Wu Pengpeng looked up and saw He Qianshan standing at the door, arms folded, looking at her leisurely.
Beside him stood a girl with picturesque features, also staring at her intently.
Wu Pengpeng thought that the original owner's appearance was already of a high standard, but compared with the girl in front of her, she was completely outshone.
The two of them just stood there casually, forming a gorgeous picture that made people unable to take their eyes off.
"Their looks are so well - matched!" Even Zhao Bufan, who usually didn't care much about looks, couldn't help but lean over and whisper in Wu Pengpeng's ear, "If they had a child, how good - looking it would be."
Good - looking my foot!
Wu Pengpeng felt inexplicably irritated, and her chest felt stuffy.
She quickly stood up and walked quickly to the door. She stood right between He Qianshan and the beauty, separating them.
"Of course not, God of Beauty." She quickly put on a smiling face like changing masks and looked up at He Qianshan, "You're a beauty, but you're no airhead."
The beauty beside them awkwardly touched her nose. This was clearly implying that she was a "dumb beauty", wasn't it?
Wu Pengpeng didn't care about her feelings at all. She casually grabbed He Qianshan's arm, quietly asserting her claim: "Didn't you have something to do today? Why are you here?"
He Qianshan read a hint of jealousy from Wu Pengpeng's small gesture, and this realization made him secretly happy.
Looking at the small hand on his arm, the corner of his mouth involuntarily curled up: "I came to see you."
This wasn't just sweet talk to please Wu Pengpeng. Originally, he had an appointment with Han Xiaochen of "Youwang" this morning, but early in the morning, Fu Heng called and told him not to spend too much time on Wu Pengpeng. As for the reason, he couldn't explain it clearly.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Heng sent a Weibo link. He opened it and saw it was a recruitment notice.
He Qianshan knew that this matter must be related to him.
So he called Han Xiaochen and rescheduled the meeting for the afternoon. He came here specially.
Hearing He Qianshan's words, Wu Pengpeng was stunned for a moment at first, and then the corner of her mouth slowly curled up, almost reaching her ears.
"Come on, go and sit down." She held He Qianshan's arm and walked all the way to their seats. Only then did she remember the beauty who had been left aside, "Who are you?"
Now that He Qianshan had soothed her mood, Wu Pengpeng was in a great mood. She even thought the beauty looked a lot more pleasing to the eye. Flipping through the resume in her hand, she said blankly, "We didn't receive your resume."
"Ye Minmin." The beauty nodded towards the left - hand side, "That's it."
Wu Pengpeng picked it up and saw that the name on the resume was indeed this one. However, the photo was so heavily edited to look like a web celebrity that she didn't recognize it.
She carefully read the resume through and found that the girl was good - for - nothing, which was just to her liking: "I see you used to be an entertainer."
Ye Minmin walked over, pulled a chair and sat down opposite her, simply uttering an "mm".
Wu Pengpeng wondered, "Then why did you quit?"
To be fair, her face was very suitable for being a star.
A trace of uneasiness flashed across Ye Minmin's beautiful face, and she said awkwardly, "No reason."
Wu Pengpeng was even more confused. Before she could say anything else, Shen Qianqian leaned over and whispered to her, "She was a member of the former girl group Seven."
That was a top - level girl group selected from a phenomenon - level popular talent show. All the members were both beautiful and talented, except Ye Minmin, who was voted in by fans just because of her looks.
The company originally wanted her to be the face of the group, but her singing and dancing skills were so poor that she would just slack off on any stage.
Before long, the whole group was dragged down by her. After the other members went solo, they all developed well, but she could do nothing.
The company was reluctant to give up this花瓶 and invested money for her to act, but all she could do was frown and stare.
Netizens all said, "Sister, stop acting. Just be a vase obediently."
After continuously ruining the reputations of several big IPs, no project dared to use her.
She was forced to be a vase for two years without creating any value for the company, and then the company terminated her contract.
To be able to single - handedly bring down a top - level girl group, her destructive power was too strong. She was simply a tailor - made money - wasting weapon!
