Huanyu's anniversary celebration was neither big nor small. Li Yaohua brought his wife and daughter to the event, which also gave Lan Jingyu enough face.
On the day of the dinner, Li Ying sneaked into the dressing room to catch Lan Jingyu and hugged him from behind.
"Congratulations, Mr. Lan, on reaching the pinnacle of your life."
Lan Jingyu smiled and raised her chin, and saw in the mirror the slender fingers on her waist, covering the back of her hand.
"A long drought brings sweet rain, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the night of flowers and candles in the wedding room, and the time when the gold medal is named. I haven't met any of the four great joys in life. Where can I find this small peak in life?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly turned around, hugged Li Ying with his backhand, and leaned against the wardrobe.
Li Ying subconsciously raised her hand to check his eyes, "It's almost invisible."
She said: "At least it's Yan Dian."
"If I can't seduce you, what's the point of being handsome?" The man sighed in a pretentious manner.
Li Ying poked his waist, stepped up and kissed his lips, "If you coax me, I will go to the villa with you tonight and not go home."
Lan Jingyu's eyes lit up and he stood up straight immediately, "You really want to follow me?"
"Afraid of you?"
Lan Jingyu opened his mouth and was about to speak when the knocks on the door kept coming as if calling for a soul. He was so angry that he almost cursed.
Li Ying wanted to laugh when she saw how depressed he looked, and twisted away from his arms like a candy bar.
The secretary came over to remind her that it was his turn to speak. The other party saw Li Ying through the crack in the door and reminded her, "Director Li is looking for Miss Li."
When Li Ying heard this, she quickly slipped out of the door.
Passing by Lan Jingyu, he was caught again.
The man said in her ear: "Come on stage later and stand next to me."
"I know, I know."
Love is indeed a contrived thing, and it’s very satisfying to pick out a small detail that fits the same frame.
Lan Jingyu came to the stage to speak, while Li Ying watched from the audience, with her parents beside her.
When the partners came on stage to take a photo with champagne, Lan Jingyu gave up the middle seat to Li Yaohua and his wife, and happened to stand next to Li Ying.
While standing sideways, Li Ying put one hand behind her back. Suddenly, her hand was quietly held.
She held her breath and blinked rapidly, but there was no movement on her face.
The shutter clicks.
The back of the hand was held a little tighter, and then quickly released.
There were people around, and this kind of little excitement was particularly irritating to the Liao people. She didn't even dare to look at Lan Jingyu, and walked in front with Li Jing. Lan Jingyu went around to the back, and talked to Li Yaohua seriously about business.
Countless ribbons were scattered overhead, and the entire venue was filled with lively atmosphere, no worse than the last press conference.
There was no banquet like last time, it was just a cocktail reception, with people drinking wine and glasses, and Lan Jingyu also drank one glass after another.
Li Ying only took two sips to embolden herself.
When it got dark, she lied to avoid her parents and went to Lan Jingyu's lounge to find someone.
Although Lan Jingyu's face was red, he was not drunk. He held Li Ying against the door and asked her, smelling of alcohol, "You're here to pick me up?"
"Passing by."
Lan Jingyu laughed muffledly and rubbed her shoulder, "You are not allowed to pass by, you must come to pick me up."
Li Ying turned her face away and said: "If you drink like this, I suggest you try another day."
Lan Jingyu clicked his tongue and straightened up immediately, "Your suggestion is very immature."
He wiped his face and looked for the key in the room. When he couldn't find the key, he called Akiko, for fear that the cooked duck would fly away.
Li Ying followed him into the car, her heart pounding all the way as she unconsciously recalled the details of that trip to the hotel.
The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, and I felt a little regretful.
Lan Jingyu had expected it and grabbed her hand in advance, staring at her with a sideways smile the whole time.