Saturday.

The investment fair started at nine o'clock in the morning. Tong Yao didn't have to show up to do the reception. After all, it was very hot standing outside the venue in summer and she was not feeling well. However, Sun Xia gave her small shoes to wear and insisted on her doing the reception, signing in, and filling in the form.

She did all the work including forms, explanations and publicity.

I'm not squeamish about nursery rhymes, I think it's nothing, I just have a stomachache and I don't feel very good.

Fortunately, after an hour of busy work, there was nothing to do. Tongyao sat in a lounge of the hotel to register.

This event was jointly organized by their publicity hall and investment promotion office, aiming to attract investment and merchants from all aspects.

Nursery Rhyme Bow your head and fill in the form.

There are young talents from all over the world who are attracted by Anseong's policies and are ready to invest here.

Nursery Rhyme is counting their contact details.

Filling in, the nursery rhyme pen paused, Xie Yifei - CEO of Yifei Technology Company.

The name looked familiar, and Nursery Rhyme recalled that she had a close relationship with a senior student in college, also named Xie Yifei, but they hadn't seen each other for many years, seven or eight years in total.

Xie Yifei later went to study abroad. Before studying abroad, they were the president and vice president of the student union respectively, and had a lot of contact with each other.

There was only a slight pause, and the nursery rhyme continued to fill in the form.

Juanxiu's words fell on the blank page, the sun fell on her side, and the air-conditioned wind blew.

At noon, Tongyao had a simple lunch in the hotel restaurant.

Just as he was about to call Mo Mo's teacher, Wen Lu looked for her on WeChat.

He had a day off today, but nursery rhyme didn't see him early in the morning. The servant said that he had breakfast early and went out.

Wen Lu: Are you there?

The nursery rhyme replied: Yes.

Wen Lu immediately posted a photo.

The photo is none other than Nursery Rhyme, a photo of her doing reception work in the help bureau in the morning, wearing a decent black and white shirt suit, black high heels, her hair tied up, and a friendly smile on her face.

He dumped the photo and said nothing. Just when Tong Yao was surprised, he called.

Nursery Rhyme picked up the question in confusion: "Wen..."

"Nursery rhymes! As Mrs. Wen, I have told you many times that you are not allowed to participate in such public activities. Not only did you not listen, you also worked as a receptionist at a hotel owned by the Wen family. Where are you putting my, Wen Lu's face?"

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This time Wen Lu came back from a business trip to Qingcheng, and Tong Yao obviously felt that he was very angry.

He always... gets angry at her for no apparent reason, without saving any face for her, and his tone is full of boredom.

Even if she defended herself, he wouldn't listen and would always find one fault after another that seemed nothing to her.

"Tongyong, do you think you are pretty and it would be a waste if you don't go out and be a vase? I have repeatedly warned you that you can work, but it is only limited to office work. You are not allowed to have personal relationships with random people and you are not allowed to show your face.

As a wealthy wife, Mrs. Wen's wife must behave like a wife. Now you lower your status and regard yourself as a hostel lady or a company receptionist? If you challenge my bottom line again, don't blame me for locking you up at home."

"Wen Lu..." There was a hazy layer of moisture in Tong Yao's eyes, like the mist in the forest after the rain, "I'm just doing a job. You despise these jobs deep down, right?"

"I don't want to argue with you, and don't challenge my bottom line. I, Wen Lu, don't want to be laughed at because of this. I asked people to take down all the photos today, but next time, I won't be so easy to talk to!
Chapter completed!