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    "Compared with his behavior that day, Zhou Yu did not appear in her life in a big way.

    Wan Yun felt uneasy for a few days to let herself feel relieved.  He is a smart and cunning person who will never look back compared to himself, and he only talks about lawsuits, that's all.  Admittedly, she occasionally thought of the rose that Zhou Yu held in his hand that day. Its fragrance was so fragrant that it always seemed to remind her of how shining memories were.

    Even if it¡¯s a game or a dream.

    After all, people cannot completely overturn their past. How to "not miss it" is a difficult problem.  Fortunately, someone's presence diverted most of her attention.

    The first public appearance of a newlywed couple in a social setting is very important.  As a rising business star, Feng Jian was invited to the stage to give a speech. He had ten minutes to introduce himself, the company he founded, and his wife's company to many senior executives.

    When Feng Jian asked his secretary to revise his speech for the third time, He Long called Wanyun.

    She is on vacation in Switzerland at the moment. With Feng Jian as a prominent figure, the mother-in-law begins to gradually withdraw from the business and prepare to enjoy life.  Ms. He generally agreed with Feng Jian's work ability. Apart from anything else, she only asked Wan Yun not to let him wear those farm-colored clothes on stage.

    To be fair, Feng Jian¡¯s taste is far from appalling.  His suits are mainly black, gray and blue, and are made of good materials. Only his shirt and tie can be described as indescribable.

    Wan Yun asked Feng Jian: "What is your favorite men's clothing brand?"

    Feng Jian stared at the speech written by his secretary for him, tied his tie in front of the mirror, and said perfunctorily: "No."

    Wan Yun suggested impartially: "You should have one." He frowned and said, "This tie doesn't seem to match the suit."

    Feng Jian frowned and looked at her, but he followed the instructions and changed to another one.

    The color is too dark, the pattern is old-fashioned, it doesn¡¯t match the shirt, and it¡¯s khaki?  Wan Yun used up all the comments, and Feng Jian finally spread his hands, saying that he was out of ammunition and food.

    Although she had expected it, Wan Yun was still a little surprised: "You only have a few ties?" Thinking again about the shocking glimpse of Feng Jian's wardrobe before, "Then your bottom drawer is rolled up into a ball, and it contains-"

    He simply said: "Those are socks."

    Feng Jian picked up the tie he originally selected, tied it on skillfully, and pointed to the messy ties all over the bed: "You asked me to change so many ties, so you have to fold them and put them in the drawer later. Ten minutes.  I'll wait for you downstairs later."

    Then we passed by each other and refused to gossip any more.

    Zhen¡¯s mother was adjusting Wanyun¡¯s skirt, muttering back and forth about Feng Jian¡¯s inconsideration.  Wan Yun thought about Feng Jian's wardrobe, then left the check he had written before and asked Zhen's mother to contact Third Uncle's personal suit tailor.

    Before arriving at the venue, she grabbed Feng Jian again.

    "When you finish your work later, remember to accompany me to say hello to those ladies."

    Feng Jian has always been afraid of being disturbed, and has always stayed away from the ladies of the powerful wives. She couldn't help but frown: "Why do you want me to go?"

    "It's just basic etiquette." After a pause, she said, "By the way, do you know how to compliment a woman naturally?"

    Feng Jian sneered: "Of course I understand."

    Wan Yun then said: "Can you demonstrate to me?"

    Feng Jian carefully said every word: "Hello, Miss."

    Wan Yun waited for Feng Jian for a while, and then said: "Well, actually compliments are not that important."

    After asking the security guard to sign the names of Mr. and Mrs. Feng at the front desk of the venue, Wanyun also taught him some basic etiquette.

    "If you want to praise them but can't find the words or topic for the moment, just smile and look at the other person. When the other person is a little embarrassed, ask them their name immediately - and show interest after asking."

    "You take the initiative to express your interest?"

    "If you encounter a question you don't want to answer, don't refuse, let alone say you don't want to answer. You can ask her: Do you need me to get you a drink? Then don't come back after getting the drink."

    "You still want to take the initiative to get wine for others?"

    ¡°You don¡¯t need to please them, but remember not to offend them. If they ask you about topics in gossip magazines¡ª¡ª¡±

    Feng Jian paused: "Why do they still read those junk magazines?"

    "Well, some people read it and some don't. Everyone will have their own source of information. Maybe there are gossip magazines in that source." Wan Yun said, "Feng Jian, your attitude towards the female guests today will directly affect what the magazine will do tomorrow.  Write about you and my attitude towards you. Believe me, female guests are invisible.p; Wan Yun said lightly: "Feng Jian, are you really unwilling to make some changes? This is not difficult. If you want to integrate into this circle, you can't be so self-righteous¡ª¡ª"

    "I will change when I think I need to change. But now, Li Wanyun, can you try to waste other people's time?"

    Wan Yun pursed her lips and stared at him, and finally seemed to give up: "Very good, look at the screen on the stage."

    Feng Jian looked at her with disdain and looked at her with the same sneer.  However, the subordinate trembled and said: "Boss, on the screen"

    Feng Jian glanced casually, then looked back to the stage in disbelief, his black eyes tightening.

    The slide on the big screen was supposed to have Feng Jian¡¯s name written on it, and the Hongsen Controls trademark in the upper right corner.  However, at this moment, the English abbreviation of Hun Sen Self-control has been changed to: househusband.

    This title floated above Feng Jian, seeming to highlight his new identity.

    The orchestral music in the hall has stopped playing, and the originally scattered crowd is gradually preparing to gather in the center.  So far, no one has noticed this detail, but after a while, when the lights in the hall dim, the red and white fonts on the screen will become more noticeable.

    ¡ª¡ªThis woman is making a bad joke again, but damn, it works, and it¡¯s representative of the insult.

    Feng Jian looked at Wan Yun sharply: "What are you doing?"

    Wan Yun said softly: "With Mrs. Feng's status, she can do a lot of things."

    Feng Jian said sharply: "Turn it off!!!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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