Chapter 25: You are the company's ambassador!

"Wen Xiaowan, we have a project to talk about this afternoon, are you free?"

　　Wen Wan, who was watering her plants, was surprised to hear Zhang Ruocheng's words.

　　"Talking about a project?!"

　　"Yes." The corner of Zhang Ruocheng's mouth ticked, "Are you selling ice cream outside for stupidity? Going or not?"

　　"Go go go!" Wen Wan's eyes lit up.

　　After doing odd jobs for almost half a month, she was finally busy with the main thing.

　　"Then quickly get ready then go get two sandwiches, we'll eat in the car to save some time."

　　Wen Wan immediately put down her hands and ran to get two sandwiches.

　　"Well ..." Zhang Ruocheng suddenly pulled Wen Wan round, "Let me see you ..."

　　"How ... what?" Wen Wan was a little unsure.

　　"At least it is the sister that my marketing director brought out, with your wide t shirt, baggy jeans, unkempt hair and your plain face, how do I want to take you out to meet people ...?"

　　Wen Wan looked down at her clothing, although it was not considered formal wear, but at least it was more neat.

　　"It seems like it's not formal attire ..."

　　"Little Wan ah, my hand is now mainly responsible for the company's external clothing procurement and design this piece, you do not find that our Department of beauty is very much?"

　　Wen Wan recalled, it seems that indeed the whole company's beauties are concentrated to Zhang Ruocheng here.

　　"Then what am I going to do now?" Wen Wan opened her mouth and asked.

　　Zhang Ruocheng snapped her fingers, "It just so happens that there is still an hour left, let me take you to get some clothes, and clean up on the way."

　　"Ah ..."

　　"Ah what ah, you going out is the face of the company, if you don't look good, can the boss have a light on his face?"

　　She was only happy when Gu Xiuyuan's face didn't shine.

　　"Or I go home to get a new set of it, or let my family driver ... my uncle to send it is also OK."

　　"Waiting for you to send it would be too late. It just so happens that the ground floor of our company is the clothing sample room, directly take you to get it, and we will just reimburse you in our account."

　　Wen Wan still wanted to refuse, but Zhang Ruocheng directly pushed her into the lift, not even leaving her a chance to refuse.

　　"Director Zhang ..."

　　"Alright, no need to say more."

　　The lift doors closed and the two of them arrived on the ground floor.

　　Wen Wan actually seldom went shopping, let alone going inside the company to get sample dresses.

　　"Let me take a look ...," Zhang Ruocheng started picking at a pile of flowery clothes.

　　She picked up a dark blue dress and compared it on Wen Wan.

　　"No, this is a bit short on you ... How tall are you?"

　　Wen Wan thought for a moment, "One metre six eight."

　　"Oh? Same height as me."

　　Wen Wan then realised that if Zhang Ruocheng took off her high heels, she should also be about the same height as her.

　　Zhang Ruocheng picked up another dark green skirt and shook her head after taking a look at Wen Wan.

　　"Director Zhang, should ... I pick it myself?"

　　Zhang Ruocheng nodded, "Choose it, no one knows what kind of clothes you are suitable for better than yourself."

　　Wen Wan walked to the side of a few hangers and reached out to brush over each piece of clothing hanging on them.

　　These clothes were all silk, as smooth to the touch as a baby's skin, Wen Wan slid all the way through and eventually landed on one of the white dresses.

　　"White?" Zhang Ruocheng raised the end of her eyebrows, "Such a light colour ..."

　　"White skirts actually look good when worn properly."

　　"Oh? I haven't worn this ... type of skirt in many years."

　　The white skirt held in Wen Wanzhong was a very simple style, with almost no extra fancy embellishments, and all there was was just smooth lines through and through.

　　"Do you want to put on make-up?" Wen Wan asked.

　　"Definitely, or are you really planning to go with a plain face?" Zhang Ruocheng squatted down and asked, "What size shoes to wear?"

　　"38."

　　"Take them."

　　A pair of white shoes with small broken diamonds was picked up by Zhang Ruocheng and handed to Wen Wan's eyes.

　　"High heels ...?"

　　"What kind of skirt should go with what kind of shoes, just like what kind of general should have what kind of soldiers."

　　A dazzling smile spread across Zhang Ruocheng's face, her eyes all unquestionable certainty.

　　Wen Wan took the high heel and was a little embarrassed.

　　"You wouldn't have grown so big and not worn high heels, right?"

　　"Er ... not never worn, is not much to wear."

　　"That's fine, as long as you've worn them and can wear them." Zhang Ruocheng raised her finger and pointed to the room on the left, "There should be some cosmetic samples in there, go and see if there is anything you can use, just bring it directly."

　　"Good."

　　"Change your clothes and paint your make-up before you come out, you still have ... about forty five minutes."

　　Wen Wan hurriedly stepped into that small room holding the clothes.

　　Looking at the pile of neatly discharged samples on the desktop, she gently frowned.

　　Makeup again ...

　　Wen Wan picked up a bottle of foundation, and the suppressed images in her head began to streak up.

　　Cold sweat gradually broke out on Wen Wan's forehead.

　　Suddenly, an image of a tall man being pinched against the wall by his neck flashed out, frightening Wen Wan so much that her hands trembled and the foundation almost fell to the floor.

　　Wen Wan braced her hands on the desktop, panting heavily, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead had long since slid down her cheeks.

　　The man in his memory is not Gu Xiuyuan.

　　... Who is he?