[Extra] Dr. Huo and President Jiang (2)

The light in those eyes was fleeting, and Jiang Weicheng could only catch a little of it, but judging from tonight's situation, it was not inconsistent. After all, her own eyes had just stayed on the other's male companion for a few seconds.

"Who is this?" Ms. Fang's original name is Fang Hehua, but she never likes to be called by her full name.

She is a person who has worked hard on her own efforts. She had a difficult journey in her early years, and she also loved and hated her. In the end, she was free from the world and concentrated on her career.

After she turned thirty, she only dated boys younger than herself. After she turned thirty-five, her career became more and more successful, she had money and various relationships, and her boyfriend's age began to change.

As it goes lower, the model gradually changes from ordinary love to a relationship similar to nurturing.

Now she is almost forty, and the boyfriend next to her is a popular, young, fresh, and sexy guy she fell in love with two months ago. He is only 21 years old and has just participated in a talent show. He is not popular, but he is unwilling to remain silent, so he

With the current relationship.

However, this kind of transaction-like relationship has gradually made her a little tired of it recently.

Ms. Fang also likes to play a little different content occasionally.

"This is Huo Xichen, my boyfriend. If you have time today, come over and attend the banquet with me."

"Oh?" Ms. Fang tapped the wine glass in her hand with her delicately maintained fingers, and her eyes glanced past Huo Xichen again. This time, there was no emotion in her eyes, as if she was just looking at her: "Look at the age.

It’s not big, have you graduated?”

"Not yet, I will graduate soon." Jiang Weicheng looked back at the tall young man beside him, his eyes full of pride and pride.

"Which subject did you study?"

"Doctor, psychiatrist."

"It turns out he is a top student." After listening to Jiang Weicheng's introduction, Ms. Fang also introduced her male partner as if out of politeness. He is twenty-one years old, has been in the industry for more than two years, is good at dancing and skateboarding, his surname is Shang, and his single name is Qian.

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Jiang Weicheng then remembered where he had met the other party. There had been a youthful and energetic variety show on a certain platform. It seemed to be to support some young artists who had just participated in popular talent show variety shows but were not too popular.

Because it is not a first-line variety show, the advertising costs are not particularly outrageous, so "Orange" brand clothing has become one of the sponsors of the variety show, and one of the ways of advertising is that some of the artists' clothes are made by "Orange"

It is provided and broadcast by the artist in the program.

The artist in charge of oral broadcasting at that time was Shang Qian.

This project was negotiated by Su Tao. She has made rapid progress in the past two years, and she feels comfortable leaving important projects to her to complete independently.

Therefore, during the entire filming of the variety show, she, Mr. Jiang, only went to the scene once. There were too many people at the shooting scene, seven or eight young men and women, and dozens of staff members. She could not tell who was from whom. She had some feelings for Shang Qian.

The impression is still because he said the "Orange" brand's oral, broadcast, advertising and lyrics to the camera at that time.

"Mr. Jiang, we meet again, hello!" Apparently, Shang Qian also has a good memory. He took a step forward and stretched out his hand towards her.

Jiang Weicheng stretched out her right hand and shook it. The other party held her hand for a few seconds before letting go. Then he said in her surprised eyes: "Mr. Jiang, the founder of Chengcheng and a talented fashion designer,

, your hand is very valuable, and it is a great honor to shake your hand."

"Thank you." She often heard others compliment her like this, and didn't think it was anything. However, the person next to her seemed a little unhappy, and the fingertips placed on her lower back were a little heavier, as if to remind her to pay attention to her propriety.

The smile on her face did not change, and she continued to chat with Ms. Fang. The hand that Monk Qian had finished shaking was carried back to her waist without any trace, and was put between the fingers of the person who was tickling her, asking him to hold it as much as possible, pinch it at will, and obediently not to

Just make a fuss.

Ms. Fang has been abroad all year round, and not many people in China know her well. Jiang Weicheng tries his best to chat with each other on topics that interest them.

The conversation generally went smoothly. When it came to work, the other party was also an expert. She had worked at the grassroots level for several years in the early years, and now she has worked hard on her own. Although she does not know how to design, she is no better than Jiang Wei when talking about professional things.

Orange difference.

After two glasses of red wine, the expression between Ms. Fang’s brows became more relaxed. She affectionately called her Xiao Jiang, saying that there were many people today, so we could only chat with her so far. She was staying at a golf resort next to Ninghu Lake these days.

In the hotel, wait until she has time in two days before making an appointment with her for an interview.

Ms. Fang also said that she likes this hotel in S City very much. The golf course is very good and she can play golf together next time.

Finally, before leaving, she added: "Let's make an appointment at a time when everyone is free. You can also call Xiao Huo, and the four of us will play two games."

Jiang Weicheng did not agree immediately and turned to look at Huo Xichen's response.

He was playing with her fingers, folding them back and forth in his palm, and when he saw her looking up at him, he gave her a hum.

