589 589. Attend the annual meeting

Song Beibei thought of the embarrassing incident earlier.

Of course, she wouldn't agree to Gu Yanqing's request.

Besides, she hadn't attended any of the Pearl Group's annual meetings over the years.

She had basically never attended any of them.

To her, the annual meeting was nothing more than eating and drinking.

Wherever she couldn't eat and drink, she had to go to the annual meeting to eat.

If she were to go, she would definitely attract the attention of countless people.

Song Beibei didn't want to.

Song Beibei directly rejected, "I'm not going. "

However, Song Beibei was somewhat puzzled.

Why did Gu Yanqing have to go.

In the past, Gu Yanqing would indeed attend the annual meeting.

However, usually, Gu Yanqing would only say a few words at the meeting and swear an oath.

After that, he would basically disappear without a trace.

Gu Yanqing was not a fan of this kind of banquet.

Gu Yanqing said plainly, but he seemed to be keeping her in suspense, "if you go to the annual meeting, there might be a surprise. "

Surprise?

Song Beibei was slightly surprised.

However, not long after, Song Beibei's face fell.

She stretched out her hand towards Gu Yanqing, "what happened to the Christmas surprise? "

She hadn't given him the Christmas surprise yet, so why talk about the annual party surprise.

Song Beibei realized that Gu Yanqing was really getting better at lying.

Song Beibei thought about it for a long time and felt that Gu Yanqing's so-called Christmas surprise was a lie.

Because during that period of time, Song Beibei was with Gu Yanqing almost every day.

She also didn't realize that Gu Yanqing had any signs of preparing a gift.

So now, he wanted to lie to her again.

Gu Yanqing Patted Song Beibei's outstretched palm lightly. "If you want a surprise, come to the annual party. "

Song Beibei pouted.

After a while, Song Beibei went back with Gu Yanqing.

They went straight to the underground parking lot from the elevator.

Song Beibei drove her own car over, so she didn't ask the driver to pick her up.

When they got home, Aunt Feng had already prepared a sumptuous dinner.

During dinner, Gu Yanqing brought up the old matter again. "honey, aren't you making dessert today? "

Song Beibei stammered, "about that... it's not ready yet. "

Xin Tong mercilessly tore down the table, "Dad, it's too scary. Mom almost blew up the kitchen when she made dessert today. "

Gu Yanqing laughed out loud when he heard that.

Song Beibei looked at her daughter with hidden bitterness, "Xin Tong, did you say you won't say anything? "

Xin Tong mischievously stuck out her little tongue.

The annual meeting was three days later.

Song Beibei still decided to go in the end.

There were two reasons.

One was that Song Beibei heard from Zhong Junjie.

Ever since she had bitten someone in the conference room, the rumors of the big CEO of Pearl Group and the little intern had spread like wildfire.

Gu Yanqing's image as a good man who loved his family and loved his wife had been pulled down from his pedestal.

Song Beibei felt that since that was the case, it was necessary to clarify things.

Secondly, Gu Yanqing had unintentionally mentioned it once at home.

Xin Tong actually insisted on attending the annual meeting.

If Xin Tong went over, then Chengdong and Xiao Ying must also go over.

The children were all gone, so song Beibei was naturally worried.

If Gu Yanqing was in a wheelchair, he might not have the energy to take care of the three children.

So in the end, Song Beibei still agreed.

These two days, Song Beibei had prepared beautiful gowns for the three little ones.

That night, before leaving.

The four of them could be said to be dressed to the nines.

Song Beibei had originally wanted to go over with Gu Yanqing and the others.

However, before she left, Xiao Jinan, who was in the cradle, suddenly cried.

No one could coax him.

Song Beibei had no choice.

The annual meeting was about to begin.

Gu Yanqing had to recite his vows for the annual meeting.

This time, the reason why Gu Yanqing had to attend was because Pearl Group had invited some of their higher-ups to attend Pearl Group's annual meeting.

It was said that Mo Lichuan would be coming as well.

Song Beibei said to Gu Yanqing, "you guys go ahead first. I'll get the chauffeur to send me over after Ping an sleeps. "

Thus, the three children went over with Gu Yanqing in the car.

Song Beibei Coaxed Ping an for about half an hour.

Finally, After Ping an slept peacefully.

Song Beibei finally got out.

She got the driver to send her to the hotel.

The annual meeting of Pearl Group was held in the grand ballroom of Pearl Hotel as usual.

When Song Beibei went in, the banquet had just started.

Gu Yanqing had already finished his speech and was nowhere to be found.

The waiter opened the door for Song Beibei.

Today, she was wearing a pure white evening gown.

The top was hand-stitched with tiny feathers.

It looked like a tiny tassel. Every step she took brought about a gust of wind.

Song Beibei's attire was very simple.

Her hair was still tied into a ponytail and she wore light makeup.

However, her skin was naturally Snow White. She looked like snow white who had walked out of an ice palace.

Song Beibei had a slim figure. Her clothes were in time and she looked good. There were no unnecessary pendants on her neck.

However, her exquisite collarbone's perfect lines were more eye-catching than any jewelry.

Song Beibei had already attracted countless gazes along the way.

There was a cold dining area in the hall.

There was a long French dining table and exquisite pastries decorated the table.

There were champagne towers everywhere.

In the hall, there were only murmuring lights, soothing music, and the fragrance of champagne in the air.

Song Beibei walked all the way to find Gu Yanqing.

However, Song Beibei did not see a wheelchair.

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