marital love

Only after Wen Yao and Yan Sui arrived at the office building did she understand why he was so sure of her.

Because Hong Kong sent two Frenchmen who are not young, in order to facilitate the meeting, the rest of them brought translators.

The person in charge of meeting minutes at KZ went directly to the hospital, and no one can understand French at the moment, so Wen Yao stepped forward.

However, when Wen Yao got the relevant information of each leader, he looked at Yan Sui suspiciously.

Soon he was relieved again.

If Yan Suiruo wanted to check her, it would not be difficult, and it should be easy if he knew that she knew French.

So he suppressed this doubt.

Yan Sui sat on the executive chair, leaned back slightly, and looked at her, "How do you remember?"

Wen Yao stared at the document in his hand seriously, and ignored him.

After Yan Sui knocked on the table, as if to signal a reminder.

Only then did Wen Yao calmly say, "Almost."

She raised her chin slightly, revealing the beautiful curve of her neck, revealing her confidence, and turned her eyes to look at him, "There should be no problem."

"Should?" the man repeated.

The sound is neither high nor low.

There was some oppression faintly.

"In my opinion, if Ms. Wen is only as sure as she should be, then there is a high probability that KZ's interview will not be successful."

Wen Yao smiled at him, with a soft voice: "If Mr. Yan is not satisfied, then please find someone else."

"And—" She paused, her beautiful eyes curled up, she put down the document with pale fingers, and then put her hands together on her knees, with a cold and rigorous attitude, "The aggressive method is useless to me."

Yan Sui's eyes deepened, and after looking at her for a while, the corners of his lips curled into a half-smile, "Then I'll wait and see."

Wen Yao has previous internship experience, and she is also very familiar with French, but she also knows that this opportunity must be seized.

Yan Sui's mind is hard to guess, who knows if she will agree to her first and then regret it, so she must go all out to at least leave a good impression.

Moreover, from the information she has read, these people are either rich or expensive, and most of them are big names in the investment banking and financial circles.

It is extremely lucky to have a sense of presence.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

People entered the meeting room one after another.

There are not only representatives from KZ, but also other investment partners.

Wen Yao followed Yan Sui.

See him coming and going with other people.

The momentum of his body changed instantly, and the sense of oppression of being in a high position was extremely heavy. The man's expression was indifferent, his brows and eyes were cold, but he had a strong posture that could not be refuted.

When others saw Wen Yao, they were slightly startled, and then smiled and said, "Mr. Yan has a new assistant? I haven't seen the one next to you before."

Wen Yao has been acting as an invisible person by the side, not wanting to be called suddenly, her heart skipped a beat twice.

She raised her head slightly.

Just in time to meet Shang Yan Sui's gaze, the man glanced deeply and casually, and said calmly: "No, this is KZ's intern."

Before she could react, Yan Sui said in the next moment, "This is President Liu of Yuanhang Technology."

Wen Yao froze, her expression froze for a moment.

But he stepped forward reflexively, "Hello, Mr. Liu."

The person who spoke with Yan Sui smiled, and his eyes stayed on her for a few more seconds, with a look of inquiring, and then continued: "It seems that KZ is worthy of being a pioneer in the industry, even the interns are so smart and beautiful."

Yan Sui smiled lightly: "Mr. Liu was joking."

Taking advantage of the gap between entering the meeting room and walking towards the seat, Wen Yao leaned over and asked Yan Sui, "What are you doing with my introducer?"

Yan Sui glanced at her casually, "Guess."

Wen Yao: "..."

She took a breath, unable to figure out his intention.

He frowned involuntarily, "What do you mean by that? When did I become KZ's intern?"

Yan Sui pulled out a seat and stared at her for two seconds.

Wen Yao was a little scared by him, he didn't move, and she didn't move either.

Thinking that he was a kind gentleman who pulled out the seat for her, he was about to sit in it.

I saw Yan Sui sitting down straight.

"..."

Something is wrong.

But he seemed to understand what she was thinking, and tilted his head slightly to signal, "Your seat is next to you."

Wen Yao pursed her lips slightly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes and sat down.

The skirt swept over his legs.

Yan followed his gaze, then slowly retracted his gaze.

Wen Yao felt that he might have misunderstood his thoughts, looked around, and found that there were still some people who hadn't arrived, so they probably had to wait a while, so she lowered her voice and leaned over, "I've already done an internship, and the official entry should be Analyst."

"will not."

The two words came back mercilessly.

Wen Yao held back, and couldn't help retorting, "Why not?"

"If I say no, I won't."

Wen Yao's heart tightened immediately, her voice was inexplicably astringent, "You don't want to find fault with me again, do you?"

Yan Sui glanced at her.

