Dear Commander-in-Chief

The man in the wheelchair, wearing sunglasses and expressionless, was pushed into the banquet hall by the woman, and sat down in a low-key position in the middle of the banquet.

The woman lowered her head gently and smiled: "Ye Yuan, don't you think it's a bit noisy? This is how a wedding is, we will just socialize and then leave. There are many people in the business today, and it will be helpful for Ye's business if we meet our friends. "

The man hummed noncommittally and did not respond to her.

On the contrary, the woman was very considerate and kept pouring tea and water for him.

They said they were here to socialize, but it seemed that not many people knew them at the wedding banquet.

Ouyang Xiong, the major shareholder of the Bai Group, came over to say hello, and the woman chatted with him respectfully.

After that, there was no one to talk to.

Some guests even looked at the man in the wheelchair with disgust and contempt, and whispered:

"A lame man, pretending to be so pretentious, and still finding such a beautiful female secretary to accompany him? Do you really think you are some great CEO, tsk tsk!"

"Why haven't I seen this person in our circle?"

"I haven't seen it either. Could it be that they were just eating and drinking?"

"It stands to reason that the person who is eligible to receive the invitation letter must be a company with assets worth hundreds of millions, or a partner of the Bai family. How come I haven't heard of this cripple at all?"

"Could it be the recently rising Ye family who came back from abroad to invest..."

"It's possible. I heard that President Ye's is very mysterious and has a hidden disease that cannot be seen by others..."

"Haha, how can a man who doesn't even have legs work on his career upright? I don't think his company can last long..."

One or two of these comments reached the ears of the heavily made-up woman.

The woman's expression suddenly changed, her eyes seemed to be able to quench poison, but then it turned into a gentler smile, and she slowly glanced over.

Everyone immediately shut up, and were all a little confused by the woman's charming eyes.

Some people even started to hit their companions on the head: "What are you talking about?

Shut up! "

The other party was not to be outdone: "Hey, hey, we are all friends, why are you hitting me!"

"It's you I'm beating, who made your mouth dirty!"

"I, why am I not clean? I didn't say anything!"

In the chaos, Fu Qingyun came over and said a few words of comfort before pulling the quarreling guests away.

He also asked the servants to re-arrange the seats for these guests and separate them so as not to quarrel later and ruin the atmosphere of the wedding.

In fact, when Fu Qingyun said it, the guests had already realized that something was wrong, and their faces were full of shame. However, they themselves were also very confused. How could they have impulsively quarreled and even started fighting just now? They are obviously very good partners and friends, and they are respectable people. How could they be so rude in public?

He is really possessed!

Everyone couldn't understand, and Fu Qingyun was even more confused.

He glanced around and found nothing out of place, but his eyes rested on the back of the man in the wheelchair for a moment and then moved away.

The man's back looked familiar.

There was some indescribable resemblance to someone in his memory.

Bai Yeyuan!

It's just... that man is much thinner than Bai Yeyuan, and his profile wearing sunglasses doesn't look like him.

What's more, Bai Yeyuan is dead. No matter how many similar people there are in the world, there will never be a living Bai Yeyuan. If you want to chat about "Dear Chief Sir" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat to chat about life and find close friends~