When will you accept me

Han Zaihang returned to the box. Lin Yin heard the voice and looked at him. "Are you back?"

"Hmm."

"Is there something wrong? If there is something wrong, you can go first."

After going for so long, she figured something was wrong.

"It's OK. I just met my uncle and aunt."

"Well, I thought you were doing something." Lin Yin said with a soft smile.

Han Zaiying looked at her smile with gentle eyes. "Do you know what I just said?"

Lin Yin wondered, "What?"

"I asked them to come and eat with us."

Lin Yin's smile stiffened.

How could she not understand Han's meaning.

Meet his family, that is

"Puff!" Han Zaihang smiled.

Lin Yin said inexplicably, "You..."

"It's funny. You look scared. Your face is white."

Lin Yin sighed with relief, "You really scared me to death."

He took a cup to drink.

Han Zaiying looked at her white face, her skin that could be broken by blowing bombs, and her smile was bitter.

Lin Yin, it's been two years. When will you accept me.

After they had dinner, Han Zaihang sent Lin Ting back to Di Fan and left.

Here, Zhan Lianshi sent Liu Wu back to the shooting scene.

She has an advertisement to shoot later.

Liu Wu is a famous model in the fashion industry. She has a proud figure, delicate face and powerful aura. She is the queen on the catwalk.

She is also a senior fashion designer.

Only in the past two years, she has entered the entertainment industry, so she has less contact with clothing.

But no one can shake her position in the fashion industry.

Liu Wu untied his seat belt and kissed him on the face. "Don't come to pick me up at night."

"Hmm."

Get out and walk in.

Soon the car drove away.

Liu Wu stopped, turned and looked at the departing car, squinting.

Lianshi, I won't let you leave me.

Zhan Lianshi's mobile phone rang soon after his car drove out. He pressed Bluetooth and said, "Hello."

"President Zhan, the wife of President Hongyu held a charity auction. Three days later, she invited you to participate. Do you want to go?"

"Auction what?"

"It's said that it's Qi Rushi's ink painting."

"Yes."

"All right."

Fu Cheng called the other party back and told him that Zhan Lian would go to the charity auction three days later.

In fact, there are many charity auctions like this, but he didn't tell President Zhan every one, but it was the recent birthday of Father Zhan, who loved Qi Rushi's paintings most.

So Zhan always goes.

Lin Yin was busy when she returned to the company, but soon Frank came and put an invitation on her desk.

"What is this?"

"Look."

Lin Yin picked it up and opened it. At 6:00 p.m. on June 11, the St. Howe Hotel held a charity auction party.

"What are you doing for me?" Lin Yin closed the invitation and handed it to him.

It's no use for her to take this.

"You will go with me that day."

Lin Yin couldn't help laughing and crying. "Frank, you know I don't like these parties."

And she's busy.

hasn't got time.

However, "You have to go if you don't like it. There are many people in the fashion industry that day. Don't you want to know them?"

She didn't want to know each other, but she didn't like the occasion.

Frank knew her mind, put his hand on the table and said seriously, "I know you like quiet, but Lin, the higher you stand, the farther you go, and you have to give up something."

Lin Yin dropped her eyes and said, "OK, I'll go."

There is another reason why she doesn't want to go to these occasions.

She is afraid of meeting Zhan Lian.

But can she escape all her life?

No.

She can't escape, she has to face and accept.

Whether she met him or not, she would be indifferent, just like that night.

Frank snapped his fingers. "That's right, my best Lin!"