It was that kind of disdainful look.

Wen Yao thought of the fact that she was vetoed and eliminated by him in public, "If you trip me up during the interview, then Mr. Yan, the meeting minutes, you can do it yourself."

Her voice was low and light, not deterrent, but all of them revealed threats.

Looking at it from Yan Sui's point of view, one could see her slender eyelashes trembling uncomfortably, her facial features were fair and delicate, and the corners of her lips were slightly drawn, as if she was tense and strong, as if she was about to counterattack in the next second.

He said, "Why, do you want to retreat?"

Wen Yao didn't look at him, and said without changing expression: "Just tell the truth."

However, Yan Sui didn't continue to entangle her with this topic, tapped her computer with his fingertips, and his eyes fell not far away, "Everyone is here."

Obvious.

It means that it has reached this point, and it is impossible to give her a chance to be a deserter.

Wen Yao settled down.

In fact, she didn't mean to leave, but just to test it out.

But Yan Sui was too slippery, which made her feel irritable, and the stone in her heart could not be dropped.

I also had to rush the ducks to the shelves.

Focus on her current "job".

The meeting was lengthy.

Two and a half hours.

There was a war of words.

Wen Yao is rarely exposed to such situations, and faces high pressure from all parties.

At first, her attention would be diverted to Yan Sui, listening to his voice was not rushing, but he was sure of winning, and then she gradually gave up.

Completely as if he didn't exist.

By the end of the meeting, it was as if she had fought a high-intensity war, with sweat dripping down her spine.

Withdrew his hands, Wen Yao closed his eyes, staring at the computer for a long time, swollen and aching.

Yan Sui turned his face sideways, and his eyes lightly brushed past her.

Stand up and shake hands with others.

Wen Yao also stood up and bowed slightly.

When she was almost gone, Yan Sui turned to look at her, "How do you feel?"

Wen Yao's temples were sporadically wet, her face was a little pale, she licked her lower lip, and said weakly, "Don't play tricks on my interview."

Then he pushed the computer away to see for himself.

Yan Sui didn't even look at it, and just raised his hand to close the computer.

"Let's go."

Wen Yao kept the same posture, her whole body became stiff after sitting for a long time, she raised her hand and touched her neck, "Where are you going?"

"There is still a dinner."

"Oh."

She took the computer with her and followed him out.

There were other people around, Wen Yao looked at it, as if she was in the aura of elites.

After walking a few steps, Wen Yao's eyes suddenly went dark.

The footsteps stepped on by the high heels were messy.

She fell straight forward uncontrollably.

Yan Sui felt something was wrong, his expression froze suddenly, and at the moment when a scent of fragrance suppressed him, he quickly supported him with his eyes and hands.

Wen Yao flung himself full.

His feet were so soft that he slid straight down and couldn't stand still.

Yan Sui's expression changed instantly, "Wen Yao?"

Wen Yao was trembling in his arms, unable to answer, her field of vision was dark, and sharp tingling pains came from her mind, which made her mind confused, and everything outside was blocked.

Yan Sui didn't even think about it, he just hugged him horizontally, "Tang Meng."

The woman who huddled in the back from time to time gossips here curiously, pricked up her ears and her body shook suddenly: "Yes, Mr. Yan!"

"Bring something."

After Yan Sui finished his explanation in a deep voice, he strode straight to another elevator with Wen Yao in his arms.

The rest of the KZ staff, you look at me, I look at you.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Flashes of disbelief.

Wen Yao's sudden appearance had already taken them by surprise. They thought it was Mr. Yan calling for foreign aid, but now——

They're not sure anymore.

"girlfriend?"

"younger sister?"

"lover?"

Tang Meng stepped forward to put the computer bag on, and heard several people chatting together, thinking of Mr. Yan's anxious look just now, he smiled, "Could it be the hidden wife?"

"..."

"........."

Although Wen Yao's identity made them suspicious, no one dared to inquire about it.

The elevator plummeted.

Wen Yao was awakened by the pain in his arm.

The first thing that caught her eye was a man's chest. The breath was very familiar. She frowned, and the next second she felt the pain in her arm being clenched.

Then he raised his head slightly, and saw Yan Sui's face that was so stern that he couldn't look at it.

She trembled with fright.

It also attracted the attention of men.

His dark eyes were pressed down, as if he wanted to look into her heart.

Wen Yao looked at his terrifying and gloomy face, and said hesitantly: "Can you let me down..."

Yan Sui looked at her without saying a word.

Wen Yao sensitively sensed that something was wrong, and she didn't dare to act rashly. She always felt that Yan Sui's face in front of her was so ugly that she wanted to eat people.

"Mr. Yan?"

