This sentence was heard by Zhang Yu, who was talking to someone. She turned her head calmly with a smile and asked, "What secret are you talking about?"

Yoon Eun Hye looked at Zhang Yu in amazement, and for a while he couldn't believe that he could look at her so close, and he couldn't believe that Zhang Yu would notice her.

"Oh, Yoon Eun Hye is telling me a book she is writing," Yu Xiaohan said with a smile to Zhang Yu, while pretending to be embarrassed. "Look, I didn't keep her secret. She looks angry now. Like these talented literary women, I can't afford to offend them."

After hearing what You Xiaohan said, Zhang Yu seemed to be a little interested in Yoon Eun-hye. She said to Yoon Eun-hye: "Have we met before? My name is Zhang Yu, you can call me ange1ica."

After saying that, Zhang Yu stretched out his hand, Yoon Eun Hye hurriedly shook hands with her, and introduced herself: "Yong Eun Hye, e1eanor."

Yoo Xiaohan helped Yoon Eun Hye and said, "This is the editor-in-chief you have always dreamed of meeting. By the way, Yoon Eun Hye is the newcomer who wrote a women's column for Vogue, the one I dug up from "Warm Virgin"."

"So that person is you. I'm lucky to be happy, I'm worthy of being Wen Ruqi. You are so beautiful."

Yoon Eun Hye smiled at Jang Woo, and Jang Woo held Yoon Eun Hye and started walking around the scene, introducing her to different stars and important figures.

On the other side, Li Lina fumbled out of the bathroom. Finally, she looked at Fu Jiafang in the distance and took a deep breath. She knew that she could not always hide at this cocktail party.

She walked straight towards him.

"Hello Fu Jiafang, it's a coincidence that you are here too."

Fu Jiafang turned around and saw Li Lina, feeling a little embarrassed, but he still smiled politely and said, "Hello, beauty."

Li Lina was so nervous that her tongue was knotted: "Fu Jiafang, I think I can apologize to you?"

"It's okay, you don't have to do this."

"It's related. I have no idea about the banquet that night..."

Fu Jiafang interrupted her and said, "Listen, I have no idea that you don't like being in the car, otherwise I will never attack you. It's completely wrong for me to do that, and I'm the one who should apologize."

"But, I got out of the car and asked you to leave... I think it was the most unreasonable thing for me." Li Lina covered her discomfort with a smile.

"Hahaha," Fu Jiafang laughed three times, "That's indeed the first time a person like me was driven away by a woman, but to be honest, I have a driver and I won't sleep on the streets or be kidnapped... Actually, I know that no matter how other women think of me, they all regard me as an ATM, and you are different. This is why I like you, but... it is because of this that I respect your choice."

Li Lina felt much more comfortable when she heard what he said. They sat together and drank, chatting about their different high school days.

On the other side, Yoon Eun Hye talked to a group of important people and celebrities about her different cognitive concepts about fashion and women: "I think you can regard this story as a marriage story. The protagonist I describe is a leftover woman, but her friends are teaching her how to marry the right person."

Zhang Yu pointed out: "You are so smart. Marriage topics and love methods are always very popular. What did her friends teach her?"

Yoon Eun Hye thought for a while and said, "They taught her that women can marry liars, villains, and bad guys, but they can't marry someone who is not sincere to you."

"Maybe this kind of innocence is like a high-value credit card that gives you the wrong password?" said a publisher.

"Credit card?" Yoon Eun Hye smiled, "Can I write this metaphor into the book?"

The publisher laughed and said, "Unless your book is copyrighted by me."

"Okay." Yoon Eun Hye smiled at him.

The man stretched out his hand to shake hands with her. He introduced himself: "My surname is Yuan, my name is Ruicai, and I am the Minister of the Fashion Group."

"I'm very happy to know you." Yoon Eun Hye smiled.

"I know it's not appropriate to ask a woman like this, but because I'm interested in your works, can I ask you how old you are?" Yuan Ruicai said.

Yoon Eun Hye told him her age freely and calmly: "31 years old."

Unexpectedly, Yuan Ruicai's answer was like this: "You will be the youngest writer on my list. Why don't we take a drink and chat there, just us..."

Although Yoon Eun Hye cherishes this opportunity, she rolled her eyes several times at the same time, thinking that she is the youngest writer on his list or the youngest woman on his bed sheet...

At this time, Yoon Eun Hye saw a familiar face staring at her not far away. The man looked like a torch and was full of energy. He raised his glass to Yoon Eun Hye and watched her walk towards her again.

This man made Yoon Eun Hye-joon unable to move there because he was completely different from before like a golden cicada, or a year later, he was no longer Wu Xia Amon.
Chapter completed!