
Wan Qianqian took her handbag and quickly went to the bathroom. As soon as she entered, she saw a woman also touching up her makeup in the mirror.
When Yang He saw the beautiful woman coming in, he quickly put away the cheap cosmetics on his hands and stared at Wan Qianqian with a pair of beautiful eyes that could not hide his hatred.
As a woman, Wan Qianqian seemed to know the jealousy in the other person's eyes when he looked at her.
However, she doesn't care. Beautiful things are born to make people jealous, and women are the same. Who doesn't envy those who are naturally beautiful
Yang He did not leave immediately, she pretended to take out her mobile phone to play with it.
Wan Qianqian opened her handbag and took out all the luxurious and expensive cosmetics. Each of them was what Yang He dreamed of owning, just like when she opened Lan Yanxi's cosmetic bag and saw all the cosmetics she had ever seen in her life. Only then did she realize that beautiful women, everything accumulated on them, can only be described with the word "expensive". It is natural that only those with money can be beautiful. She became more and more aware of this realistic problem. .
Wan Qianqian traced her red lips, and her eyes found that the woman next to her was peeking at her. She put down the lipstick and asked lightly: "Miss, do you need my help?"
Yang He suddenly woke up and immediately laughed coldly: "Why do I need your help?"
"I thought you wanted to know the efficacy of my cosmetics." Wan Qianqian's lips curved into a smile, with an obvious mockery.
Yang He's face instantly turned pale with anger. She snorted and left quickly.
Wan Qianqian straightened her collar and was glad that what she wore today was quite bright and beautiful. I believed that she would not lose her style at the dinner table.
Ling Mofeng received an invitation from Mr. President and had lunch with a group of ministers in a private room on the third floor of the office cafeteria.
Adjutant Chu asked worriedly from the side: "Sir, Mr. President suddenly invited you to have lunch together. What is the purpose?"
"Maybe it has something to do with the recent comments of some politicians. He wants to do superficial work and ease the relationship with me." Ling Mofeng said indifferently.
"Is it because they said that your shooting was related to him? It was not the work of terrorists?" Adjutant Chu couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe, anyway, since he invited me, I have to go." Ling Mofeng sneered.
"It's just a meal, there shouldn't be any danger!" Adjutant Chu wanted to protect him personally, but the people sitting at the table were all important ministers of the country, and he was afraid that he had no right to serve.
"It's okay. I will be careful myself. There are many of our people inside, and he won't mess around." Ling Mofeng was not afraid.
At the lunch table, Ling Mofeng's position was second only to Mr. President, but beside him, a beautiful woman was unexpectedly arranged, it was Wan Qianqian. As soon as she entered the door, she heard the staff say that her seat was next to Ling Mofeng's All around her, she was overjoyed.
Because this is just a very private lunch, the location arrangement on the scene is not that important here.
When Ling Mofeng stepped in and saw Wan Qianqian, his eyes changed slightly.
"Hello, Mr. Vice President!" Wan Qianqian quickly stood up and greeted him politely.
"Why are you here too?" Ling Mofeng sat down in his seat and expressed surprise.
"I came here at the invitation of Mr. President. I feel deeply honored to be able to sit next to Mr. Vice President!" Wan Qianqian has always been polite and generous in terms of etiquette.
At this time, the old president also came in. On the round table, important ministers from the two factions were sitting. The old president glanced at it and said with a smile: "It must be very boring to let Miss Wan accompany us old men to eat. Fortunately, I have arranged for our young and promising Vice President to sit next to you. You young people, there is no generation gap, and it is better for you to exchange ideas."
A group of ministers below also smiled and agreed, but Ling Mofeng smiled lightly and said: "Your Excellency is so kind, I understand it, but I am afraid that Miss Wan will dislike me for being dull and boring!"
Wan Qianqian smiled at the right time and said: "Mr. Vice President, you are so humble. I have always admired your talent and magnanimity. It is really a blessing to have such a good opportunity to share the table with you." ."
It was just a casual meal. The matters discussed by the ministers at the table were not national affairs. Instead, they were teasing about the aroma of the food and wine at noon. Wan Qianqian had already toasted a round of wine. Her face was slightly red at the moment, and she was feeling dizzy.
Ling Mofeng had a good drinking capacity, and his people also secretly blocked a lot of wine for him, so although his handsome face was slightly red at the moment, he was not drunk.
Suddenly, Wan Qianqian, who was beside him, leaned her head against his shoulder.