Chapter 13 Business (I)

A day passed and Huo Yan himself did not make any response, leaving the crowd with countless speculations.

　　In just a few hours, public opinion was pushed to a new height and even became a hot search.

　　#Huo Yan's new love#

　　#Huo Yan's Romantic Luck#

　　#Countdown to Huo Yan's three deceased wives#

　　#Huo Yanke's Wife#

　　#What is the attraction of Huo Yan#

　　[Oh my god, Huo Yan's romantic relationships are too strong. It's been less than three months since his ex-wife died, and he already has a new love? ]

　　[Even though she is unlucky in marriage, I would be willing to die for her just for this face]

[I agree with the above, this mixed-race face really piques my interest, with deep eye sockets and light pupils, she looks just like a Greek goddess, okay?]

　　[It would be nice if I wasn't disabled. It's such a pity to have such long legs 555]

　　[Although, disability hurts me more. Imagine being able to make things happen at a company meeting, but being able to sit in a wheelchair and cry when you are sad... a typical example of a beautiful, strong and miserable person (Merit -1)]

　　[Who is your new love? She seems to be quite tall]

　　[I don't know her. She might be a young model or some internet celebrity in the entertainment industry. I haven't seen her before.]

　　[She seems pretty good-looking, a first love face, very pretty]

[Her hair is so long. It's rare to see such smooth black and straight hair. She looks like a girl from a rural village.]

　　[This person has a lot of hair, suitable for PhD studies]

　　[Holding the paw above, the researchers really envy this amount of hair]

　　After a few days, netizens' expectations for this mysterious new love reached their highest point

To be able to capture Huo Yan in a short period of time, he must have some extraordinary qualities.

　　Lan Su was guessed like this for two whole days.

　　To be fair, her greatest strength is her calmness.

　　For example, now.

　　She stood at the door of the bedroom, facing Huo Yan's wide-open bedroom door. On the soft massage bed, she saw a pure black, metallic-luster, lazily coiled on the bed sheet.

　　snake.

　　Hiss...hiss...

　　The snake was as thick as a wrist, with pure black pattern and a hint of dark red, like a black crystal stained with blood, shining blood black. It opened its eyes, and its clear yellow eyes stared straight at Lan Su, looking at this uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in the house.

　　despair.

　　Their feet were nailed to the spot, the man and the snake looked at each other, Lan Su grabbed the door handle, motionless like a monk in meditation.

　　Gu...

　　The wheelchair drove out of the bedroom opposite. Huo Yan was wearing a caramel-colored shirt today, which made him look less cold.

　　"Are you afraid of snakes?" she stopped her wheelchair and asked.

Lan Su followed her instructions and sat on the floor. Her skirt was fluffy and rustled against the floor. She raised her hand and made a gesture of Xi Shi covering her chest, frowning:

　　"Yeah, scared."

　　In fact, she was afraid of snakes, but just to pretend to be the second lady who never left the house, she deliberately sat on the ground and pretended to cover her chest.

　　It's just that he's not very skilled, and the angle of his arm bending is a bit stiff, like a plastic man stuck in place with screws, which greatly reduces the credibility of the fear.

　　The poor acting was unbearable to watch. Huo Yan wanted to push the wheelchair and just walk past.

　　But he felt that this person had finally acted out a scene, and if she didn't cooperate, she would be suspected of being heartless. So he changed direction, walked up to her, spread his hands, and helped her up.

"Her name is Bella. You're going to like her later."

　　Lan Su pulled her hand up, but she just held it there without any leverage, fearing that if she exerted too much force, the wheelchair would fall over.

　　"Bella?"

　　She thought it sounded familiar. She remembered that there seemed to be a jewelry tycoon's daughter in Thailand with the same name.

　　Is it just a coincidence that this snake has the same name? Or does Huo Yan know this jewelry tycoon?

　　Huo Yan didn't know what she was thinking. He just heard her question and remembered that this person had spent a long time flipping through the Chinese dictionary on the sofa yesterday. He spelled out the word with interest:

　　"B, e, l, l, a. Have you learned the alphabet?"

　　Lan Su's eyes went dark, and he felt terrible for being treated as an illiterate.

