We Are Meant To Be novel Chapter 8

James Feng only focused on the numbers on the panels of the elevator flickering and said in a deep voice: "You help me tidy up."

She approached him again, adjusted his tie, and smoothed the pleats. At this time, the elevator gave out a clear prompt sound, Ding! The elevator door suddenly opened, outside stood Junyan Zhang and Ming Xiang.

"Mr. Feng!" they cried at the same time, their eyes widened. The close posture that James and Christy Zhong was a bit ambiguous in a company’s elevator.

Of course, Christy noticed Junyan's sword-like eyes, as same as a knife with keen edge, and she swiftly retracted her hand!

"Let them have a thorough overhaul of the elevator!" James told Ming, and his straight figure strode out.

In their respectful response, Christy also quickly chased after James.

At the side of the driveway, the exclusive driver had opened the door of Bentley and waited for them to get on.

After sitting steadily in the car, Christy wanted to ask several times on the way, but she was afraid to annoy James, so she decided to keep quiet.

The destination "Xiping Club" arrived soon.

Christy had heard of this club, but she had never played in it.

She knew that it was a high-end club with membership system, and the entry qualification was strict. Ordinary people, even though having money, might not be able to get authorized to join in.

As soon as the car stopped, the staff came over hurriedly and opened the door for them.

James and Christy got off the car separately. He stood there waiting for her to come, gentlemanly half-bent his arm and said to her, "Hold me."

Christy obediently held him in his arms and suppressed the uneasiness in her heart. Pretending to be calm and keeping smiling, she entered the hall together with James.

She only knew that she needed come to a party with her boss, and there may be big stars and supermodels to meet socially, but what specifics to do and how to do were beyond her knowledge totally.

Casting a sidelong glance at James’s serious face, she swallowed, well, perhaps her purpose was to be a quite flower vase.

The staff led the two to a VIP room marked on the golden plate "Rose Room", knocked on the door and opened it, then they made a respectful gesture to James and Christy: "Please come in!"

In the huge VIP room, a beautiful female voice came over: "Mr. Feng!" Then, with the sound of tiny footsteps.

James took Christy in, immediately, opposite to a delicately make-up face.

Although Christy didn't pursue celebrities, she instantly recognized that the person in front of her was An’an Xian, a popular female anchor of the city TV station.

The program hosted by this beauty anchor is very popular, with a sharp style and sometimes even out of line.

No wonder James reminded her in advance, but even so, Christy still opened her eyes wide. Full three seconds later, she recovered herself.

Obviously, seeing a beautiful woman in James’ arms, An’an was slightly surprised, but only for a second, her lips changed into a light smile: "Mr. Feng, please sit down."

There was a brief silence in the VIP room, which was large enough to accommodate dozens of people. The only table in the center of the room, except for the three of them, who appeared close outwardly but divided at heart, seemed more empty.

"Let’s serve the dishes." An'an took the lead in breaking the deadlock and called staff by pressing the service bell.

At once, there was a knock on the door. The staff came in and asked if they wanted to serve the food. After receiving the answer, they talked to the walkie-talkie and poured more superior tea for them first.

In no time, uniformed waiters filed in with the prepared dishes.

James looked at the dishes on the table one after one, as sure enough, the taste was all according to his preference.

But even so, he still didn't want to have dinner with a strange woman he didn't like.

He leaned over to Christy's ear and said in a volume that only they could hear: "Use your identity as my girlfriend to take her down."

James knew that no matter what he said or did, he could not repel such a sophisticated butterfly as An'an. It would be better to hand it over to Christy who had the status of his girlfriend. If she couldn’t even handle this kind of thing, she would not expect to get his 20,000 yuan salary.

Christy slightly turned back to look at him, eyes widened slightly, with his eyes firmly looking into hers: want this job? Take her down!

She read the message instantly, clenched her teeth secretly, and blinked her eyes.

Seeing the two of them whispering and gazing at each other "affectionately", An'an’s heart was filled with indescribable resentment, but then a thought flashed through her mind and immediately an idea came up.