Spoil Him, Heal Him

Lu Zhanbei's wiping action stopped, and the next second he suddenly threw the tissue in his hand onto the table, raising his eyes, and his gaze fell on Xu Haiyun's face like a knife.

"What? I was wrong?" Xu Haiyun's face with delicate makeup lifted slightly, "You forgot how you pleased me back then?"

Lu Zhanbei kicked the chair between the two, stepped in front of Xu Haiyun in two steps, stretched out his hand to pinch her neck, murderous intent raged in the dark eyes, and his hand gradually tightened.

Due to lack of oxygen, Xu Haiyun's face gradually turned red, but there was no fear in her eyes, and she slowly squeezed out a few words from her throat, "I'm dead...our matter...will be known to the whole city...including Tong Yi..."

When Xu Haiyun's Tongren turned white, Lu Zhanbei threw her away.

Fresh air penetrated into his lungs, and Xu Haiyun coughed violently while supporting the desk, and it took a while to calm down.

She stroked her neck lightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of her lips, as if she hadn't been strangled by Lu Zhanbei just now, but was caressed by him.

Xu Haiyun thought about tonight and didn't want to make the scene too stiff. His eyes filled with affection and endless miss, "I miss you, but I know you won't be with me anymore.

For so many years, I am tired and don't want to fight with you anymore. Tonight you will accompany me to the fashion show, then send me back to the hotel and sit with me for a while. From then on, I will let you go..."

After a pause, Xu Haiyun added another sentence, "Also let me go."

Lu Zhanbei turned and walked towards the bathroom inside the office.

Xu Haiyun looked at Lu Zhanbei's back and said: "The fashion show starts at six o'clock. I will wait for you at the hotel entrance. Don't be late."

Lu Zhanbei entered the bathroom, turned on the faucet, squeezed the hand sanitizer, put his hands under the water and scrubbed vigorously. The redness did not stop after washing.

Coming out of the bathroom, the woman was gone in the office.

Lu Zhanbei walked to the desk, picked up the landline microphone, and dialed Li Yuan's phone, "How is she?"

Li Yuan at the other end was a little excited. After disappearing for ten days, Lu finally contacted him, "You are asking Miss Tong, she is very good, Zheng Wei will take care of her, and you can rest assured in terms of safety."

"What is she doing?"

"Wait a moment, I'll call Zheng Wei to ask Zheng Wei, and then I will call you back right away?"

"No." Lu Zhanbei dropped the phone and dialed Zheng Wei again, "I am Lu Zhanbei."

Zheng Wei, "Boss, what's the matter?"

"She's by your side?"

"Miss Tong is in the training room."

Lu Zhanbei raised his eyebrows, "Training room?"

"Yes, Miss Tong participated in a dance variety show and needed three days of retreat training. The coach and Yao Jie accompany her in training, and I was guarding outside the door."

"Yeah." Lu Zhanbei was silent for two seconds, "Is there anything unusual over there recently?"

"Liang Heming tried to start several times, but our people got it done in advance and didn't disturb Miss Tong."

"Yeah." Lu Zhanbei hung up, then dialed the internal number, "Come in."

After a while, the secretary who had received Xu Haiyun walked in, "Mr. Lu."

Lu Zhanbei, "Notify the Warwick Group that I will participate in the fashion show tonight."

The secretary looked surprised. He didn't expect Mr. Lu to actually go. How sacred is that woman? Why would Mr. Lu listen to her?

That woman looks like she should be in her forties. It's impossible to always have that kind of relationship with Lu, right?

Knocking.

Lu Zhanbei curled his fingers and tapped twice on the desktop.

The secretary immediately returned to his senses, "Okay, President Lu, I will make arrangements." When I was about to leave, he remembered something and asked, "How many seats do I need to arrange?"

Lu Zhanbei, "Two."

"What's the name?" The secretary just finished asking, feeling that Lu Zhanbei looked at her with a chill, as if she asked about privacy that shouldn't be asked.

But this is the process. The seats in the first row are all heavyweight guests. There is a row of tables in front of which the position or identity of the guest will be written on the card.

After the fashion show is over, the Warwick Group wants to talk to these people about the latest clothing cooperation. This is the meaning of the fashion show.

Lu Zhanbei didn't speak for a long time, and the secretary asked tentatively: "Are you a partner?"

Lu Zhanbei, "...female companion."

The secretary's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had eaten some incredible melon.

Female partner, turned out to be a female partner? !

This kind of occasion is usually attended as a female partner, either a girlfriend or a very close friend.

After joining the company for three years, Mr. Lu has also been to the branch several times. She has never seen Mr. Lu have a female friend, so that woman is Mr. Lu's secret girlfriend?

But the age difference is a bit big, right?

But it does not rule out that Mr. Lu likes the imperial sister. That woman is always a little older, but she has excellent temperament and excellent maintenance. The charm of a mature woman on her body is also very attractive.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

Lu Zhanbei gave the secretary's thoughts back with a cold scolding. She hurriedly said, "I'll make arrangements." Then she turned around and went out.

**

The fashion show was held in the exhibition hall on the third floor of a five-star hotel.

Tong Yi arrived 20 minutes earlier and found that the exhibitors were all business celebrities, and the works displayed were all supermodels or popular entertainers, including domestic and foreign celebrities, and the scene was quite magnificent.

Tong Yi also met several domestic heavyweight celebrities in the background. In contrast, she is a new artist who is not enough to look at. She was surprised to be included in the invitation, and she did not expect this fashion show to be held. So grand.

Everyone arranged a separate lounge. After entering the lounge, Tong Yi asked Sister Ping, "Are these people invited by your company?"

Sister Ping, "Yes, but you are the only one appointed by Mr. Yang."

Tong Yi was even more surprised, and pointed to himself, "I, hand-picked?"

"Yes, all the artists who exhibited their works were selected by the relevant departments of the company before posting invitations. You are the only one selected by our CEO Yang."

Yang Yunfan is the founder and current president of Warwick Group. These Tong Yi had read the information before coming, but she didn't know this person, and couldn't help being very curious, "Why did he pick me up?"

"I don't know, what the boss's mind is that the people below can understand, Mr. Yang also asked me to ask you if this schedule is tight? If he has time, he would like to treat you to a meal."

When the other party took the initiative to invite, Tong Yi would naturally not refuse. She returned to China the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow she will go to the Lu Group to wait for Lu Zhanbei. After thinking about it, she said, "Tomorrow night."

"Okay, I will tell you the dining address after confirming with Mr. Yang."

Tong Yi nodded.

Sister Ping, "Today's fashion show is mainly divided into three categories, customized, ready-to-wear, and men's clothing. You are a ready-to-wear display. In the middle ring, you can rest for a while."

"it is good."

"Then I'll go out first, I'll call you ahead of time when it's almost time."

"Um."

After Sister Ping went out, Tong Yi planned to squint for a while. She didn't sleep for almost the night last night, and she is indeed a little sleepy now.

When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, there was a knock on the door, and Tong Yi was taken aback and opened his eyes, "Come in."