However, the way she looked at He Qianshan always seemed invasive, which made Wu Pengpeng feel uncomfortable.
The rational and jealous little voices in her head fought for three hundred rounds, and finally the rational one won narrowly.
Life was at stake. Only by staying alive could she be qualified to stand beside He Qianshan.
Wu Pengpeng pressed the resume beside her and immediately decided, "Then Miss Ye can stay!"
Ye Minmin seemed to have expected this result long ago. There was no trace of surprise on her face: "Thank you, President Wu. I'll go back first."
Saying that, she stood up and was about to leave. When she turned around, she paused for a moment and waved to He Qianshan: "See you next time, God of Beauty."
She dared to flirt with God of Beauty right in front of her!
This time Wu Pengpeng couldn't bear it: "You're not allowed to call him God of Beauty."
Ye Minmin tilted her head slightly to look at her, with a hint of provoking mockery in her eyes: "Why?"
Wu Pengpeng blurted out, "Because this is..."
Half - way through her words, she suddenly came to her senses and quickly shut her mouth, blushing.
"This is her exclusive title."
A gentle voice sounded in her ear. Wu Pengpeng turned her head and saw He Qianshan looking at her tenderly.
She was like a bristling cat that had been gently stroked by its owner. Her whole heart was soothed, and her eyes and brows were filled with a smile.
Ye Minmin gave them a meaningful look, then shrugged and left without saying a word.
He Qianshan sat beside Wu Pengpeng and accompanied her for the whole morning's interview. After they had lunch in take - away boxes together, he got up to say goodbye: "It's about time. I have to go."
"Okay." Wu Pengpeng walked him to the door, "Let's have dinner together tonight!"
He Qianshan readily agreed, "Sure!"
Thinking about the date in the evening, He Qianshan was in a good mood all the way. There was a faint smile on his lips.
Fu Heng had never seen his boss like this. He couldn't help but look at him several times, trying to confirm if this was still his ice - cold President He.
When he stole a fifth glance, He Qianshan finally couldn't help but say, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Fu Heng looked at him carefully again and asked tentatively, "Boss, are you okay?"
He Qianshan turned his head to look at him but didn't say a word, with an expression of "Do I look like I have something wrong?"
Fu Heng was a bit tangled. Scratching his head, he said, "General Manager Xu and the others said that you've been acting strange recently."
He paused for a moment and affirmed his thought, "I also think you're acting strange."
He Qianshan sneered, "If you do a few more reports, you'll think I'm normal."
This was still his cold - blooded boss after all!
Fu Heng was stunned for a moment and then trotted to catch up, "Boss, I think you're perfectly normal!"
Since it was the first meeting between the two parties, they needed to re - sort out the whole project. They had been talking for three hours and still hadn't finished.
During the break, He Qianshan took out his phone, intending to send a message to Wu Pengpeng to say that he might finish late.
However, when he opened his phone and took a look, his face instantly turned as pale as a sheet. He suddenly stood up and accidentally tripped over the chair: "Let's call it a day today. Excuse me."
After saying that, without waiting for a response from the people present, he picked up his bag and strode away. Along the way, he tripped over several more chairs, but he seemed not to notice. Stumbling, he rushed towards the door.
Han Xiaochen was completely puzzled: "What's wrong with General Manager He?"
In his impression, this young man who was in charge of the Song Group was a mythical figure in the business world. He was calm, self - controlled, rational, and restrained, like a perfectly - set machine that would never go wrong.
Had a part of this machine broken down?
Fu Heng was also completely confused. He opened his phone in puzzlement, and the top - headlined news was a social report.
The bold and enlarged title was particularly eye - catching - The world's richest woman, Wu Pengpeng, has been in a serious car accident. Her life is hanging by a thread, and her life or death is uncertain.
Below it was a photo of Wu Pengpeng lying in a pool of blood.
Fu Heng stared at the picture for a long time before finally finding his voice: "He's facing a big problem."