After a few moments, Yan Sui dropped his hand.

Wen Yao was let down.

As soon as her feet hit the ground, she couldn't stop falling towards him.

The man was indifferent and no longer reached out to help.

Wen Yao had no choice but to grab his arms, borrowing some strength to regain his footing.

"Thank you."

She felt herself holding his arm, and the muscles swelled, as if tense.

It was just her and him in the elevator.

Wen Yao didn't feel anything before, but now she really feels depressed.

She was a little confused about the situation.

Obviously she has a problem, why is he so angry?

Just because he hugged her?

Wen Yao thought stingily, she didn't ask him to hug her, so why not show her face?

It is estimated that the pressure was too great and the nerves were tense before, so after relaxing, the brain seemed to be unsupplied, and the person lost consciousness for only a moment.

In fact, after learning that I have amnesia, this situation has become accustomed to it.

"Wen Yao."

The man suddenly called her name with a cold voice.

Wen Yao met his gaze, moved her lips, but did not make a sound.

nothing else.

Just because Yan Sui looked at her, she was so oppressed that she couldn't speak.

"You are sick."

It sounds like you're swearing.

But Wen Yao reacted after being stunned for a moment, and said bluntly, "I didn't."

"Is it the aftermath of a car accident?"

Wen Yao didn't say a word.

Subconsciously, he clenched his hands tightly, breathing lightly.

"No ..."

"Then why did you faint just now?"

Wen Yao: "Hypoglycemia."

"Is it."

The two plain words reveal unbelief.

Yan Sui flicked his sleeve inadvertently, he restrained his expression, and took back the awe-inspiring coercion on his body, but what he said gave Wen Yao a full warning: "You should know that joining an investment bank is What kind of working condition."

How could Wen Yao not know.

To be precise, whether it is an investment bank or any other industry, good health is capital. If you can’t adapt to the strong work pressure, then everything is out of the question.

And what he meant, Wen Yao could hear clearly.

"Don't worry, I can."
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Wen Yao offended Yan Sui.

She sat on the bench next to him all night.

The man no longer said a word to her.

Probably thought she was stubborn and stubborn, hard to tame.

Bosses like obedient employees.

Obviously Wen Yao is not.

Although Yan Sui is extraordinarily indifferent towards her, the rest of KZ are extraordinarily enthusiastic towards her.

Wen Yao was a little confused, but she remained calm.

It is taboo to write emotions on the face in the workplace.

Especially her current status is embarrassing.

After the dinner is over.

The number one gossipist Tang Meng was pushed forward, walked over, and handed over the computer bag in her hand, "Miss Wen, this is your thing."

Wen Yao glanced at it, smiled lightly, and took it casually, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Tang Meng smiled, then looked around, but did not leave, and stood beside Wen Yao.

Wen Yao could feel that she had something to say, so she didn't say anything, but asked after a few seconds: "Sister Tang, do you have anything to ask me?"

Before Yan Sui briefly introduced the project team members, Wen Yao had a good memory and remembered them all.

Tang Meng's eyes lit up, and she coughed twice in a concealed manner, "It's nothing, I just want to ask—"

She paused and looked at Wen Yao.

Wen Yao's eyes are calm, her eyebrows are clear and beautiful, not aggressive, with an inexplicable gentleness and elegance, but a faint sense of alienation.

Tang Meng's next words were stuck in her throat.

I almost doubted that there was something wrong with my eyes.

Blink, take a look.

Take another look.

Wen Yao slightly hooked her lips, "Sister Tang Meng?"

Tang Meng came back to her senses suddenly, and smiled embarrassingly, "Oh yes... Did you feel uncomfortable before? You fainted suddenly, and it was a little scary."

Wen Yao still used the same rhetoric: "It's okay, hypoglycemia has occurred."

"Well, in fact, you can bring some sugar or chocolate on your body, which is useful for dealing with hypoglycemia, and—"

Tang Meng took the words and followed them a bit, and she caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of her eye, and her words came to an abrupt end.

Then she said quickly: "Miss Wen, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, so I left first."

Wen Yao smiled: "Okay."

She moved her gaze over, and happened to meet Shang Yansui's icy gaze.

Tang Meng ran away non-stop, trying to minimize his sense of existence, and returned to the large army.

A group of people came forward and asked one after another, causing her a headache.

I had no choice but to stop, "I didn't ask, it's not easy to ask."

Everyone was upset.

Tang Meng quietly turned around and glanced at Wen Yao's direction.

He saw her walking towards Yan Sui gradually.

Can't help but patted his chest.

It's strange, she saw a trace of Mr. Yan's spirit on her face just now.

It's the kind that is cold and untouchable.