　　He pulled back his hand that was being held by the man, and tried to speak in a calm tone:

　　"I know how to spell it."

　　The two walked out along the carpet in the corridor. When they reached the elevator, Lan Su did not help her press the button because the Lan family had told her during training that a rich girl would not take the initiative to do such little things.

　　Huo Yan pressed the button himself, feeling relaxed, just like when he played with the cat every morning.

　　"Have you memorized the design inspiration?"

　　She asked.

"Um."

　　Lan Su has always performed his tasks very well.

　　"This necklace is called Redemption. It was designed by the designer based on the relationship between you and me."

　　The so-called feelings were also fabricated by the public relations department in order to promote the love story of the necklace to the greatest extent.

　　False love.

　　"I have been in a coma since I was 9 years old. Recently, I was revived by a doctor you invited from abroad. You saved my life, and I filled the emotional gap you just lost your wife, so we got married."

　　Huo Yan was very satisfied with this proficiency. He nodded slightly and instructed:

"That's right. Remember, I married you because I fell in love with you. No matter what the reporter asks you, just answer this."

　　Lan Su hummed, and her anger at being treated as illiterate eased a little. After all, Huo Yan and she were currently on the same side, and both wanted the outside world to believe in their marriage.

　　The stylist arrived at the first floor lobby early to do their makeup and hair.

　　Huo Yan's hair was loose, just below her shoulders. Her hair was a little naturally curly, and thick, and when she gathered it behind her ear, it was still a little fluffy.

　　The stylist said that this hairstyle looks gentler and is very suitable for announcing a relationship.

　　Huo Yan corrected her:

　　"What I officially announced was not a relationship, but a wedding announcement."

　　Lan Su nodded aside. This was her first mission after entering the Huo family and she couldn't mess it up.

　　"Yes, it's legal."

　　She was wearing a sky blue floral dress today, with her long black hair hanging down and a denim headband on her head. Her makeup was light, with earth-toned eyeshadow and bean paste-colored matte lipstick. At first glance, she looked a little sickly, but the loneliness and elegance beneath her fair skin made her look like a little flower that was pampered in a greenhouse.

Before going out, Huo Yan would change the wheelchair.

　　Just like a healthy person changing shoes when going out.

　　It was a separate small room at the door. Huo Yan went in on his household wheelchair and then changed into his travel wheelchair before coming out.

　　Lan Su wanted to help.

　　After all, this person has disabled legs, and it is not easy for him to move from one wheelchair with armrests to another.

But as soon as she took a step forward, her hand was quickly grabbed by Ali beside her.

　　"Miss Lan, Ms. Huo doesn't like others helping her, especially with a wheelchair."

　　After Huo Yan entered the room, Ai Li whispered to her.

　　Lan Su was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

　　Every successful person is proud, and Huo Yan's pride comes from his control over people's hearts, his control over his career, and his dominance over all unknowns and chaos.

　　Such a person would never be embarrassed in front of others.

　　The press conference was held in the activity hall on the top floor of the company. Lan Su followed and took the president's elevator up to the 22nd floor.

　　A huge billboard blocked the view, but the reporters' discussions could be heard backstage

Lan Su took a deep breath, raised her hand and touched the hairband to make sure it was not out of place, and ran her fingers down her long hair to remove the static electricity. The ends of her hair that fell to her waist swayed slightly behind her waist, like a dragonfly touching the water for the first time.

　　She is not good at facing people, and even worse at facing the camera.

　　What's more, she had to act in front of the camera, and the script she was given was a romantic one, which was something she was least good at.

　　Love, love, love.

　　She grabbed the strap of her handbag and repeated it three times in her mind.

　　Huo Yan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and the look behind the lenses flashed a hint of tenderness, but it only lasted for a moment.

　　Raise your hands and spread them out:

　　"hand."

　　Since they are a loving legal spouse, it is common for them to appear in front of the camera holding hands.

　　Lan Su grasped it awkwardly, but Huo Yan's hand was still as cold as ice. The joints of his fingers were too strong, with almost no flesh, and it felt rough to the touch.

　　Just eat a little more weight.

　　Lan Su thought