The other party has already mentioned four people, so of course he wants to go. Otherwise, if she is allowed to go to the appointment independently, in addition to dealing with a woman who is approaching menopause, she also has to deal with another little fresh guy who doesn't look very serious at first glance.

How tiring.

On the way back, Jiang Weicheng took off his earrings and looked at him sideways: "You obviously hate playing golf, so why are you willing to go?"

She doesn't like playing golf, and she goes there because it's part of her job. As for him, he doesn't like sitting in a car, taking a few slow steps, and swinging a golf club even more.

He likes basketball, he can run and sweat and show off enthusiastically.

Before that, he never went with her when she went to business events.

Huo Xichen pursed his lips, and his red lips curved into an unhappy arc: "That little artist has ambitions for you."

"Are you jealous of other people's boyfriends?"

Huo Xichen didn't answer. He had heard clearly just now that when the other party introduced him, he was talking about his companion, not his boyfriend. There was a big difference.

Besides, what if it’s really your boyfriend? Who says that other people’s boyfriends can’t fall in love with his beautiful girlfriend?

She didn't feel anything herself, but his perception was very clear.

Especially after accompanying her to this banquet today, this understanding became clearer and more intuitive.

From the moment she entered the venue, most of the people who gathered around her were from men.

Older group bosses, elite men in their thirties, even models and young artists in their twenties...their eyes were all filled with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

Also, judging from the studio's current sales, market share, popularity, and brand recognition, it is no longer the small studio it was when it first opened, but a rather large-scale clothing company, even bigger than that.

The scale of Yaren's clothing in Shi Hewen's home was even larger.

As the founder of such a clothing design company with unlimited prospects, she is beautiful, wise and talented, and she has just turned twenty-nine this summer.

Most young boys like female CEOs like this, and they try to find ways to seduce them.

Although he is no longer as insecure as before, this does not prevent him from feeling unhappy and jealous.

He didn't see it before, so he just pretended not to. Now he has seen it, and the other party can hold her hand in front of him. If he didn't go that day, wouldn't the other party be unscrupulous?

"I'm going to go anyway." After stopping the car at a red light, he glanced at her calmly, "I think it's okay to play golf once in a while."

"Okay, go ahead." The cold and arrogant look on his face made her laugh. She leaned over and hooked his arm, saying softly, "Doctor Huo can go if he wants."

She softened her voice, and the original clearness in her voice weakened, but her nasal tone became thicker and sweeter, which made his heart skip a beat.

Dr. Huo, a young man who had been idle for more than a week and was full of blood and energy, suddenly had other thoughts. He turned his head and looked at the person leaning on his arm. His red lips were delicate and soft, and his skin was fair. How could he look like that?

She was almost twenty-nine years old, exactly the same as when he first met her.

No, it's even more beautiful than then.

At that time, Jiang Weicheng had not yet chaired such a large company and had not experienced polishing. Time and experience polished her little by little, allowing the diamond to slowly take on its most beautiful appearance.

Today, Jiang Weicheng's temperament is even better than before, calm, calm, dignified and elegant. He couldn't take his eyes away from her at the banquet just now.

"President Jiang, do you have anything to do with Dr. Huo?" He lowered his head and leaned close to her, gently touching the tip of her nose with his lips. "You know, I always like it when you call me Dr. Huo. How about we go back and give it a try?"

"

This was almost made clear. Jiang Weicheng pretended not to hear it and leaned there motionless.

"Don't pretend not to hear, I bought all the clothes and they just arrived a few days ago."

Jiang Weicheng:......

What misunderstanding do you have about the word doctor?

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The car quickly arrived at the apartment.

As he went upstairs, he coaxed her with kisses and hugs. In the end, the topic of "doctor" was still ruthlessly dismissed, but he took a step back, and she had to take a step back and agreed to take a bath with him.

Huo Xichen's heart boiled, and he pinched the thin waist of the person in his arms. He felt that the time at this moment was very difficult, and he also disliked the fact that the elevator was rising too slowly.

After finally entering the apartment, he took the small shawl bag in her hand and threw it towards the entrance. He pressed her against the door and kissed her hard.

In the hospital parking lot, he only touched her lips, and the banquet was even more inappropriate. He had long wanted to kiss her like this.

You want to penetrate into her mouth, intertwine with her lips and tongue, and feel the sweetness and softness in every place.

Perhaps his eagerness frightened her a little. At first, she didn't react and allowed him to kiss her rudely. Then she quickly reacted to his actions, hooked her arms around his neck, and bit him lightly first.

, she let him go while he was in pain, then smiled and kissed him in turn.

The fingers on her waist suddenly tightened.

He kissed her for a long time, and when they let go they were both panting. Compared to her, he had a bigger reaction and couldn't hide it anymore.

He stared at her moist, slightly swollen lips, kissed them again, and then let go of her: "Go in first and wait for me. I'll get something."

"Don't take weird things." She had to say more.

In fact, Huo Xichen didn't want to take anything. He hadn't seen her for more than a week, so he just wanted to give her a good hug. He went to get lavender scented candles and essential oils, hoping to calm her mind and get rid of her fatigue.
To be continued...