The President is Too Fierce: Sweet Wife, Be Nice!

"Um."

Said to say a few words casually, two sentences, just finished.

Luling didn't mean to blame her, but she didn't expect her to be so concise.

She pulled Cheng Lianxun and said a lot of polite words on stage.

When Cheng Lianxun stepped down from the stage, she looked around and saw that her brother Zhuo was gone.

She walked back to the small table before, and before she could sit down, a young guy came over with a wine glass.

He Ye is in his early twenties, and his figure is slightly thinner under the suit.

"Hi, my name is He Ye."

Holding a glass of red wine in each of his left and right hands, he handed Cheng Lianxun a glass.

"..."

Cheng Lianxun looked at him, then quickly looked around, and there were quite a lot of people looking at them.

"Hi, my name is Cheng Lianxun."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was not easy to refute face, so she took the wine glass.

"I know, I've seen your ad."

He Ye has good facial features, a canine tooth is exposed in a smile, a bit handsome and a bit cute.

It's not embarrassing to shoot commercials, but when it comes to commercials at this time, Cheng Lianxun is a little embarrassed.

"It turns out that your hair is real. I thought you were wearing a wig for an advertisement."

He Ye looked at her hair.

Long and straight, black and bright, just like in the advertisement.

"Wigs shouldn't be photographed, right?"

Can you still wear a wig for a shampoo commercial?

She heard it for the first time.

The wig is too obvious. If it is exposed, the merchant will no longer sell shampoo.

"Have you gone to college yet?"

The two stood in front of the table, He Ye didn't sit down, and Cheng Lianxun was too embarrassed to sit down.

"It's almost time, you'll be a freshman when school starts."

Cheng Lianxun's plaster cast couldn't move his hands, and he shook the red wine glass in his right hand.

Guilty.

It wasn't because of He Ye's guilty conscience, it was because of the constant gazes cast from all directions that made her uncomfortable.

She couldn't figure out what those people were thinking when they looked at her.

It made her uncomfortable anyway.

"Which university did you go to, and what major?"

He Ye looked Cheng Lianxun up and down, his eyes seemed to become more and more satisfied.

"Didu Film Academy, majoring in acting."

Cheng Lianxun did not hide it.

"Want to be an actor?"

He Ye couldn't hear the emotion, but frowned slightly.

"Um."

She nods.

"Have a drink with me."

He Ye turned his head to look at the crowd, and the wine glass touched her lightly, making a crisp sound.

"I hurt my hand and can't drink."

Cheng Lianxun apologized and refused to drink.

He Ye glanced at the plaster hand hanging in front of her, and didn't make things difficult for her.

"By the way, what's my name?"

When he was about to leave, he suddenly asked her.

"..." Cheng Lianxun looked at his canine teeth when he smiled, and his nerves froze, "He, He..."

He just said, what is his name?

"He Ye, wild wild, remember?"

He Ye was a little injured because he was so handsome that he didn't even remember his name.

"……Um."

His helpless eyes also made Cheng Lianxun helpless.

Maybe we will never see each other again in the future. It doesn't really matter whether you remember his name or not.

After He Ye left.

More and more people came over to say hello to Cheng Lianxun.

She was accompanied by a smiling face, her face was almost frozen with laughter, and her brother Zhuo hadn't appeared yet.

Almost an hour later after socializing.

How wild she wished, so many strange faces came and went, she didn't remember any of them.

Only his name and face, He Ye, can be matched in her mind.

"Hello."

She froze, and when another person appeared in front of her, she subconsciously greeted him.

Third Master Zhuo curled his thin lips, happy.