Qiao Yuanfei hugged the small floral shawl in her arms, she would rather die of cold than wear it. ~follow~dream~little~say~щ~suimеng~lā
Fan Yu didn't force her, and thoughtfully turned on the heater in the car.
Although the two were silent, they arrived at the Fanshi Group in a harmonious manner.
The venue for the new product launch is the conference hall on the first floor.
Qiao Yuanfei originally thought that Fan Yu would directly take her to watch the press conference through the internal passage, but he took her into his office without saying a word.
"Aren't we going down to attend the press conference?"
Qiao Yuanfei asked curiously.
Fan Yu took off his suit jacket, casually hung it on the sofa, and looked up at her.
"No hurry, are you thirsty, what do you want to drink?"
"..."
Qiao Yuanfei looked at him in a daze.
As far as she knows, the new product launch conference of Fanshi Group is about to start. If they don't go in now, will it be too conspicuous in a while
Qiao Yuanfei's worries just surfaced, and then she thought that every group has a secret internal channel.
Maybe Fan Yu can arrange a staff passage for her later, allowing her to enter the venue in a low-key manner.
In this case, she would indeed not have to go down so early and be barely recognized by the reporters, causing unnecessary trouble.
"Just give me a cup of hot water, thank you."
Fan Yu nodded, stretched out his hand to press the inner line, and asked the secretary to bring in two glasses of water.
Qiao Yuanfei sat on the reception sofa, looking at Fan Yu who was calmly processing documents at the desk.
She wanted to speak several times, but held back.
I could only keep looking up at the time.
Secretly muttering in his heart, Fanshi Group's new product launch conference is about to begin, do they really not need to enter the venue early
"Today I suddenly found out that I am very good-looking, and you have been staring at me non-stop?" Fan Yu opened his lips jokingly the moment he finished signing the document and closing the document.
The meaningful gaze swept across Qiao Yuanfei's unresponsive face.
Her expression was a little dull, with a bit of naivety.
Hearing his words, he didn't rush to refute, but licked his lips.
As if acquiescing to his statement.
Her reaction greatly pleased Fan Yu.
There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, full of anticipation for what was about to happen next.
He put away the signed documents and stood up from the office chair.
"It's almost time, let's go."
"...Where are you going? A press conference?" Qiao Yuanfei was still struggling with how to answer his question, and subconsciously asked.
When I asked, I realized that I had made a mistake.
It's rare that Fan Yu didn't laugh at her today, but kindly replied: "Well, I'll take you to the new product launch conference of Fanshi Group."
As he spoke, he raised his arm calmly and asked Qiao Yuanfei to hold his arm.
"It doesn't need to be so formal, right? Didn't we sneak in through the staff passage to see it?"
Qiao Yuanfei stared at his arm, hesitating a little.
The corner of Fan Yu's mouth curled up, revealing a smile that was not a smile.
"What's wrong with the staff passage? Walking through the staff passage can also add a little sense of ceremony, which is called life."
"..."
Although Qiao Yuanfei didn't quite understand how this had something to do with the sense of ritual, she still took his arm after hearing what he said made sense.
The two left the president's office together.
When getting off the elevator, Qiao Yuanfei looked at the words "President's Exclusive Elevator" posted on the elevator, and felt something was wrong in her heart.
Before she could recover, the elevator had arrived.
Fan Yu led her and walked towards the press conference hall.