A special arrangement
Qiao Zhuo didn't expect that he would receive such a mission in the middle of the night. He didn't take it as a task because Qiao Zhuo worshipped power and status. He felt that this was an opportunity to reach an agreement with the president and an important turning point in his life. Therefore, he, who always valued his appearance and maintenance, paid special attention to his words and deeds when he went to work the next morning.
He has a very attractive face for women, with rare red phoenix eyes, smiling lips, handsome eyebrows and eyes, and witty and humorous words. Many women come to him on their own initiative.
Qiao Zhuo is a diplomat, but some time ago, because of major omissions in some work, he has now been demoted and stayed in the news department as an administrative staff, but his ambition has not been lost. Although he has been demoted, he still smiles at life, which is impressive.
Qiao Zhuo took the initiative to help a colleague send materials to the archive room early in the morning. He was dressed in overalls, handsome and sunny, and had a good temperament. He was curious about what his target looked like.
Qiao Zhuo was striding through a corridor. Suddenly, a girl turned out with her head buried. The materials in their hands fell to the ground because of the careless collision.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The girl was a little flustered and quickly bowed her head to pick up the documents.
Qiao Zhuo also hurriedly blamed himself and admitted his mistake: "it's my fault. I'm in a hurry!"
The girl looked up and smiled at him, indicating that she was responsible.
When Qiao Zhuo reached out to pick up the document in front of her, his eyes suddenly saw the work number on her clothes, which read Lan Yanxi. His outstretched hand froze instantly.
"Which department are you from?" Qiao Zhuo was a little confused and nervous for a while. Unexpectedly, he bumped into Lan Yanxi on the way to the archive room. He had to calm down and pretend to ask curiously.
"Archive!" Lan Yanxi pointed to his work card.
Qiao Zhuo's face flashed, and suddenly he quickly picked up several documents on the ground that did not belong to him, mixed them in his pile of documents, and then pretended to stand up in a hurry: "I'm in a hurry to have a meeting!"
After that, he turned to the news department and decided not to go to the archive room. He believed that Lan Yanxi would soon come to him to ask for the documents back. These documents are very important and need to be kept and archived. There are fewer pages in them. When Lan Yanxi checks them, he will definitely find them.
"Oh..." Lan Yanxi, who is 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 wouldn't take them. After all, it's also very troublesome to change the wrong things.
Unfortunately, Lan Yanxi is naive.
Wan Qianqian's work is also officially launched. She takes off her coat and wears a blue sweater with a high collar. Her sleeves are rolled up, revealing a small section of white and slender arms. Her long hair is also tied into a ponytail. She holds a pen and draws on the wall like flowing clouds and water. She is a natural painter. Every stroke of the brush is extraordinary and admirable.
Wan Qianqian's mobile phone suddenly jumped out a message. She quickly put down her pen and said to the assistant beside her, "bring me my mobile phone!"
The assistant hurriedly sent it over. Wan Qianqian stared at it, and the corner of her mouth rose instantly: "I have something to do at noon. You can clean up here later."
The assistant nodded quickly. Wan Qianqian spread out her long hair and decided to go to the bathroom to make up. Because the president said first that he had an appointment with Ling Mofeng for lunch at noon and wanted to call her together.
In fact, it's just a casual meal. It's not an external meal. It's just that some internal leaders get together for lunch. Wan Qianqian knows that this is her good opportunity. Naturally, she won't miss it.
Wan Qianqian took her handbag and went to the bathroom quickly. As soon as she entered, she saw a woman who was also making up in front of the mirror.
Yang he saw the beautiful woman coming in, quickly put away the cheap cosmetics on her hand, and stared at Wan Qianqian with a pair of beautiful eyes that could not hide her hatred.
As a woman, Wan Qianqian seems to know the jealousy in the other party's eyes.
However, she doesn't care. Beautiful things are born to make people jealous. So are women. Who doesn't envy those who are born beautiful?
Yang he didn't leave immediately. She pretended to take out her mobile phone to play.
Wan Qianqian opened her handbag and took out all the luxurious and expensive cosmetics. Every one of them was what Yang he dreamed of. Just like when she opened Lan Yanxi's cosmetic bag, she saw those things that she might not be able to have in her life. Only then did she understand that beautiful women, everything they piled up, could only be described by one word, expensive. Of course, only rich people could be beautiful. She was more and more aware of the reality of the problem.
Wan Qianqian traced her red lips, and a pair of eyes found that the woman around her was peeping at herself. She put down her lipstick and asked lightly, "miss, do you need my help?"
Yang he woke up abruptly and immediately smiled coldly: "why do I need your help?"
"I thought you wanted to know the effect of my cosmetics." Wan Qianqian raised a smile at the corner of her mouth, and the irony was obvious.
Yang he's face turned blue and white in an instant. She snorted and left quickly.
Wan Qianqian straightened her collar and was glad that she was wearing bright and beautiful clothes today. I believe that she would not lose her elegance at the table for a while.
Ling Mofeng received an invitation from the president to have lunch with a group of ministers in the box on the third floor of the cafeteria of the general office.
Adjutant Chu asked worriedly, "sir, Mr. President suddenly invited you to have lunch with him. What is the purpose?"
"Maybe it's related to 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 had something to do with him? It wasn't done by terrorists? "Adjutant Chu couldn't help asking.
"Maybe, anyway, since he invited me, I can't help going." Ling Mofeng sneered.
"It's just a meal. It shouldn't be dangerous!" Adjutant Chu wants to be close to protect, but all the important ministers of the country are sitting at the table. He is afraid that he has no right to go to the table.
"It's OK. I'll be careful myself. We have a lot of people in it. He won't mess around." Ling Mofeng is not afraid.
At the lunch table, Ling Mofeng's position is second only to the president's, but beside him, a beautiful woman is unexpectedly arranged. It's Wan Qianqian. As soon as she enters the door, she hears the staff say that her position is beside Ling Mofeng. She is happy.
Because it's just a very private lunch, the positions arranged on the scene are not so important here.
When Ling Mofeng stepped in, he saw Wan Qianqian, and her eyes changed slightly.
"Hello, Mr. vice president!" Wan Qianqian quickly stood up and greeted him politely.
"Why are you here?" Ling Mofeng sat down in his seat and expressed his surprise.
"I was also invited by Mr. President to come here. It's a great honor to sit beside Mr. vice president!" Wan Qianqian has always been generous in etiquette.
At this time, the old president also came in. On the round table, there were two important ministers. The old president looked at it and said with a smile, "it must be boring to let Miss Wan eat with us old men. Fortunately, I arranged for our young and promising vice president to sit beside you. You young people, there is no generation gap, and it is better to exchange ideas."
A group of ministers below also followed with a smile. Ling Mofeng said with a light smile, "I appreciate your kindness. I'm afraid Miss Wan will dislike me for being boring!"
Wan Qianqian said with a smile at the right time: "Mr. vice president is too modest. I have always admired your talent and bearing. It's a very happy thing to have such a good opportunity to communicate with you at the table."
It's just a simple meal. What the ministers on the table are talking about is not a national event. Instead, they are interested in the aroma of lunch food and wine. Wan Qianqian has already toasted a circle of wine. At the moment, her face is slightly red and she is dizzy and drunk.
Ling Mofeng is a good drinker, and his people have secretly blocked a lot of wine for him, so at the moment, although Jun's face is slightly red, he is not drunk.
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